Dirty Bad Strangers (27 page)
He bucked his hips, slamming hard inside, pumping me. “Again...”
“Again?” I rasped, pussy still fluttering.
“Now, Gemma, ride my fucking cock. Get those sweet fucking fingers in that cunt.”
“Oh God...” I straightened up for another go, and he was so deep, so fucking deep.
“Push those fingers in, there’s a good girl. And ride me, ride me hard. I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce for me. Show me.”
I arched my back, bracing myself with a hand on his solid thigh, and then I worked my fingers back inside me.
“Beautiful, Gemma, that’s so beautiful.”
I was out of words, a hot fluttery mess around his dick. It was noisy this time, squelchy and slippy, with the hot slaps of skin against skin.
“Remember how it felt to have two dicks in that sweet cunt, Gemma?”
“Fuck yes!”
“You wanted it, didn’t you?”
“Yes!”
“So stretch that pussy for me now, sweet girl, show me how much you love it.”
I pushed my fingers inside as far as they could go, and I could feel his cock, sweet fuck how I could feel it. “Shit, Jason, I’m coming. Oh fuck, I’m coming...”
“Bounce those fucking tits, Gemma, that’s right. You’re a beautiful fucking dirty girl, Gemma, and you’re mine, all fucking mine.”
“Jason... fuck me... fucking fuck me!”
He bucked and he groaned and slapped his balls against my fat ass, and he loved it, he fucking loved it. Shackled tight to the bed with my plump fucking pussy milking him dry, it was so fucking good.
He came hard, straining in his chains, and twitching as he shot his load inside me. I could feel the jerk of his cock against my fingers, and it was pure bliss.
“Lick those fingers clean like a good girl.”
My eyes were glazed, heart racing as I slipped my dirty fingers in my mouth.
I met his gaze with a smile.
And then I made my dirty bad stranger lick my dirty pussy clean.
Every last fucking drop.
***
Gemma
I stepped out into the spotlights, the room just a blur of shadow beyond the stage. I knew he was out there, watching. I could feel his eyes.
I waited for the music, confident in just a gauzy babydoll. The soft white fabric contrasted the sprinkle of freckles on my shoulders... my thighs… my heavy tits. I stood proud, swaying as the intro kicked in, a sensual harmony, deep and primal. I looked to the beautiful girl at my left, the sparkle in her chocolate eyes. She was smiling, and so was I.
I was ready for this.
Cara took my hand, and together we moved, around and around the pole in a fluid game of chase until she lifted her body up and away. I mirrored her position, the metal of the pole tight between my thighs as I arched my back, trailing autumn curls towards the ground. I could feel the ridge of the steel against my clit, the thrum of excitement like electricity zipping through my nipples.
Cara twisted and lowered herself, coming to rest in an artistic sixty-nine; her body, and mine, and the pole between us. We moved to the beat, slowly, sensuously, as the spotlights danced.
She dropped to the floor, flipping herself upright on dainty legs, while I danced for my shadowy Jason, losing myself in the beat.
I’d been nervous in practice, non-committal, but on stage it was different. I was ready.
I tugged at the ribbon of my babydoll, letting my tits fall free with only nipple tassels for modesty. The crowd roared, urging me on as the beat picked up. I was dancing, free, alive...
The heat of a hundred pairs of eyes burned hot on my skin, but
my
eyes were all for Jason. I knew where he was, I could feel him there.
I could feel his dirty friends, too, feel the pulse of their dicks in their jeans as they drooled over the promise of what was to come.
My dirty Jason and his dirty fantasies... my dirty fantasies...
our
dirty fantasies.
I couldn’t get enough.
A final twirl and the crowd were on their feet. Applause and whistles, and the heady musk of sex in the air.
Club Explicit. Haven for dirty bad people just like us.
I loved it here.
“I loved it,” I buzzed. “I loved being on stage here, Jason. Loved it!”
He teased at my tassels, his kiss hot and needy as he claimed me from the stage. “Ok, dirty girl, the answer’s yes.”
“Yes?!” I gushed. “You mean it?”
“You convinced me.” He held out a membership card, all shiny and gold with my name on it. “We are officially VIP members of Club Explicit, Gemma Taylor, for the next three months, at least.”
I jumped up and down, bursting with excitement, until there was a but... a big fucking but.
I stopped moving, deadpan. “What do you mean, there’s a but?”
“I got a call today, from my agent.”
My breath hitched. “The Singers? They’re offering you another contract?”
He shook his head. “Not the Singers...” He wrapped me in strong arms, a wicked smile on his face. “I’ve been offered a season in the MLS. Los Angeles Stars. It’s soccer time, dirty girl, say you’ll come.”
“You want me to come to L.A. with you?!”
“Unless you have anything better planned.”
I pretended to think it through. “...I think I can just about fit you in.”
“I know you can fit
me
in, Gemma. The question is... how many of my filthy friends can you accommodate at the same time?”
The rush of excitement came to rest firmly between my thighs.
I took my Jason’s hand tight in mine. “Let’s go and find out...”
THE END
The Dirty Bads really wouldn’t be what they are without an awesome team behind me, and amazing people to get the word out. I thank you all, so much!
In particular I’d like to thank, as always, my editor John Hudspith. Johnny, you really did pull out all the stops for this one, and your contribution has been ridiculously awesome. Thank you so much!
Tracy, my tireless PA – wow! You really deliver. Thank you so much for everything. You make me smile every day.
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There are so many bloggers, authors and readers that have supported me over the months with the Dirty Bads, you are all so important to me, and all so appreciated! I’m in awe of the Indie community - it’s a truly exceptional scene, and I’m grateful to be a part of it. Thank you, everyone!
Family, friends, writerly buddies… you all know you mean the world to me. Couldn’t do any of this without you. <3
I think I’ll stop here since this isn’t an Oscar’s acceptance speech, and I have been known to gush a little in my time! :D
Jade is a kinky, dirty, eccentric goth girl living in the heart of the English countryside. Yes, she’s as strange as her writing would imply. You can generally catch her lurking around on social media over at:
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Dirty Bad Strangers is the third standalone novel in the Dirty Bad series. Dirty Bad Wrong and Dirty Bad Savage are both available from Amazon.
