Chapter Two of the “Dirrty Series.”
“Where is he?” Christina Aguilera looked at her watch and looked around. Moviegoers passed her by, totally oblivious to the fact that she was standing there; thanks to her dark disguise of a baseball cap, dark sunglasses, and a heavy overcoat, she was invisible to the crowd of people. She tapped her foot impatiently, looking at her watch again. She stared down at her feet, still tapping her foot; she looked up when a pair of shoes walked up to her.
“Sorry I’m late,” Brian Littrell said. He pulled off his sunglasses and his face looked stressed.
“Where have you been?” Christina asked. “Did something happen?” Brian sighed deeply, running his fingers on his forehead.
“She knows,” he muttered. Christina gasped and placed her hand on Brian’s shoulder.
“How did she find out?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “But she knows and she’s pissed.” Christina was silent. If Brian’s wife had found out about her previous meeting with Brian, what would that do Christina’s relationship with him? She rubbed Brian’s shoulder softly, still not sure of what to say. She had a feeling that he was going to tell her that what they had done on their previous encounter would never happen again. Brian cleared his throat.
“I promised her I would never see you again,” he said. Christina nodded.
“I understand,” she said, taking her hand off of his shoulder. She began to walk away when she felt his hand on her arm. She turned and looked him questioningly.
“You think that’s a promise I’m going to keep?” Christina smiled hopefully and Brian nodded. “Let’s go,” he said, taking her hand. “We’ve got things to do.”
After they arrived in Brian’s hotel room, Christina sat on the bed, removing her hat and overcoat. Brian locked the door and sat down next to her. He took his hand into hers, stroking her fingers softly. Christina smiled at his touch and she studied his face in the faint light.
“Should I break it off with Leighanne?” Brian asked, not looking up. Christina took her hand and placed it on Brian’s face. He looked up at her, putting his hand over hers. He stared at her with his stunning blue eyes, looking for an answer in her face.
“Break it off for what?”
“For us.” Christina sighed, taking her hand from his face.
“What we have has got to be commitment free,” she said quietly. She looked up at him as he took her words in. He leaned into her and kissed her passionately. After he pulled back, he was smiling at her. “What does that smile supposed to mean?” Christina laughed. Brian’s smile grew wider.
“What it means is,” he said, moving closer to her. He kissed up her neck softly, stopping near her ear. He slowly whispered, “We’ll just see about that.” Christina smirked and turned her face, brushing her lips against his. Brian grabbed her mouth with his and pulled her onto his lap. Christina worked her lips against his, moving up and down on his lap. Brian ran his fingers through her hair, running his hands down to the bottom of her shirt. He gently pulled it up, taking it off and throwing it to the floor. Christina smiled, pulling back from the kiss.
“You’re so bad,” she said. Brian smiled at her, discreetly removing her bra and tossing it away.
“I wanna be bad,” he replied softly. “I’ve been good my whole life.” He kissed her neck softly. Christina put her hand on the back of his head and pressed it into her chest. He sighed heavily and she slipped his shirt off, leaning into him. He lay back on the bed, looking up at her as she sat on his stomach. She started to slowly undo his belt and Brian closed his eyes. She removed his jeans and tossed them on the dresser. He opened his eyes and smiled at her, sitting up.
“Strip,” Brian said, placing a hand on Christina’s bare hip. Christina took a step back and made a show of taking her pants off. Once they were removed, Brian stared at her, a look of sheer desire on his face. “I’m yours,” he muttered, breathlessly. Christina grinned devilishly.
“Damn right, you’re mine.” She stepped closer to him, placing her hand on top of his head and twisting her finger through his tossled brown hair. She slowly sat down on his lap, causing him to enter her. He closed his eyes and breathed out heavily. Christina wrapped her legs around his body and began to move slowly up and down. Brian put his hands behind him on the bed as she embraced him, his muscles flexing as she grinded against him. He moaned softly and put his hands on her shoulders.
“S-stop,” he choked out. Christina continued her rhythm as if she hadn’t heard him. He opened his mouth again to speak, but Christina immediately kissed him to keep him silent.
“This is my game,” she moaned in his ear. “My rules.” Brian’s breathing became louder and faster as her movements stroked his passion pleasurably. He began to whimper quietly and his body tensed up; Christina groaned, closing her eyes as he erupted inside of her. He lay still for a moment, but only for a moment. He grabbed her hips and gently rotated her so that she was underneath him.
He positioned himself so that his body hung over hers and he began his rhythm. Christina moaned as she felt him sink deeper inside of her, tickling her insides. His motions became harder and faster, torturing her. Christina placed her hands on Brian’s shoulders and dug her fingers into his flesh. Pleasure mounted up to an unbearable level and Christina screamed silently as she released her warm juices. She ran her finger down the side of Brian’s face, staring at him.
“What?” he asked breathlessly. Christina ran her eyes across his features silently. Sweat dripped off of his body, becoming one with her skin. She still said nothing as she grabbed his face and kissed him long and hard. She felt him growing inside of her again. She pushed his face back gently and smiled seductively. He started down at her, trying to read her expression. She licked her lips slowly.
“Freak my body, Brian.” He stared down at her, smiling sexily. “Work me like a nine to five...” she paused and moved her lips close to his ear, speaking softly. “Let’s get nasty...naughty.” Brian slid his fingers down Christina’s thighs softly, still staring into her eyes. He gathered her hands in his and pinned them above her head, kissing her tenderly. He moved his lips from her mouth and sprinkled kisses along the base of her neck; Christina leaned her head back and breathed deeply.
Brian’s lips made their way down to her chest where he playfully teased her ring and ran his tongue across her chest. Christina moaned softly.
“Whatever you ask of me, I will do,” he said breathily. With that, he began to thrust slowly; his motions were soft and slow. They beckoned Christina into temptation and she could not resist. She moved her hips in time with his body, adding something of her own to the motion. Brian shuddered, his skin an exuberant shade of red. Beads of sweat rolled across his skin, making his body shimmer in the light. They moved as one, mouth-to-mouth, skin-to-skin.
Their moans and cries echoed off of the walls, a symphony of love, lust, and passion. Christina groaned as she released again. Brian bent down and kissed her, as if giving her a small reward for doing so. She began to work her body against his, urging him to come for her. She moved him, still grinding in time, so that he lay on his back. She lifted herself with her knees and slid down the bed.
Brian followed her with his eyes as she disappeared from sight. He knew what was coming and before he could protest, it was happening. Her tongue stroked it, tickled it; the pleasurable pain was nearly unbearable, but he did not ask her to stop. He clamped his hands over his mouth as she nibbled playfully, letting out a muffled scream. He was on the edge and he silently pleaded for Christina to send him over.
She climbed back onto the bed and mounted him again. She started a fast, hard rhythm, demanding his body to release itself. Finally, Brian whimpered as he exploded inside of her. As she rode him out, she kissed him passionately, ending the moment with a final exclamation. She slid off him, lying next to him. Brian reached over and stroked her face lovingly. She smiled at him and kissed his shoulder.
“Is this where it ends?” he asked, softly. Christina shook her head and began to kiss his neck. Brian’s body quivered. “But, what about the no commitment? What about the rules?” Christina kissed him, silencing his words.
“I’m about to break the rules.” Brian smiled and brought her face to his; he kissed her, a smile on his face. Christina grabbed the sheets and threw them over their bodies. She reached out and turned off the lamp; darkness concealed them at last.
