#1 Dirty little slut
(the chapter will start right after the info about the story!)
This is a novel about one of your favorite characters from the novel “Sweet Caroline”. You can read this as a stand-alone story, but if you’re going to read my other stories as well, you might want to start with “Sweet Caroline” before reading “Slutty Shaughna”. This is the second story in the series.
1. Sweet Caroline
2. Slutty Shaughna
3. Eager Annabel
4. Feisty Francesca
5. Caring Christopher
6. Twisted Thomas
7. Chef Quiroz
Shaughna knows she’s a slut and she loves it. Sleeping around, fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, flirting, partying… That’s what Shaughna’s life consists of. Still, she knows that there’s something missing in her life: LOVE. The scariest thing in the world, according to her. She had it once and it tore her apart. Sleeping around without ever catching feelings is just so much easier. And a hell of a lot more fun.
Although she would never admit it, Shaughna has always been jealous of her best friend’s ability to fall in love within days. Although Caroline often ends up hurt because of that ability, Shaughna wouldn’t mind following in her friend’s footsteps for once. With the right guy, of course.
Enter… the wrong guy. The one that Shaughna has to break girl code for. And risk getting her own heart broken. Can she tear down her own walls quick enough to have a chance at love?
Chapter 1 - Dirty little slut
His name is Tim. Or Tom. Or maybe Thomas?
All thoughts fly from my mind when he pushes into me, his lips crashing against mine for a scorching kiss. I may not remember his name, but what I do know is that he’s hot. His dick isn’t as big as I’d prefer, but size doesn’t really matter in the end. It’s about what you do with it. And boy, this guy really knows what he’s doing.
With a moan, I reach my peak. He may not be big, but he’s hitting all the right spots. The moment he realizes that I already had an orgasm, he follows suit. Panting, he collapses on top of me. It takes him a moment to come back to this earth and roll off of me.
“Damn,” he breathes, looking at me with hooded eyes. “That was great.”
“How long do you think you need to be ready to go again?” I ask, already wanting more. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve always been this way. When a guy is good, I won’t settle for just once. And what’s-his-name is good enough for me to want to stay for a little while before going back home.
“Again?” he repeats, his eyes lighting up. “Give me… ten minutes, maybe?”
I snuggle up to him, my head on his chest as he pulls me close. I don’t always want to cuddle after, but I like this guy. He’s broad and his hair is so soft under my fingers that I don’t mind laying here with him for a few minutes. I wish I knew his name, though…
Inspiration hits and I roll away from him to pick up my phone from where it ended up on the floor in the midst of our discarded clothes. I unlock it before I hand it to him and tell him to put in his number. When he gives it back, I glance at the screen. Joshua. Oh. So not Tom or Tim after all. Good thing I’m not in the habit of moaning out someone’s name. I learned that the hard way when I slipped up and the guy throw me out in an angry fit. A text lights up just when I’m about to put my phone down. It’s my best friend Caroline, letting me know that she left the club with Dshawn. I’m not surprised that she is with him. It was obvious that she would end up at his place the minute they laid eyes on each other. They used to date years ago, so I’m sure they will have fun tonight. Rekindling things with an old flame is always exciting. And she needs the sex even more than I do. And that’s saying something, because I always need sex.
I let Caroline know that I’m in bed with Joshua and tell her to have fun with Dshawn. I always liked him, way more than some of her other boyfriends. Danny was especially horrific.
“Are you going to stare at your phone all night?” Joshua asks, rolling onto his side to swing an arm over me and pull me into him.
“I don’t know,” I reply teasingly. “Is there anything better to do?”
He wiggles his eyebrows and takes my phone away from me. “You could do me.” Before I can stop him, he glances at my phone and sees the text I just sent. “Oh, I’m cute, huh?” he laughs. “And great in bed?”
“Hmm, maybe.” I roll away from him and stretch out on his bed. “I’m tired now. Good night.”
Joshua pushes himself into my back, his dick twitching impatiently against my ass. “I don’t think so, Shaughna. Open those legs for me, baby.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I stay on my side and open up for him, letting him pull one leg over his so he can slide back into me with ease. He feels even better than he did the first time, but that might be because-
“Fucking hell!” I exclaim, rolling away from him so fast that I fall off the bed. “You’re not wearing a condom!”
“Oh fuck, I forgot.” He doesn’t seem too bothered. “Good thing you’re still using your brain. Why do you look so freaked out? It’s not like I already came!”
