Play Dirty (22 page)

Goddammit, he was going to burn. He was going to die in a hellish fire of misery and orgasms and the tightest pussy he’d ever scored. He may as well pack a goddamn bag on his way down, because it was clear he was on a straight path to Hell.

But he was a gentleman, and gentlemen didn’t deny their ladies.

Her lips were around his cock before he saw her drop to her knees, like a good little school girl. Her mouth was hot and warm and hungry, swallowing his entire length in one go. Matthew thrust his hips forward gently until he hit the back of her throat and groaned in delight when she gagged. It was only for a moment, though, which meant she was learning.

And here they were again, fulfilling his fantasies, laying truth to every note left in his classroom. He was defiling this sweet girl, fucking her mouth with excited thrusts that matched the wild beating of his heart. Intoxicated. Again.

Fuck, the way she took him, though. Her hands worked his shaft while her mouth devoured his head. Each time she took him whole, she squeezed his balls, and his mind went blissfully blank as his knees buckled and his hands became tangled in her hair. He used her head like a stick shift to rev his cock engine.

At the intersection nearby, a series of car horns erupted, reminding him they weren’t along in the quiet of his bedroom, but in the open air where anyone could walk by and see them. A stranger could high-five him as Lynn sucked him off.

She looked up at him with those bedroom eyes, those deep pools of her soul that just made him want to destroy her with his body. Her hands slipped from his cock and inside her shirt. Matthew leaned back against the tree to watch her pull out those tits he loved so much, and play with herself as her head bobbed forward and back.

Just as he was starting to force his mind to other places to stave off the pending orgasm, she sucked hard and popped off his cock. Matthew grunted in protest, because he was not ready for it to be over, not at all, when she bit her lips with some of the hottest eye fucking he’d ever seen. He cupped her face to send her back to finish him off, but she smacked his hands away and framed her tits around his erection.

Oh. Fucking. Fuck.

Lynn titty fucked him slowly, pausing every few strokes to lick the top of his head, and started talking dirty again. For such a pretty young thing, she had an awful lot of very naughty ideas. Ways she wanted him to lick her, positions she wanted him to fuck her in, how she wanted him to throw her down in the middle of the park and fuck her until she couldn’t see anymore.

The breathier she became, the harder it was for him to keep his wits about him. And then the little devil bent over and gently bit the head of his cock. He cried out in pain and pleasure. As if driven by his cries, she swallowed him whole once more and an explosion took over his body, starting in his toes and flooding through his veins.

His release was strong, but he felt himself holding back. Fucking heart. Fucking brain. Fucking notes inside flowers and on his desk.

Matthew drew a ragged breath as she licked the last bit of come from his tip. She stood and slid her shorts off. “My turn, big boy.”

She bent down to grab her ankles and slowly pulled herself back up, hands caressing her own body, dipping into the spaces he loved the most. His tired cock wanted to join her, but he needed to pace himself.

“Are you my Sandy?”

“Only if you’re my Danny.”

He laid her out on the pine needle-covered ground and ran his hands along her legs and up her stomach. He loved watching her squirm in delight under his touch. They were like magnets—where he went, her body followed. Her nipples were already firm, and taking them in his mouth was delicious. She writhed against him as he flicked and sucked and nibbled in all the ways she loved. The way she panted and moaned left him wondering if he could get her off on her nipples alone.

But his girl was a hungry one. She wasn’t interested in his foreplay, and he respected that. He dipped down to her belly button and kissed his way down to her pink cunt, laid bare and glistening just for him. He allowed himself one taste, long and slow with her bucking and pleading for more, before he kissed down to her knees and back up. The undersides of her knees were particularly tender, and he loved that.

On the ground, they were hidden by an encampment of bushes, but Lynn was a noisy girl. His cock throbbed again at the thought of getting caught. This park was much busier than the last one they’d met in.

“Someone might hear us,” he rumbled against her clit and she moaned loudly. He growled against it just for fun, watching her beautiful body contort under him. “I think you’d like that.”

She gasped slightly. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” His tongue slid into her opening and he bit down on her pussy. She cried out again. “Sounds like a definite.”

