Becoming His

by Maria Hart

  I was immediately brought back to reality when Keith wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in close. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He said huskily as he pressed a kiss to my lips.

  Almost in a trance, I followed him down the hall. I didn’t have time to take in the sights of the bedroom because the second we made it through the door, he was on me again.

  The fiery passion made the kisses from before seem chaste. My knees grew immediately weak as I clung to his muscular shoulders. “You’re wearing too much clothes.” Keith growled as one hand toyed with the hem of my dress. “I want to see you.”

  I nodded shyly as his hands worked at the back zipper, pulling it down until the dress fell in a puddle at my feet.

  Even though I was still wearing my bra and panties, I suddenly felt exposed before Keith. I felt bare, every curve of my body was on full display.

  What if he didn’t like what he saw? What would I do then?

  Keith’s gentle handed reached up to unclasp my bra, and the straps slid down my shoulders as it fell to the floor along with my dress.

  “Beautiful.” Keith breathed, and he ran a hand down my spine and rested his hands on my hips.

  My hips were a source of insecurity for me, but all I could see was the desire burning in his eye and feel the long line of his erection wedged firmly against my thigh. All of that was because of me.

  Keith didn’t want me to cover up or change a single inch of my body, he wanted me just the way I was, and the thought was electrifying.

  Emboldened, I reached up to loosen his tie. I felt like I was more turned on now than I had ever been before in my life. The ache was maddening, I couldn’t wait any longer. “Keith, I need you. I need you now.”

  “Have some patience.” Keith chuckled and I let out a sigh of frustration.

  I’d been patient, but I was done with that now. I needed Keith inside of me, anything to ease the desperation.

  Keith walked me backwards until my knees hit the bed and I collapsed backwards. I expected him to come over top of me, to continue what we had started, but instead my breath hitched as I saw him drop down to kneel between my parted legs.

  “You’re so wet for me.” He said with what sounded like awe as he traced a finger down the front of my soaking wet panties. A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to feel embarrassed by just how much I wanted him, but in the moment I couldn’t feel anything but aroused. “I want to taste you.”

  My head fell back onto the bed as he pulled my panties down my hips, until my soaking wet mound was exposed to the cool air.

  I wasn’t left wanting long. Keith pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh and traced a finger down my folds, capturing my juices on his fingers. I couldn’t help the moan I left out as he stuck his fingers into his mouth and smirked up at me. “Tastes just as good as it looks.” He murmured.

  Oh, this man was going to be the death of me.

  Without hesitation he was on me. I couldn’t keep quiet as his skilled mouth pulled waves of pleasure from my most sensitive place.

  I was so turned on from before, I knew that I wasn’t going to last long. A familiar wave of heat rose from deep within me as I canted my hips, searching for more of that sweet, sweet, friction.

  “Keith, I’m going to come.” I gasped. If he didn’t stop now, I was going to topple right over the edge and I wanted nothing more than to come on his cock.

  Keith didn’t stop though, in fact he sped up his pace. The moment that he hummed it was all over. The vibrations sent me toppling over the edge into unbelievable pleasure. My whole body felt like it was shaking as the orgasm washed up my spine. He worked me through it, pulling the last aftershocks of pleasure out of my quaking body.

  “I wanted to come with you inside me.” I mumbled as Keith worked his way back up my now oversensitive body.

  “You still can.” Keith rumbled as he kissed at my collarbone.

  I had never had two orgasms in one night, I didn’t know that was even possible, and yet the low burn of heat that still pooled low in my belly told me otherwise.

  “I need you in me, now.” I didn’t care if I sounded like I was desperate, because I was. I needed to feel Keith deep within me if I was going to be satisfied.

  “Shh, I’ve got you.” Keith murmured soothingly as he stroked my thighs. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

  There was not a doubt in my mind that Keith would remain true to his words.

  I had never felt such bliss before in my life, yet I had a feeling that it was only going to get better from here.