I scramble to my feet and look down at him angrily. I’ve got an IUD so it’s not like I’m going to get pregnant tonight, but surely he knows that without a condom there’s always a chance of getting some nasty STD? I know I’m clean – well, before tonight – because I had to get tested a few months ago when the condom broke, but I don’t know about him.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Joshua says, his eyes widening. “Of course. What a stupid thing to say. Don’t worry though, I’m clean.”
At least he’s making sense now. Maybe some of the blood that was headed for his dick ended up in his brain after all, ensuring he’s not a rambling idiot anymore.
“Are you sure you’re clean?” I ask, not sure whether I can trust him.
Joshua scrambles out of bed and starts rummaging through some papers on his desk. Just when I’m ready to leave and just forget about round two, he holds up a piece of paper in triumph. He shoves it into my hands and points at the line that indeed says that he tested negative for every single STD there is. The date on the paper is three weeks ago.
“I haven’t had sex since then,” he tells me, scratching the back of his head almost uneasy. “I broke up with my girlfriend three months ago and I thought a casual hook-up might help me get over her, but of course that only makes things worse when you forget to wear a condom, so I thought I should just take a break from girls for a while, but then I saw you at the club tonight and you’re so pretty and I just thought – well, I thought, why the hell not? But now I forgot the condom again and it’s just – I mean it’s not like I’m not careful or anything, but with my girlfriend – we were together for three years and she had an IUD so we didn’t use condoms because we trusted each other, so I’m a little out of practice I guess and I had a few beers, which is never good when you wanna remember stuff like this. So yeah, I’m just trying to say-”
Instead of letting him ramble on for another hour, I just pull him in for a kiss. I already thought he was cute at the club with his blonde curls and pouty pink lips, but his adorable rambling and the fact that I’m only the second girl for him since the break-up makes him even cuter.
“I’m clean too,” I tell him between kisses, pushing him down on the bed before straddling him. “So let’s just forget about condoms for tonight, alright?” I don’t even wait for him to answer, since he’s already bucking his hips upwards which is pretty much the same as screaming yes. I ease myself onto him, enjoying the way he feels inside of me. I don’t know what it is about his penis, but he’s somehow hitting a spot in me that doesn’t always get the attention it deserves. It’s beyond amazing.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he breathes, grabbing my waist and holding me still. “Not so fast or I won’t last long.”
“You better start thinking about ice or death or your grandmother or something,” I tell him as I start moving again. “Because I don’t want to wait and I sure as hell don’t want you to blow quite yet.”
Joshua grunts and shuts his eyes, probably to do what I told him to. I wonder what he’s thinking about… I ride him for a while, merely focusing on myself and the pleasure this angle gives me. Normally, I can make myself come like this in a matter of minutes, and the pleasurable sensation is building for sure, but somehow I don’t seem to get quite the right pace doing.
“Do you do this often?” he asks suddenly, eyes flying open.
“What?” I ask, trying to find the right rhythm to get off. “Be on top? Yeah, I guess.”
“No, I mean, have sex with guys you just met,” he clarifies. From the look in his eyes, the thought turns him on, maybe because he just came out of a long relationship and isn’t used to the world of one-night stands quite yet.
“Very often,” I say honestly, leaning down so I can kiss his neck. “Does it bother you that I’m a dirty little slut?”
“No,” he pants, tilting his hips upwards. “Oh God that feels good.”
“That’s because I’ve got a lot of practice,” I whisper in his ear. “One of the many advantages of being a slut is that I know exactly what I’m doing.” To prove my point I clench my internal muscles around him, making him moan in pleasure. I make myself pulsate around him, driving him insane without even moving my hips.
“Oh,” he breathes, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Oh yeah.”
“What am I?” I ask him, picking up the pace again while I keep clenching around him.
“A dirty little slut,” he cries out, thrusting into me as he digs his fingers in my skin to take control. He starts slamming me down on him so hard that I cry out in surprise, that perfect spot inside of me getting hit over and over again. “You filthy whore,” he grunts, his words turning me on even more. “I’m gonna fill you up now,” he warns. “I’m gonna paint your walls white with my cum just the way you like it, disgusting tramp.”
A load moan slips out of my mouth and finally, the orgasm that has been building for a while now takes over, making my entire body shudder in pleasure. My toes curl when he keeps trusting into me erratically, chasing his own relief while also prolonging mine. When he finally comes, I’m already close to my next orgasm and I cry out when it rolls over me, wave after wave of pleasure setting me on fire.
“Holy shit,” Joshua whimpers when I clench around him almost painfully. “Holy. Shit.”