“Do you remember,” she licked her lips. “When you told me you wanted to fuck me in front of the whole class?”

His balls seized. “God, would I ever love to.”

She bit her lip, looking shy and gorgeous. “I don’t think I’d mind.”

It was his turn to moan, resting his head against her thigh. “You are so goddamn naughty, Lynn. I feel like I need to punish you.”

“Please,” she begged, hands clawing at her nipples. “Please, Matthew. Punish me.”

He inserted two fingers into her opening, moving slowly at first, making love to her clit. As her breaths quickened, he thrust faster, curling his fingers upward to hit all of the best places inside her. She dropped her head sideways and raised her hips upwards so he had to lift up to his knees to get her.

Lynn was primal, clawing at herself under his tongue. Sooner than he expected, his cock leapt up, ready to ravish her. He gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her knees with her ass in the air. He smacked it twice before pulling a condom from his pocket and sliding himself deep within her. She covered her mouth, noises muffled, as he pounded into her until she came.

Her cries were so intense, he came a second time. This time, it swept him away and left him breathless and empty. They slumped together on the ground, panting and kissing until the pine needles dug into their skin.

It hit him then. The sex was hot, it always was, and being in a public place had an element of arousal that was undeniable … but this was the only way they could be together. Everywhere else was dangerous. Never would they have the chance to be a normal couple. He couldn’t even call her his girlfriend. Their encounters would be limited to sneaking around in the dark between rehearsals and curfews. He was twenty-nine goddamn years old, not a teenager.

“This has to be the last time,” he found himself murmuring against her. He didn’t want to let go of her, but had to start gnawing at the tether somehow. “It’s going to ruin us.”

“It’s not the last time.” Lynn bit his lip and his blood ran hot. “I can’t be without you. You can’t be without me. We tried, remember? It’s impossible. We’re meant to be together.”

“You have to. We have to. I can’t keep doing this to you, Lynn.”

“You aren’t doing anything to me, Matthew. I know what this is, I know Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy, but we don’t have to be. We can make it through this.”

He closed his eyes and pulled his hands off of her. “I’m not going to have a hand in your destruction. You know how much I care about you, and sometimes that means walking away.”

“You can’t!” Her voice leapt an octave. “I’ll drop out of school, start looking for work in town. I’m good enough, you said so yourself!”

“If your parents left you alive after that, I’d kill you myself.” Matthew pulled up his jeans and buttoned them, taking great care to not look at her as he got dressed. “Life doesn’t work like that and you have no idea what you’re getting into. The real world isn’t as cut and dried as high school. You can’t just drop classes and start over with something you want. It’s rough out there. Why do you think I’m even here right now?”

“I thought you were here because you loved me.” The hurt and anger bleeding from her voice was brutal.

“I do!” Matthew reached for her. She took a step away, but didn’t fight him. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I get a say in this, too, Matthew. You don’t get to just make decisions for me because you’re the teacher or because you’re older. Fuck you. I’m just as much in this as you are, and I’m saying it’s worth it.”

“Can you please—” Matthew froze. Branches nearby rustled and a shadow was running off in the distance. “Shit.”

Someone absolutely saw them. Now it really was over; no more pretending and pleading and arguing about it. This was their final scene, curtains for Romeo and Juliet.

PART THREE

LYNN

Lynn was absolutely certain she was going to murder Aria Levens. She came back from Thanksgiving break insufferably worse, for reasons Lynn neither guessed nor cared, and it’d been downhill since then. But she had to die, and that was that.

There was a sort of sweet justice in knowing Lynn wasn’t the only one in the company who thought so. McKenzi Elworth, lead vocals in the choir realm, but unhappily second string to Aria the Diva, was routinely seen storming off the stage, throwing script pages everywhere, and screaming, “
You
deal with her!”

Aria developed quite a victim’s complex about it, pouting and twisting strands of her long and over-moussed hair, wondering why they all just, “couldn’t get along.”

“Maybe—and I could be wrong here—but maybe you shouldn’t have slept with her boyfriend.” Dave was sprawled in the middle of the stage, running his finger over his lines as he memorized them. “Just a guess.”

