A FILTHY Christmas (Filthy Line Book 6) Page 5

  “I could have washed that off on the ride over,” Shane said.

  “Nice.”

  “The rest of me though…” Shane stepped into the apartment. “Do you want to check me for glitter? In all the naughty spots?”

  I curled my lip. I felt like smacking him across the face.

  I probably should have.

  Only I stepped back.

  Meaning my night just got a little more eventful.

  7

  SHANE

  I pointed to the small Christmas tree on a table in the corner.

  “Festive, huh?” I asked.

  “What? That? That’s Maggie’s. Not mine.”

  “Not a Christmas fan?”

  “It’s weird when it’s nice out all the time. I can’t see some dude in a sleigh, wearing heavy clothes because in every Christmas story it is cold and snowy.”

  “Right.”

  “Is your house all decked out?”

  “Not even close,” I said.

  “So then why are you questioning me?”

  “I’m not. Just making small talk. I’m not a fan of the Christmas stuff myself. I don’t get it. More so, I’m usually busy around this time of the year with gigs. Or I just sneak away alone and let the moment pass.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I do.”

  I stepped closer to Lita.

  I noticed the whiskey bottle on the table.

  “Drinking from the bottle like a big girl,” I said.

  “Does that turn you on?”

  “Actually, it does,” I said. “Want to do something about it?”

  “Like what?” Lita asked.

  “Well, I ditched horny, wet strippers for you, beauty. And you’re sitting home alone, ready to pound into a bottle of whiskey. So instead of wasting time thinking about that dude, why not forget him with me?”

  “Is that your sales pitch?”

  “Does it work?”

  “No.”

  “Then maybe a sample will convince you…”

  I touched Lita’s face.

  She put her head back and swallowed hard.

  This had been on my mind all fucking night.

  Wanting to come over here and kiss her. And fuck her.

  As I lowered my mouth to hers, she exhaled a breath.

  Sighing and sinking into me.

  Our lips touched first. Then our tongues.

  It was a slow and sweet kiss.

  Almost like we had been kissing for years.

  Like we knew what the other person wanted.

  I kissed her deep and even slower.

  She moved closer to me.

  Her left hand reached between us and cupped between my legs. Her eager fingertips digging at my jeans, trying to follow the growing bulge of my cock.

  I broke the kiss and traded her lips for the whiskey bottle.

  I twisted the cap off with one hand and took a drink.

  “Which tastes better?” Lita asked.

  “Let’s find out,” I said.

  I grabbed her ass with my right hand and picked her up.

  I threw her over my shoulder and walked her toward the bedroom.

  “Wrong room!” Lita called out.

  “I don’t give a fuck,” I said.

  I put her on her feet and put the whiskey bottle on the nightstand.

  “This isn’t my room,” she said.

  “I said I don’t give a fuck,” I said. “You need to get laid, Lita. Get this guy off your mind.”

  “And you need to tell me why that matters so much to you.”

  “I’ll write it… with my tongue,” I said.

  I grabbed the back of her legs and pulled, making her fall to the bed.

  She let out a playful scream.

  I dropped down to one knee and hovered over her stomach.

  Up went her shirt and down came my lips to kiss her soft skin.

  My fingers opened her jeans and my hands pulled without hesitation.

  She wiggled her hips and lifted her ass, letting me strip her down to her ankles. From there she was on her own to get them off, which she did in record time.

  Which was good, because when her sweet scent hit my nose, that was it for me.

  She was now my favorite… for the night.

  My hands grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

  Lita opened her legs, parting her wet folds for me.

  “So fucking wet already, beauty,” I said. “Been a while?”

  “Shut the fuck up, Shane,” she said. “Don’t ruin this.”

  I dipped my tongue to her slit and took a hearty drink of her desire. I reached with my right hand for the whiskey bottle and took a drink.

  Mixed together, Lita’s pussy and whiskey were all I needed to survive.

  “Give me that,” Lita said, reaching for the bottle. “I must be out of my mind.”

  “Yeah, definitely,” I said.

  I kissed her soft folds and eased my mouth over her pearly clit. She was glistening, begging for attention. The second I touched her clit, Lita jumped at me and groaned. She stopped drinking the whiskey but didn’t put the bottle down.

  She was a fucking disaster in front of me and I was rock hard from it all.

  With the thumb of my right hand, I peeled her slit back a little more, making her clit show even more. The tip of my tongue cut left to right like I was on a motorcycle, dodging the highway traffic.

  Lita grabbed at my hair and pulled. “Fuck…”

  I nodded.

  I understood.

  She had never been with a man that knew how to properly eat pussy.

  When I had her on the edge, ready to let go, I slid my tongue down and flicked at her slit. I circled around, feeling her pulsing, giving my tongue the chance to send signals to my cock as to just how tight she was.

  It was torture for her and for me.

  I pulled away. “Beg for it, Lita.”

  “What?” she cried out.

  “Beg for me to make you come. Let’s hear it.”

