Page 53 of Dirty Monsters

I crossed my arms, huffed a few times, acted like I wasn't where I wanted to be, and slowly made my way to where I knew Ro would be waiting on me once he disappeared over the dune.

Crossing over the dune, I saw the shack, the door still setting off to the side where it had fallen off the night before. As I moved closer, I started shaking, but I wasn’t sure if it was from need, from adrenaline, or from fear. I took a minute to get myself together, and then I walked slowly into the doorway. Leaning on the opposite wall, with his arms crossed, was Ro, and the smile on his face told me I made a very, very good choice.

“Get in here, Wren,” he said harshly. His annoyance and anger were our thing. A few days before, it pissed me off. Now, it made me melt.

Still, I played my part. “What the hell is your problem, bro?”

“Stop fucking around,” he lashed out.

“Remember”—I smirked—“I’m not afraid of monsters anymore.” My voice was almost a whisper, a seethe. We volleyed for the upper hand in anything we did, and even though we both knew I was about to walk in there and why, I wanted it to be on my terms.

“We made an agreement,” he shot back.

“What? My pussy was yours?” I mocked his words and, at the same time, rubbed my legs together for friction from the heat those words created inside me.

“And your mouth.”

“Gonna try drowning me again?”

“No, baby, but you are about to get fucking dirty.” With that, he lunged forward and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the shack completely. He backed me against a wall and leaned in, making me think he was about to kiss me. I leaned forward to meet him halfway, wanting to feel his lips on mine again.

But when I came off the wall, he pulled away and used my lack of balance to push me to my knees. He held me down with one hand and worked his bathing suit down with the other. Ro was not wasting any time, and if I thought about it, I could assume it was because we didn't have the time to waste. We had people watching us, maybe not literally at this moment, but we had to reappear and do our assigned shit for the day.

Once Ro freed his cock, he guided it toward my mouth with one hand and used his other to guide my mouth open. He shoved himself inside me, and I moaned from the force, trying not to gag and cough.

Without giving me any time or any care, Ro placed both hands on the wall above my head and started pumping himself, fucking my mouth at his own will and pace. I took my own hand and snuck it into my bathing suit, hoping I could ease the tension in myself while Ro used my mouth.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Get it ready, but don’t you dare fucking let it come.”

I moaned my agreement, eager to please him at the moment, in any way possible. Our eyes stayed connected as he glanced down at me. It was extremely intimate for such a dirty act, and I felt myself feeling more for Ro than I was supposed to.

I was gazing down into her eyes, trying hard to focus on where we were connected but wanting to see how affected she was as well.

Why the fuck was this happening?

I woke up that morning with one plan in mind—find Wren, fuck Wren.

The assignment for the day was to have her do a physical activity, like tennis or swimming, before she was supposed to meet with Lisa later, but I knew it wouldn’t do either of us any good. So I changed the plans, and maybe I was a coward for giving her a choice, but a part of me knew deep down she would know where to find me.

And she did.

I saw her standing there on the beach, holding her hat to keep it from flying off, and I had to stay on my board a few more minutes trying to talk myself out of doing something dumb, like running to her and kissing her for the whole world to see.

I couldn't even spare her a nice glance. I had to keep walking to get to where I knew we could be us.

Now I had her on her knees, fucking her mouth, and wanting to taste her at the same time.

“Don’t fucking come,” I repeated to her, making sure she knew I was serious.

She moaned again and hollowed her mouth out, sucking and taking every inch I gave her. I wouldn’t make it much longer.

Slowing down a little, I grabbed her chin to keep her in place, and the simple gesture was all it took to push me over the edge. Pulling out until only the tip of my cock rested on her tongue, I unloaded and watched as she let my cum rest where it landed.

When I pulled away, she closed her mouth and swallowed, and all I could think of was how much I loved the dirty side of Wren Carrington.

Hoisting her up with my strength, I spread her legs and rested them on my shoulders before diving in to taste her as well. She had already reached the edge of an orgasm, so she was soaking wet. With a few swipes of my tongue, she was shaking and coming, flooding my mouth the same way I had just done to hers.

Only after we were both down from our highs did my mouth finally connect with hers. We kissed hard and deep, tasting ourselves on each other’s tongues as we fought to keep quiet. Eventually, we fell into the sand and lay side by side, staring at the roof of the shack and soaking in all that had happened.