  Keith pulled away and I groaned at the loss of heat, but it wasn’t long before I heard the telltale crinkle of a foil wrapper and looked over to see Keith rolling a condom onto his massive, rock-hard member.

  The entire time, he had been so concerned with my pleasure that he had neglected his own.

  He met my eyes with a smile as he walked back in-between my spread thighs. “Are you ready?” He murmured, and the huskiness of his voice sent a fresh wave of juices flooding out of me to coat my thighs.

  “Yes, please.” I breathed. I sucked in a deep breath as he pressed the tip of his member against my entrance. I need this more than anything else I could imagine.

  With one smooth push of his hips, Keith was firmly seated inside of me, and I had to take a moment to adjust to the stretch.

  Oh.

  I had known that Keith was big, but it was one thing to see it and entirely another to feel it practically splitting me in two.

  “Are you okay?” Keith said softly, obvious concern on his face.

  “Yes.” I gasped. “Just, give me a moment.”

  Keith, like the gentlemen he was, stayed perfectly still while I adjusted to his girth. Soon the stretch felt dull in comparison to the pure arousal that coursed within me.

  “I’m ready.” I murmured.

  The slow rock of Keith’s hips as he finally began to move sense a whole new wave of pleasure washing through me and I rocked back against him, chasing that sweet friction.

  I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, just rocking against each other, finding pleasure in each other’s bodies. All I knew that was I didn’t want it to end.

  The heat that had been sitting low in my stomach raged back into an inferno as I felt the pleasure begin to rise within me again.

  Before I had the chance to say anything, Keith let out a low, drawn out, moan. “I’m close.”

  His hips pressed into mine as he picked up the pace, and I reached down to touch my nub. I was close, so close to…

  “Let me.” He murmured, and I threw my head back as he pushed me away and took my pleasure into his own hands.

  It all came in a crashing crescendo from there. Keith’s touch was all I needed to be sent toppling over the edge for the second time that night, and I felt his hips stutter before seating himself fully within me as he fell over the edge with me.

  There was nothing more that I wanted to do that just stay there, warm and surrounded by Keith, but we had to move.

  “Let me run you a bath.” Keith said gently as he helped me to my feet. I barely wanted to walk, but I let myself be led to the bathroom.

  A bath sounded perfect right now, to sooth the ache in my thighs and my muscles.

  Keith washed me so gently and so reverently I felt like I could cry. No one had ever showed my body this much love before.

  It was in that moment that I felt myself completely and totally falling for him.

  I had thought that there was no way that Keith could love me, but here was proof, in his every word and every action.

  This was better than anything I could have possibly imagined.

  CHAPTER 8 - KEITH

  IT HAD BEEN hard to keep things in the office professional before, but after that first night it was like something inside of me broke.

  Ignoring the tension simmering between us had been difficult but doable. As much as I had wanted Amy, I wouldn’t have dared to lay a hand on her be
fore she had given me permission. Now that I had permission though, I was like a cat and she was my catnip. I just couldn’t keep away.

  I couldn’t help but keep sneaking kisses and reveling in the way she flushed a bright, bright red.

  As much as I had tried to hide things, for Amy’s sake, our relationship was quite obvious to the others in the office.

  At one point, Veronica pulled me aside, hands on her hips.

  “You better not hurt her.” She warned, a steely glint in her eye. Veronica may have been the receptionist, but with everything she was responsible for, she basically held the fate of the company in her palm.

  While I would consider us friends, she had also seen me in all of my playboy glory, going from one woman to another. That was over the moment that Amy walked into my life. I would never do anything to hurt her, she was mine and I was hers, end of story.

  “I promise.” I swore then and there.

  Veronica looked me up and down, and a small smile quirked at her lips. “Good.” She said simply, and excused herself from my office.

  I sighed and went back to my emails. It was hard to find a quiet point in the day to sit down and catch up on things.

  The door creaked and I didn’t look up. The only person that would ever enter unannounced was Amy. “Hey honey, I’m sorry I’m running late. You go ahead and go home, I’ll pick up dinner on my way out.”