  “I’ll finish myself,” she said.

  She moved her hand from my hair to her clit. Two fingers rubbing in all directions.

  She put her head back and let out a groan.

  “Fuck…”

  I had to hand it to her.

  She knew how to stand her ground.

  But I was far from done with her.

  I stood up and opened my jeans.

  Her fingers danced along her clit.

  I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and took it off.

  Then I grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers away from her pussy.

  Lita groaned and looked at me.

  “What the fuck, Shane?”

  “Mine,” I said. “I don’t share.”

  I pulled her hand toward my mouth and flicked my tongue against her pointer and middle fingers, lapping her own honey off them.

  Lita’s cheeks turned red.

  Then I put her hand to my open jeans.

  She reached into my jeans and touched my cock.

  I took the whiskey bottle from her and helped myself to another drink.

  After that, the whiskey bottle took a backseat on the nightstand.

  “I’m going to fuck you in your roommate’s bed,” I said.

  “No shit,” she said. “Hurry up and get going. I don’t have all night.”

  I looked down at her swollen pussy and gritted my teeth.

  I grabbed her by the waist and moved her up the bed.

  I had a wicked move that took years to perfect.

  I knew how to climb onto a bed and take my jeans off at the same time.

  By the time Lita got settled on the bed, I was naked, and the head of my cock was already introducing itself to her soaked folds.

  I moved left to right, up and down, coating the tip of my cock with her honey.

  My left hand was flat on the bed for balance as my right hand lifted her shirt. My thumb hooked under the bottom of her bra and up it
went.

  Her tits fell free and I growled under my breath.

  They were full, her rosy nipples puckered tight, aching for some love from Shane.

  I lowered my head and Lita grabbed it with both hands and pulled me down with force.

  She arched her back and groaned.

  My mouth tried to keep up as she moved her chest left to right.

  God, I loved when a woman knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to show it…

  Just as I thought that, Lita moved her hands down to my ass and pulled at me.

  Wanting me inside her.

  I pressed forward, breaking her delicate seal, feeling her engulfing me…

  I pulled away from her right breast with my teeth, making her cry out.

  Before she could stop making noise, I quickly kissed her.

  Just like before.

  Slow. Deep.

  Just like my cock.

  Fucking slow… fucking deep…

  8

  LITA

  When he started to come, I shut my eyes and pulled myself against his body and bit at his chest.

  Buried deep inside me, throbbing, making me come at the same time…

  I hated Shane but appreciated his cock.

  Who the fuck just shows up from a strip club thinking they’re going to fuck me?

  Shane.

  Who’s the one that let him fuck me?

  Me.

  I put my head back and groaned as Shane lowered me down to the bed.

  He kissed my neck and slowly fucked me for a few more seconds.

  It wasn’t much of an encore, but I didn’t need one.

  The main event was more than enough.

  He said he was going to fuck me so I’d forget about you-know-who.

  And it worked.

  Only when we were fucking though.

  Shane eased his way from my body and I grabbed at the sheets as I felt a warm gush between my legs.

  All over Maggie’s bed.

  Her sheets were messed up. The pillows disorganized.

  Oh well.

  Shane jumped off the bed and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a drink.

  I took a few seconds to admire the rock star’s perfect body.

  Chiseled with muscle, laced with tattoos, screaming that bad boy look so effortlessly.

  And he didn’t care what anyone thought of him.

  “See you later, beauty,” he said.

  He turned and walked toward the bedroom door.

  Still fully naked.

  “What are you doing?” I called out.

  “Taking a shower,” he said. “Join me.”

  He left the bedroom and found the bathroom.

  I was naked from the waist down. My legs shaking from my muscles feeling gooey from the orgasms.

  Yes, that’s plural. Holy shit.

  My shirt and bra were still pushed up.

  Which wasn’t all that comfortable.

  My bra pushed down on my boobs, making them hurt.

  I wrestled my girls back into place and climbed out of the bed.

  I noticed Shane’s shirt on the floor and traded mine for his.

  That meant ditching both my shirt and bra.

  His shirt was long enough that I didn’t need to get dressed.

  Score.

  I grabbed the rest of our clothes and tried my best to make Maggie’s bed look fine again.

  I made sure to leave the bedroom door open though.

  The room stunk like whiskey and rock star sex.

  Believe me, rock stars fucked in a much different way than other guys did.

  I tossed my clothes into my bedroom and then took Shane’s stuff to the living room and dropped it on the floor.

  I couldn’t believe this guy.

  To just show up… make a move… then he just walks away to take a shower like it’s his apartment…

  Everything about Shane was the opposite of what I would ever want. Who the hell wants a pain in the ass rock star that smokes, drinks, and just does whatever he wants, when he wants?

  Oh, yeah… I do.

  Shane walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but jeans.

  Smoking a cigarette.

  “There’s no smoking in here,” I said.

  “Why? Nothing bad is happening. The place didn’t explode or anything.”

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  He took one more hearty drag off the cigarette and then walked it to the kitchen.

