Authors: Imari Jade
Down and Dirty
Copyright © November 2012, Imari Jade
Cover art by For The Muses Design © November 2012
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.
Sugar and Spice Press
North Carolina, USA
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” Amaterasu asked Takumijo as he stripped her clothes from her body. They had been out all night and had just returned to the farmhouse.
“Sure,” Takumijo said. He kissed her, trying to reassure her. “No one cares.” In fact, he didn’t care if the world knew how happy he was. He was back in Japan after a hit tour, he was sitting on top of the planet career-wise, and he was about to make love to one of the loveliest women in Osaka. He got her out of the last of her clothing and her high heels and put her on the bed while he undressed. This he did quickly, tossing them haphazardly on a chair in his room. Usually, he’d like to seduce his sexual partners, but his body already showed signs of arousal. All he wanted to do was bury deep inside the lovely woman who now stared at him like he was a piece of filet mignon. He grabbed a condom out of his wallet and ripped it out the pack en route to the bed.
Amaterasu just smiled at him like he was the best stud in the world.
His cell phone buzzed, indicating an incoming text.
“You have a message,” she told him. “It’s from someone named Terrie.”
Takumijo gulped and reminded himself to never lay his phone where she could see the display. “That’s just a friend,” he explained as he climbed on the bed. “I’ll return the call later.”
“A friend at this early hour? It might be an emergency. And isn’t it odd for a guy to spell his name Terrie?”
“Terrie is half American,” Takumijo continued to explain. “Maybe it’s short for Terrence.”
The answer seemed to appease her. He’d met Terrie a couple of months ago at a club when he’d come home for the birth of Ichiro and Shaundra’s twins. They had a brief one-night affair and had texted each other occasionally, but nothing he wanted to share with Amaterasu. They had an open relationship, and he never questioned her about her other lovers. Takumijo rolled Amaterasu over on top of him and entered her while kissing her. She gasped as he tore past her defenses. No time for foreplay; he needed her now and he couldn’t wait for niceties.
Amaterasu’s body’s quickly awakened to him. Women had such interesting bodies. Her nipples budded and hardened without him touching them and she was now slick with moisture between her legs. They started out slowly, kissing and gently rolling against each other. His cock throbbed as she sat up and began riding him hard. She reminded him of a wild wood nymph. Amaterasu had a great body and was not afraid to use it. He didn’t have to worry about trying to give her an orgasm. She knew what she needed, ignoring him completely as she found her way into a climax. She wasn’t a silent lover either. “Oh, Tak,” she screamed, moving her body up and down his pelvic area while she came.
“Cool, baby,” he said as he rolled her over and positioned her on her knees. Takumijo entered her from the rear, sinking back into the wet, quivering hole.
Amaterasu jumped a bit, apparently a little tender in the tiny area between her legs.
He did not apologize for entering her so suddenly or roughly. Amaterasu wouldn’t have it any other way. She liked her stallions dominant and forceful. She backed that lovely thing up on him and he popped her soundly on both butt cheeks. The sounds echoed through the room.
This time, he was the one to moan with pleasure as her warmth surrounded his dick like a cocoon. Takumijo placed both his hands on her hips and slid her back and forth until she joined and met his movements. A couple of times she had to steady them by placing her hand against the headboard. It banged against the wall noisily as his thrust grew more demanding.
“Ah shit,” he moaned as he got deep into his grind. Sweat poured from his body as he fought to keep from ejaculating. Amaterasu’s pussy was so good he couldn’t help but want to stay buried inside.
His cell phone buzzed again, and Takumijo ignored it. He closed his eyes and fantasized about Terrie’s big blue eyes and sexy body. “Yummy,” he mumbled as his mind took a trip out of the room and ventured back to the night they met. He conjured up Terrie’s slim build and tantalizing ass. “Ooh!” he yelped.
Nothing could be better than this
, he thought. He had a fine woman attached to his cock and a beauty in his head giving him a peepshow.
“Ah,” Amaterasu moaned. “Fuck me, daddy.”
Takumijo smirked at the saucy wench’s words. Her moans of passion snapped him out of his fantasy just in time to feel her coming again. She backed her butt up against him, demanding his entire length. Takumijo’s creed was never leave them wanting. He thrust hard and deep inside of her until he felt her quiver beneath him.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she said, not caring if the world heard her now. Her body trembled as she drenched him with her juices.
Takumijo rolled off her, turned her over on her back, and entered her again before her body stopped shaking. Her long, black hair lay plastered to her face from perspiration.
What a delightful sight,
he thought. She had her eyes closed and her lips were slightly parted. He just couldn’t resist. Takumijo lowered himself and kissed her passionately.
Amaterasu wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much passion.
Takumijo pushed his tongue inside her mouth as he moved his cock in and out of her wet pussy.
Amaterasu gasped against his lips.
Takumijo bit back a chuckle as he stopped kissing her. “Are you ready to rock?” he asked as he lifted her legs.
It was his turn now. Takumijo slid partially out of her and then sank back in quickly. A couple of thrusts later, he began humping her rhythmically until he couldn’t hold on much longer. He shut his eyes and conjured up Terrie’s image again. His back arched, his toes curled, and his balls filled with heat. “Oh shit,” he gasped as his body shuddered. “Ooh!” He came hard from deep inside. Takumijo sagged against Amaterasu.
“Damn, baby,” she said. “You were spectacular.”
Takumijo chuckled. Yeah, he was.
Satoshi’s eyelids slid back as a sound woke him out of his sleep. He listened and sighed. Ichiro and Shaundra were at it again. Reality set in quick. No, Shaundra no longer stayed with them and the guy’s voice was too deep for Ichiro.
