Dirty Love (Dirty Girl Duet #2)(36)

“Yes, sir,” I repeat.

“Now, press against the plug, I want to watch it slide in.”

I do as he says, the cold metal sending chills skittering across my skin as it slips in. Biting my lip to contain the moan, I embrace the stretch and the pleasure that comes with it. When the base of the plug is seated against my ass, I release the breath I was holding.

“Fucking perfect.” He pushes a hand between my thighs and groans. “You’re soaked, baby. So f*cking wet. You dying for me yet?”

“Please.” I’m not ashamed to beg. I just want him.

Cav’s fingers disappear, but the sound of his belt and zipper keep me from moaning another plea. He fits the head of his cock against my entrance and meets my eyes in the mirror.

He starts to slide in, his gaze intense. “Inch by inch, baby girl. You’re taking all of it.”

I suck in a breath because he’s right. I’ve never felt so full as I do with the plug in my ass and Cav’s cock thrusting inside me.

“Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re mine. Every single f*cking piece of you is mine. I won’t take anything less, Greer. All of you. That’s what I want.”

He already has what he wants, but words are beyond me. All I can do is nod as he bottoms out and presses the plug further in.

“Oh my God,” I murmur, the words coming out on a harsh breath. “Oh my God.”

Heat burns in Cav’s gaze as he flexes his hips again, driving the sensation higher. One touch on my clit and an orgasm would be imminent.

When Cav pulls back and plunges inside, I can read the pleasure on his face too. We’re not going to last long.

And then he decides to prove me wrong.

Over and over, he powers into me, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. My orgasm hangs just out of reach until he wraps an arm around me and presses down on my clit.

“Brace yourself.”

Slapping my hands to the countertop, I never break eye contact as he pounds into me again and again, the pressure on my clit shattering my control. The orgasm bursts from me, along with a scream I can’t rein in. I don’t care if someone walks in and sees us, because the orgasm is rolling forward with the force of a freight train, the pleasure doubling and tripling with every moment.

“Oh my God.” I moan, tears rolling down my face at the intensity of the pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this before and it’s almost too much, but Cav doesn’t stop or slow.

“Fuck, baby. I’m coming.”

Two more thrusts and my scream matches his groan. I slump forward on the counter, my head hanging forward until my forehead touches granite, breaking eye contact for the first time since I looked in the mirror and met his gaze.

My legs tremble as my knees threaten to give out.

Cav stays still, his cock still pulsing out his release inside me. His left palm slides up my back and turns my head to the side.

“You okay?”

I try to nod, but I’m too boneless to move.

“I’ll clean you up. Give me a second.”

Cav can have all the seconds he wants because I’m going to need to be carried out of here. Preferably out a back entrance so I don’t have to see anyone who heard me scream when my orgasm stole my restraint.

The reality of what we’ve done hits me. “What if someone heard?”

“Then they’ll be jealous as hell. Don’t worry about it.”

Cav pulls out and cleans us both up, but he doesn’t remove the plug. When I point out his oversight, his lips quirk up on one side.

“Told you, that’s staying in. We’re not done yet.”

My eyes go wide—I can see them in the mirror—and Cav’s smile broadens.

“Just wait, baby. You think I made you scream this time? I’ve got plans for you.”





We walk out of the bathroom, and it’s clear that my hair has been arranged in the just been f*cked school of hairstyling. I swear every single person in this house is looking at me and knows that I’ve still got a butt plug pushed up my ass.

“Can we hurry?” I whisper to Cav, feeling more self-conscious with every step.

He stops in the hallway and looks down at me. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re all going to know what we did.”

Cav’s smile is slow, and I’m tempted to wipe it off his face. “Baby girl, we aren’t the first and we won’t be the last people to use that bathroom for that specific purpose.” He glances out toward the pool area where topless women and men in briefs are playing a game of volleyball. “Besides, everyone is on the fun edge of hammered right now, so what we’re doing isn’t on their radar. You’re good.”

For some reason, his words do make me feel a little less like I’m walking around with a scarlet letter sewn on my dress, but I’m still ready to leave—for more than one reason. I might have just had one of the most amazing orgasms of my life, but I’m still hovering on the edge, courtesy of the plug.

“Okay. I am ready to—”

“You can’t possibly leave yet,” Windsor calls as she slides through one of the glass doors that opens to the pool. Our words must have carried further than I thought. “Things are just starting to get fun.”

Cav relays our regrets, and I barely hear him because I can’t stop watching the man whose eyes are glued to Windsor. Silas Bohannon doesn’t look like the kind of man to let her get away for long. If I had to place my bets, I’d say she won’t be spending tonight alone.