  The smell of the cigarette smoke hung in the air as Shane came into the living room.

  “I see you have my shirt,” he said.

  “Want it back?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Take it off. Right now. Let me see what’s under that shirt again.”

  “You got your look,” I said. “I’m keeping this shirt.”

  “Souvenir,” he said. “Works for me. So did I make you forget him?”

  I curled my lip. “Why does it matter? What is this? I’m not some woman you can just come and fuck when you feel like it, okay? What just happened… I wanted it. That was all me. Not you.”

  “Whatever you say,” he said. “You used me. I used you. However you want to paint the picture, at the end of the day, I came. That’s all I care about.”

  “You know what, Shane? You can leave.”

  He stepped up next to me and reached for the small, fake Christmas tree.

  He moved the star left to right a few times.

  “I’ve been there,” he said. “The way you feel.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yeah.” He looked at me. “I was playing a show on December twenty-third. But by the time I got done, it was Christmas Eve. I had everything worked out perfectly. I had the girl. I had the ring. I had gigs. I had some money. There was a lot happening and it all felt good. I saw myself… I don’t know. Maybe I’d never front a band. Or be the lead guitarist and tour the world. But I hung around the clubs, the bands and the studio enough I could make a living at it.”

  “You seem to be doing just fine,” I said.

  “Yeah. It’s not a bad gig at all. But you don’t give a shit about my career. You want to know about the girl and the ring.”

  “Correct,” I said.

  “I got done with my set a little early and snuck out. I was going to wait until later on Christmas Eve or even Christmas morning to ask her to marry me. But I had the ring. I was jumpy about it. I was excited. I felt something in my heart about it. So, I went home early. I was going to wake her up and ask her to marry me. Right on the spot. Do I need to tell you how this story ends?”

  “Well, I take it you’re not engaged,” I said. “Or married. But there’s a lot of reasons why.”

  “She was fucking someone else,” Shane said.

  He reached for the Christmas tree again and bent one of the fake branches.

  “Shit,” I said. “Sorry.”

  “Yeah. I caught her.”

  “What?”

  “I opened the bedroom door and there she was. Fucking some guy. Facing me, her ass in the air, this dude sitting on my bed, my girl riding his cock…”

  “Oh, Shane,” I said.

  “She threw her head back and looked right at me and kept pumping at him. I made a comment on how to make her come faster. She screamed my name. The guy threw her off him. I walked out of the bedroom and went into the living room and stood in the dark. With the Christmas tree turned off. There was just something about that moment…”

  “You felt worthless?” I asked. “Like how the fuck did you let that happen, right?”

  “Something like that, beauty,” Shane said. “The guy came out of the room, blabbering a bunch of shit. He threw Stacy right under the bus. Tried to say he didn’t know she was with me. I didn’t even look back at him. I still have no idea who the guy was. Stacy started to cry. She said she felt lonely and fucked up. So I crouched down and turned on the Christmas tree. Just to have some light in the living room so I could see her face. I turned around an
d stared at her. The tears were real. But they were guilty tears. I kissed her cheek and I told her to enjoy the rest of her life.”

  “Shane,” I said. I reached for his hand. “That’s terrible. Where did you go?”

  “Well, that night after my show, a woman had left her panties in my guitar case. I didn’t care at the time… but, you know…”

  “What?” I asked.

  Shane grinned. He looked at me. “I went back to the club, found that woman, and I fucked her brains out all night long.”

  I took my hand from his. “Oh.”

  “What? You want me to tell you that I cried my heart out? Fuck that.”

  “Fuck that? She hurt you. And it still resonates with you. That’s why you’re doing all this stuff for me.”

  “Wrong,” Shane said. “I’m doing this for you because you’re beautiful, I wanted to fuck you, and I want you to get over this guy. Blaze? Get out of here. You’re going to give up the rest of your dating life for him? What’s this guy going to do, Lita? Just show up one day and trade in his fake-tits girlfriend for you? You can’t be that stupid, right?”

  “You know what? I should have stuck with my original plan. And that’s for you to leave. Goodbye, Shane.”

  I reached forward with my foot and turned off the power strip that controlled the lights on the small Christmas tree.

  Shane just laughed. “You’re pissed because I’m right. And I bet you hate Christmas because Blaze fucked up a bunch for you. You knew for a long time he was fucking other women. You tried to work it out with him. You wanted him that bad. I get it. I’m sorry he fucked you over like that, Lita. I was just hoping you’d find a second to yourself to look in the mirror and realize you’re worth more than his bullshit.”

  A shirtless Shane then walked to the front door of the apartment.

  I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Shane. Stop.”

  “You can keep the shirt, beauty,” he said. “I mean, you can still take it off… give me one more show for the road.”

  “Shane, just stay tonight,” I said.

  “All night?”

  “Yeah.”

  “If I stay… I’m going to fuck you again.”

  I swallowed hard and nodded. “I know.”

  Without hesitation, Shane came back to me.