“I did no such thing.” Aria huffed dramatically. “That’s a nasty rumor.”

“You would know,” Lynn muttered from her side of the stage. When Aria shot her a glance, Lynn continued peeling up old gaffer tape, pretending she’d said nothing. Another choir girl high-fived her.

But Lynn was right. Aria would fucking know. Because she was still certain Aria sent Matthew all those notes and put them in this terrible and precarious situation, where everything was hot one minute and dead the next.

She had begged her parents to let her stay behind from their annual Thanksgiving trip to the condo in Vail, Colorado, to “work on school group projects,” with the full intent to crash Matthew’s apartment for the whole time to prove to him they were exactly the kind of couple-y thing that would
work
. But her mother had some
insane
idea that they needed the bonding time. Her parents spent that time drunk in the hot tub and she spent it drunk in the rec room with the other miserable kids.

Matthew only sent her two texts the whole week—one wishing her a “Happy Thanksgiving,” and the other was a stalwart “
No
” when she asked if he was ignoring her. Funny, it certainly appeared that way. She narrowed her eyes at the boxy frame of her director as he walked a group through the next set of blocking. Jerk. He was lucky he gave amazing oral. She could mostly forgive him … until he started dancing around, again.

Her heart hurt from all the ups and downs, but she understood. Kind of. Lynn didn’t want to stay away from him, despite the costs. Dropping out and moving to the City was becoming more and more appealing every day. Especially with Aria flouncing around like she owned the place.

Lynn prided herself in knowing she was a hell of a lot classier when she’d had lead of the fall production. So far as she knew, no one hated her besides Aria. Point for Lynn.

“Anyone else notice how she’s practically throwing herself at Mr. F?” Aidan sidled by, speaking out of the corner of his mouth. “Or am I just conditioned to pay extra attention to boobs?”

As if on cue, Aria tossed her hair over her shoulder and laughed obnoxiously loud. She reached out to touch Matthew’s arm, but he was already moving some of the choral members around the stage for the scene. She looked a little pink around the cheeks that he wasn’t there to humor her.

“Oh, it’s not just you.” Wendy chewed on her pen cap and made a face. “She’s like the definition of twitterpated. It’s annoying.”

Lynn turned a page harder than she intended and nearly ripped it out of her script. Aidan cocked an eyebrow at her. “Sorry. I’m just so fucking tired of her prancing around like she owns the whole auditorium. I figured it’d be bad, but this … it’s gross.”

“Preach.” Hattie joined them. “I want to shove my music binder down her throat. Did she even read the script? It’s about a
group
of people, not just one bitch.”

“Nobody else exists in her reality. Look at her. And how disgusting is it to throw yourself at Mr. F?” Lynn added, praying they couldn’t hear the hammering of her heart. “Get some goddamn class.”

“She has no class.” Aidan said. “Hell of an ego, though.”

“So maybe she should stop acting like a prostitute.”

Aidan let out a low whistle, which caught Matthew’s ear. They immediately pretended to run their lines, casting shaded glances over at Aria, who was still very much flaunting herself for their director. It reminded Lynn of her audition, rolling around the stage and touching herself.

Stupid slutty fuckface Aria. If she ever managed to lay a hand on Matthew, Lynn couldn’t promise she would let it go, instead of flying over to claw her face off. From the sounds of it, no one would stop her, either. Matter of fact, there would likely be a lot of assistance.

It was going to be a long, painful rehearsal season.

To Matthew’s credit, she noted as she spied on him over her pages, he was keeping a very respectful distance between the two of them. And the way he was moving around the stage, he appeared to be making damn sure they were never alone. He would help set the stage, work with the other directors, and generally ignore Aria unless she was directly in his face. Which was often, but at least he made an effort to work with everyone.

Good boy
. At least this portion of their plan was working. Maybe this meant she could get laid soon. She smiled to herself and played it off as a cough when Aidan cocked his head at her. After everything that happened, she forgot Aidan had been awfully … cozy … with her during rehearsals. In
Spring Awakening
, they weren’t love interests, but he made a point to hang out with her whenever they weren’t on stage.