Dirt

**Chapter 1: Say It** Luke had a reputation around town, and he didn't give a damn. Women were his pleasure, his pastime, and he made no apologies for it. He took them, gave them what they wanted, and sent them on their way. No strings, no attachments, just pure, carnal satisfaction. But there was one woman who had burrowed under his skin, one woman who made him ache with a desire so intense it was almost maddening. Astrid. She was the bartender at the local dive, the one who poured his drinks and ignited his fantasies. She was off-limits, or so he told himself. But his body didn't give a damn. It wanted her, craved her, burned for her. And tonight, he had reached his breaking point. He had to have her, or at least a taste of her, even if it was just a mere glimpse. Astrid had seen Luke with other women before, but nothing prepared her for the sight that greeted her when she walked into his bedroom. He had the girl bent over his bed, her skirt hiked up, his handprints marking her bare ass. The girl was loud, her moans filling the room, echoing off the walls, and slamming into Astrid with a force that stole her breath. Luke's hand rose and fell, spanking the girl with a rhythm that was both hypnotic and erotic. Astrid should have turned away, should have left, but she was rooted to the spot, her eyes wide, her heart pounding. She wished it was her. She wished it was her bent over that bed, her ass bearing his handprints, her moans filling his room. Luke knew she was there. He could feel her eyes on him, could sense her desire. He looked up, his gaze locking with Astrid's. There was no shame in his eyes, no embarrassment. There was only heat, hunger, and a raw, primal need that made Astrid's knees weak. He didn't stop, didn't slow. Instead, he went harder, his hips thrusting against the girl's ass, his hand spanking her with a force that made her cry out. But his eyes, oh god, his eyes never left Astrid's. He was fucking that girl, but he was thinking of her. He was spanking that girl, but he was wanting her. Astrid could see it, could feel it. She took it in. It made her hot. It made her wet. It made her yearn. Luke's movements were precise, controlled, each thrust and each spank deliberate. He was a man who knew what he wanted, who took what he wanted. And right now, he wanted Astrid to watch, wanted her to see what he could do to a woman's body, wanted her to imagine it was her. She was watching him make a girl cum. Her body felt like a spring clasped tight. As the girl put her cheeks into the duvet and clenched the sheets, Astrid felt herself bearing down too. Astrid's breath hitched, her heart hammered, and her body ached. She leaned against the doorframe, her hand pressing against her stomach, her fingers itching to move lower, to ease the ache between her thighs. But she didn't. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not yet. Luke's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened, and with a final thrust, he groaned and flowed hard. But even as he came, his eyes remained on Astrid, his gaze burning into hers, his message clear. He wanted her. And he wouldn't stop until he had her. He held the condom onto his cock and leaned down to unceremoniously pull out and move the girl to one side. He straightened up and stared at her, as everyone panted. Astrid turned and walked shakily back towards the bar, stomach jumping in somersaults. Why had she stepped into his room? She could have closed her eyes, but she wanted to to see him with another woman, with his handprints on another girl, to see what she was missing out on. And now she understood. She sat gingerly on her own cot and clenched her fists knowing the only way of relieving her tension. She had been so, so stupid. **Chapter 2: Bound by Desire** Astrid stormed into Luke's room, her heart still pounding from what she had witnessed earlier. She was mad, furious even, but not because of what he had done to that girl. No, she was mad because he had made her want it, had made her wish it was her. She was mad because he had invaded her thoughts, her dreams, her desires. And she wanted to teach him a lesson, wanted to make him feel a fraction of the torment he put her through. Luke looked up from his bed, surprise flashing across his face. He had expected her to run, to avoid him. But here she was, her eyes sparking with anger and desire, her breath coming in quick gasps. He could see the effect he had on her, and it made his blood run hot. "Astrid," he began, but she cut him off. "No, you don't get to speak," she snapped, advancing on him. She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his lap. His hands automatically went to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "You think you can tease me, taunt me, make me watch you with someone else?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry. Luke's breath hitched, his cock already hard and straining against his jeans. He could feel the heat of her through their clothes, could feel her wetness as she rubbed against him. He groaned, his head falling back. "Astrid," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "That's right, Luke," she purred, rolling her hips against him. "You want me, don't you?" She reached down, her fingers tracing the length of his cock through his jeans. He bucked up against her, a low groan tearing from his throat. "Say it, Luke," she demanded, her voice a low purr. "Tell me you want me." Her fingers worked at his belt, her eyes never leaving his. She unzipped him, her hand wrapping around his length. He was hot and hard, his cock pulsing in her grip. Luke's eyes were wild, his breath coming in short pants. "I want you, Astrid," he groaned, his hips bucking up into her hand. "Fuck, I want you so bad." Astrid smiled, a slow, satisfying curve of her lips. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "Good," she whispered. "Now, you're going to watch." She pushed him back, her hands on his chest. She stood up, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly undressed. Luke watched, his breath caught in his throat. He had seen Astrid before, had imagined her like this a thousand times, but nothing compared to the reality. She was beautiful, her body soft and curvy, her skin flushed with desire. She straddled him again, her knees on either side of his hips. She took his cock in her hand, her eyes on his as she slowly sank down onto him. Luke's eyes fluttered closed, a low groan tearing from his throat. She was hot, wet, tight. Perfect. He could feel her, every inch of her, as she took him in. He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting hers. She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "Watch, Luke," she whispered. "Watch me ride you." She began to move, her hips rolling against him. She rode him slow, her body undulating against his. Luke's hands went to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He could feel her, could feel every inch of her as she moved against him. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, her eyes on his. "Touch me, Luke," she demanded, her voice breathless. "Rub my clit." Luke's hand moved between them, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed it in slow circles, his eyes on hers. She moaned, her head falling back, her hips moving faster. She was wild, untamed, her body chasing its release. Luke could feel it, could feel her tightening around him. He thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers, his cock filling her. Astrid's moans filled the room, her body tensing as she neared her peak. Luke could feel it, could feel her tightening around him. He thrust up into her, his hips moving faster, his cock filling her. "Cum for me, Astrid," he growled, his thumb rubbing her clit faster. "Cum on my cock." Astrid cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. She came hard, her body milking Luke's cock. Luke groaned, his hips thrusting up into her as he found his own release. He came hard, his cock pulsing inside her, his body shaking with the force of it. Astrid collapsed onto him, her body slick with sweat. Luke's arms went around her, holding her close. Their breaths came in sync, their hearts pounding together. Astrid looked up at him, her eyes soft. "That was..." she began, but Luke cut her off with a kiss. "That was just the beginning, Astrid," he murmured against her lips. "That was just the beginning." And as he kissed her again, Astrid knew he was right. This was just the beginning, the start of something wild and untamed. And she couldn't wait to see where it took them.