What time is it, and who is he screwing now
Satoshi looked over at the clock. It was five in the morning but still dark out. He groaned again as he rolled from the bed. And it was a Sunday morning, which meant none of them had to get up at the crack of dawn for anything. His head pounded. Maybe he shouldn’t have stayed up most of the night drinking beer with Ichiro. The poor fuck was still seething from a broken heart. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
. He was now wide awake and hungry.
Satoshi crawled out of the bed and went into the bathroom. He peered into the mirror. Damn, he had some serious dark lines under his eyes. He pissed and then climbed into the shower. A half hour later, he exited the shower, shaved, and added makeup to hide the dark lines. He wouldn’t greet his friends looking less than perfect. Satoshi swallowed a couple of aspirin before dressing and heading out his bedroom door. He heard Takumijo go off again and smirked. Their choreographer sounded in rare form and from the sound of things, had the woman begging for more.
He never remembered Tak ever complaining about being lonely or horny. The woman uttered Takumijo’s name. Satoshi recognized her voice.
. Well, at least it was someone they knew because he hated eating breakfast across the table from a stranger. He headed down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Ichiro entered a few minutes later, dressed but looking as bad as Satoshi felt. Ichiro had some dark lines under his eyes too, but he hadn’t bothered to conceal them.
“Good morning,” he said as he began pulling food from the refrigerator. “Takumijo has no shame.”
Satoshi smirked. “What happened, princess, did he wake you from your beauty sleep?” It hadn’t been that long ago that he sat across the table from Yori and Takumijo having this same conversation about Ichiro and Shaundra’s loud lovemaking.
“Yes,” Ichiro answered angrily.
“Ah, let him have fun. And Amaterasu is one of the nicest people he’s brought home.”
“This is true,” Ichiro agreed. “Far better, but still I was enjoying my dream. Raiden and Ryoto were here with me and we were playing on the swings in the yard.”
“Where was your wife?” Satoshi asked.
Ichiro shrugged. “She wasn’t in the dream.”
“Maybe she was home with Dae-Hyun.”
Ichiro bristled and frowned at him.
Dae-Hyun was the new man in Shaundra’s life.
Neither of them had spoken of the twins’ new nanny and Shaundra’s bodyguard since Satoshi had to help Ichiro home after the powerful Korean martial artist kicked Ichiro’s ass. He smirked. Yori should have been there to see their youngest member get his payback. About a year ago, Ichiro kicked Yori’s ass in a nightclub for dancing with Shaundra. He’d always known that someone bigger and better would come along and knock some sense into Ichiro.
“What does she need a bodyguard for?” Ichiro asked as he began preparing breakfast. “We’re home now.” He reached for an apron and put it on.
They had left Shaundra behind in Osaka while their singing group toured Europe. She had been seven months pregnant at the time, and wasn’t in the best of health. Her boss, Harper, had hired Dae-Hyun to protect Shaundra and to look after the twins until everyone returned. The only problem with this was Shaundra had moved out of the farmhouse and was now renting a house close by with Dae-Hyun and the twins.
Satoshi tapped on the dishes before him with a pair of chopsticks. “Maybe she feels she needs protection from you.”
“That’s ridiculous. She’s my wife, and I love her.”
“That’s not what it looked like to him the other day. You can’t hold a grudge against the man just for doing his job.”
“Hey, whose side are you on?” Ichiro asked.
“I’m not on either of your sides. All Dae-Hyun saw was you trying to take Shaundra out of her home.”
“I know,” Ichiro said. “But I still don’t like it. Shaundra had no business staying there with some strange man in her house.”
“He doesn’t live with her,” Satoshi said. “He stays in another house on the property.”
Ichiro stopped preparing the rolled eggs. “How do you know this? You and I arrived at the same time.”
“Because Shaundra told me. Unlike you, she doesn’t hate me.”
Ichiro raised an eyebrow. “No, but she should be leery of you.” He tightened the apron and went back to preparing their meal.
Ichiro had been responsible for preparing meals for the household since they were kids. He was also responsible for the upkeep of the Aomori farmhouse, which he did without complaint. After Ichiro married Shaundra Morrison, everyone agreed to move out and let the newlyweds have the place. The first one to leave was their lead singer Yori shortly after he married his childhood sweetheart Amaya. Masaaki, their manager, was the next to leave, and finally, a couple of weeks ago, their publicist Cristal Gentry had left. Ichiro’s wife Shaundra had also moved out, leaving the three remaining members of Aomori alone in the big house.
Satoshi left Ichiro in the kitchen and went into the dining room to read the newspaper. Maybe Masaaki was right. Maybe it was time for him and Takumijo to spread their wings and move into their first bachelor’s apartment. Of course they would still have to return to the farmhouse for rehearsals whenever the group was scheduled for a tour or for a local performance. He sighed. And they always celebrated holidays together. They’d been on the road in Amsterdam for Thanksgiving. He groaned. That turned into being the worst holiday ever. Cristal still wasn’t speaking to him for the way he’d treated her when he thought she’d had sex with his brother Tae. He’d acted jealous and irrational and had foolishly manhandled her. Takumijo, acting like her knight in shining armor, had promptly kicked his ass in retaliation, which left the relationship between the two friends very strained. Maybe things would go better for him for Christmas, but Satoshi seriously doubted it. First, Aomori had to survive the upcoming christening of Ichiro and Shaundra’s twin sons Ryoto and Raiden, who had been born the first week of November while Aomori toured Europe.
Ichiro finished cooking and joined him in the dining room. He still looked a bit tired as he sat across from him after placing their plates down on the table. Ichiro had prepared a traditional Japanese breakfast. Him being a professionally trained chef meant they almost never missed a meal.