Dirty: Loving Him Against All Odds (9 page)

“Damn,” she whispered as she backed away from him.

“I think we should get in the car,” he suggested.

He didn't want the children to see them kissing in the front of the house. With a silent nod, she walked over to her side of his car and got in. He started the car, backed out, and drove down the street.

“Wait,” Trish blurted out when he got to the stop sign, placing her hand on his thigh.

He turned and watched as she leaned over and kissed him again. This time, he didn't just let her have all the fun. His dick hadn't gone down from the first kiss, which Trish realized when she stroked it through his pants. She opened her palm and cupped his balls as she sucked on his tongue. His dick was thick and long in size, and the thought of riding it only served to make her actions even hotter.

Brayden quickly put the car in park and turned in his seat. He ran his hand up her smooth thigh, alongside her leg, and grabbed hold of her ass to give it a hard squeeze. He couldn’t care less about the car that was honking behind them. He was focused on one thing.

“Are you wearing underwear?” he asked wide-eyed and breathlessly.

She pulled up her dress and he saw her sheer, hot pink thongs. The material did nothing to cover her brown, shaved pussy from his hot, steely gaze. He opened her legs and cupped her cunt. He closed his eyes as she opened them wider. He could feel the heat it was giving off.

“I don't want to go to the meeting,” she confessed.

He moaned and shook his head sadly before he removed his hand.

“We have to be there,” he replied. He straightened up in his seat and put the car in motion. He glanced over to see the sexy pouty expression that had formed on her pretty brown face.

“I want to suck on that bottom lip so badly,” he whispered.

“Which set of lips are you referring to?” she questioned.

She watched as he narrowed his eyes. The expression on his face was fierce with unbridled lust. Just a look was enough to make her want to pull off her clothes.

“You have to stop, Trish. I can't fuck you in that meeting, but if you keep this up I'll be tempted to finger you,” he promised as his eyes trailed down her body. His hand rubbed her thigh.

It was her turn to close her eyes under the intensity of his words.

Luckily for them both, the college's main branch was only a mere twenty minutes away because if it was further, he might have been hard pressed to skip the important meeting. It was the night that they were to vote on some budget issues, and he wanted to ensure their votes were counted.

He parked the car, jumped out, and walked over to her side. Trish followed him with her eyes as he walked behind the car. She loved the slow, confident stride of his walk, the way his clothes hung to perfection on his fit body. She caught herself licking her lips at the sight of him.

How the hell am I going to make it through this long ass meeting?

He opened the door and she took his hand.

He pulled her forward hard, causing her to hit his body. He lowered his head and kissed her slowly. She felt her inner desire being to melt and wet her panties.

“I think you like teasing me,” she said in a husky force.

He chuckled as he took a firm hold of her hand and walked toward the building that housed the conference room. The fact that he kept hold of her hand even after they entered the building both surprised and excited her. She was very aware of the only other woman on the board that had been trying really hard to gain his attention. She found herself looking forward to seeing the look on her face when she saw them together. The expression was so priceless, that she had to put her head down to keep from laughing. He made a show of letting everyone there know she was with him by pulling out her chair for her to sit before he took his own next to her.

He didn’t hesitate to get down to business. Usually, the meetings would drag on with back and forth discussions, only for the time to end with nothing being done. He wasn't rude, but when he saw that someone was taking up too much time, he would cut them off nicely. He was so aware of Trish—her smell, her breathing, and the constant impatient shaking of her leg, which was making it very hard for him to stay focused. He knew he couldn't do anything about her presence, so he chose to do something about her leg. He reached under the table and placed his open palm on her thigh. He heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled knowingly.

“Calm down, sweet,” he whispered as he leaned over toward her. Turning to the group, he continued. “Look, we all know how we're going to vote, so let's do so now and after the break, we can move on,” he pressed.

Ten minutes later, the votes had been taken, counted, and everyone got up to take a short time out. The vote didn't go as he would have liked, but he had been prepared for the defeat.

“Let's take a walk,” he suggested as he picked up her purse.

He noticed her blink as if she hadn't realized that half of the people had left the room. Brayden smiled and engaged her in conversation about dinner while they walked down the tiled hallway.

“That's a great idea, but I have to use the bathroom,” he stated.

Trish was in the middle of saying ‘okay’ when he grabbed her arm and pushed her quickly into the bathroom. She swung around just in time to see him push the lock into place. He moved so quickly that all she could do was go along with his demands. He tossed her purse up on the counter top, pulled down the baby changing table and before she knew it, he had picked her up to sit her on top of it. He pushed her dress up in one fluid movement. Without a word, he shoved her legs open and planted his face between her thighs.

He breathed in deeply of her scent before he licked her through her underwear He pulled the thin material aside to split her pussy with the tip of his tongue. Brayden wrapped his arms around her legs to help support her weight as he brought her forward, deeper into his mouth. He didn't take his time. Instead, he ate her wet pussy like a starving man as he lapped, tasted, sucked, and hummed while she bucked wildly into his mouth. She reached down and took hold of his hair with one hand as she covered her loud moans with her other while she watched him masterfully munch at her cunt.

It seemed like forever, but the attack only lasted two minutes. He finally glanced up from his position to look at Trish. Her light brown eyes were glazed over with lust. Slowly, he licked each one of her pussy lips before he placed a light kiss on it, which caused a chill to run throughout her body. He slowly stood up and returned her panties back to their original position. He picked her up by the waist and placed her back on the ground. He backed away from her while he wiped his mouth with his open palm.

“I think I like both sets,” he smiled, making reference to the comment she made in the car earlier.

After she had said that, it had been the only thought he had been entertaining the entire time in the meeting.

“Are you going to be able to make it the rest of the meeting?”

“Says the guy with the rock hard dick that's about to bust his pants,” she pointed out.

Brayden gripped his cock, repositioning it. He followed her with his eyes as she picked up her purse, then started to type something out on her phone.

“You know I've teased myself into a corner, and the only way to get out is to fuck you,” Trish confessed with a wicked smile.

She finished up on her phone, then strolled over to where he was leaning on the wall. She had no desire to fuck him in the nasty bathroom, but she had something else in mind.

“I'm not going back into that meeting,” she informed him.

Brayden tilted his head to the side.

“Oh, and where are you going to be?”

“With you, in the hotel down the street with my face down and my ass up.”

He closed his eyes and bit down hard on his bottom lip as an image from her words sprung into his mind. He felt an electric shock run from his belly to the tip of his cock, making it jump. The sound of the door being unlocked caused his eyes to open. He pushed off the wall and walked over to her.

“The way you have me feeling right now, I won't be nice,” he warned. He was in no mood for candles, hours of foreplay, and gazing into each other eyes. He was planning on sweating out that pretty blowout of hers once he got her into that room.

“You promise,” she moaned while she took a firm grip of his cock, giving it a hard squeeze.

“Let's go,” he replied through clenched teeth.

He opened the door and gestured for her to walk out. Neither one cared about the looks they got when they both walked out of the same bathroom.

“You guys can go on without the two of us,” he shouted down the hall at a group of members. “Where's the room?” he asked in a rush.

“It's the
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right down the road on Ivan Allen Blvd,” she responded quickly.

They both speed-walked to the car. This time, he didn't walk her over to her side to open the door. Instead, he pushed the button to auto-start the car and already had the car in drive by the time she had gotten in. He sped through the parking lot, entered traffic on the busy highway, and quickly drove the 1.17 miles down the road to the hotel. He dropped her off in the front, and by the time he parked and walked back up, she had the room key.

He waved the bell boy aside as they raced to the elevator. Trish waited until the door closed before she walked up behind Brayden and leaned against his back. He could see her reflection through the polished elevator doors as her hand snaked around his body to rub his dick. He reached down and held her hand in place until the doors opened. He shoved her off the lift, down the hall, and opened the door to the room, pushing her inside.

She was on him as soon as he crossed the threshold. She pulled him against her, kissing him hard as she grinded her hips against his throbbing cock. He reached down, took her hands, and pinned them to the wall over her head with one hand. With his free right hand, he jerked up her dress in one quick movement and ran his hand along her thong that disappeared between legs. He wasn’t shocked to find the thin material was already drenched.

“Let me play with it,” he ordered as he kicked them open wider with his right foot. “Now let's see how many fingers I can put in your pussy this time,” he whispered in her ear. “That's one. Dear Lord, you're so fucking hot and wet. Are you ready for two?” he moaned before he slid another one in. He closed his eyes as he felt his fingers slide in and out of her juicy cunt slowly.

She shamelessly rode his fingers as he spoke heated words in her ear.

“I’m going to stretch the shit out of this pussy. I know it’s been a long time for you, but all I’ve been dreaming about is smashing your cunt,” he grunted.

She pulled her hands free. Her hands went straight to his leather belt and in a matter of seconds, she had his pants open. She slipped her hand into his slacks and freed his cock. He thrust his hips in time with hers as she massaged his entire length. She shoved him back to give her some room. She didn't get down on her knees, but instead she squatted down and began to lick his dick like a lollipop. His hand came up and cradled the back of her head while he pushed his dick into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned when she began to suck his dick with skill and in earnest. “That's it, Trish. Take it all in. Let me feel your throat. Oh fuck, slow down,” he panted.

This time, she choked and began to gag. His grip on her head tightened when he felt her throat close around his cock, which sent waves of warm saliva down his cock to his nuts. For the first time, he noticed that the wall in front of them was one big mirror. He watched the reflection of the back of her head as it bobbed up and down on his dick. He bent his knees slightly and took charge as he forced his cock in and out of her open mouth over and over again. He held his cock by the root and withdrew from her mouth. He ran the velvety mushroom tip over her full lips.

“Next time I'll cum in your mouth,” he promised.

“That's fine with me cuz my jaw was starting to hurt anyway,” she joked while she stood back up.

“I think something else is going to be hurting soon,” he replied while he tapped his dick on her stomach.

“You talk a lot of shit, Bray, but I only see you standing there holding your wood,” she teased.

Trish tugged her dress off, freed her breasts, and walked over to the bed still in her heels and thong. In a matter of seconds, he had stripped off of his clothes, to her surprise, when she glanced back over her shoulder. She sat on the bed. He walked toward her confidently across the dark hardwood floors. His body looked even better than she remembered it, if that was even possible. Every muscle in his body seemed to flex. She had never seen a man that had hard, deep cut lines at his hips, but somehow he had it. She reached into her purse again and brought out a foil packet before she tossed the bag on the nightstand.

His one eyebrow went up as he took it from her outstretched hand.

“You came ready, I see.”

“But of course, I did,” she answered with a smirk.

He knew later when he replayed it in his mind, he would see just how silly he was. However, the sight of her as she rolled over to get on all fours to offer him a clear path to her pussy bothered him. The thought of her doing the same thing with that asshole of an ex-husband caused a rage to well up in him. He wanted to fuck the memory of that man out of her. Brayden moved in a flash as he grabbed a fist full of her hair to turn her back around to receive his forceful kiss. She opened her mouth wide and tasted her juices from her body on his mouth.