  There was a sudden pressure on my arm and I looked up to find Kelly staring down at me, an expression on her face that she probably thought was sultry but just made her look constipated.

  “Oh, you’re going to bring me dinner. How nice.” She purred. I wanted to throw up.

  “What do you want Kelly?” I growled and leaned back in my chair, as far away from her as I could get.

  Out of all the employees under my direct command, she was by far my least favorite. Her failed modeling career had only served to make her bitter and act like the world owed her something. If she wasn’t the most successful person in our sales department, she would have been fired long ago.

  She threw out her lip and pouted. “I’ve seen you giving my looks, you’ve been messing around with that cow long enough. It’s time you take what you really want.”

  What in the world was she on? The only “looks” I had been giving her were looks of disgust. Enough was enough. I could tolerate her awfulness when it was far, far, away from me, but now not only was she getting much too close for comfort, but she had insulted Amy, the love of my life.

  She leaned in so close I could smell her terrible perfume. I was trapped. I would never lay a hand on a woman so I couldn’t push her away, but she was close, much too close.

  Out of her sight I fumbled with my phone. I could speed dial security and have her escorted out, before she caused too much of a scene.

  “Kelly.” I said firmly. “This is enough. You are…”

  Before I could even get the word fired out of my mouth, the door opened and Amy stepped through.

  I knew what this looked like, Kelly’s fake tits in my face, her body practically in my lap.

  Amy dropped the stack of papers she was holding and immediately fled from the room.

  “Amy!” I called, standing up without a care of where that sent Kelly. “Wait, this isn’t what this looks like!”

  But it was to no avail. Amy was gone.

  I rounded on Kelly. The smirk on her face only served to make my blood boil.

  “You’re fired. Effective immediately.” I said, my voice shaking in anger. “You have five minutes to leave the building. After that, security will be called.”

  Kelly’s eyes grew wide and the satisfaction that had been playing on her face quickly slid away. “You can’t do this!”

  “I can and I have. Get. Out.” I growled.

  She scurried away and I stormed out of my office. I needed to find Amy, and find her quickly.

  Veronica looked at me, disapproval plain as day on her face. I couldn’t blame her. This was my fault, I didn’t show my love enough, I let in doubts that made Amy think that I could have cheated.

  “She went back to her house.” Veronica said cooly. “Fix this.”

  I had to, I didn’t know what I would do without Amy in my life.

  CHAPTER 9 - AMY

  THE MOMENT THAT I saw Kelly leaning over Keith, her big breasts hanging in his face, her slim frame pressed way too close, my blood went cold.

  I should have listened to my gut.

  The past few months had been too good to possibly be true. Keith was surrounded by super models day in and day out. There was no way that he could want anyone like me for more than just a passing fling.

  We hadn’t specifically talked about being in a relationship, I had just assumed that that was what was happening. Why would he settle for me, an average looking personal assistant when he could have models like Kelly?

  I had been a bit of fun and nothing more, now Keith was on to the next woman.

  How could I have been so stupid?

  I held back my sobs as I rushed out the door.

  Veronica called out to me but I ignored her. I know she meant well, but I didn’t want to be in that office a moment longer than I had to. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, everything I saw reminded me of Keith. I had to get out, and get out now.

  The drive home took only minutes but it felt like hours.

  I barely made it in the door before I was fumbling with my phone. I needed advice, and there was only one person who could give it to me.

  “Amy, honey, is everything okay?” Samantha’s warm voice sounded tinny through my phone’s speaker as I slumped down onto my couch.

  “What makes you think something’s wrong?” I sniffed, trying to keep my voice steady.

  “You’re calling at one o’clock on a Wednesday.” Samantha said soothingly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  I took a deep breath. It was one thing to have witnessed Kelly fawning all over Keith, but it was entirely another to talk about it out loud. “I think Keith is cheating on me.” I whispered, the words almost impossible to force out of my mouth.

  Samantha gasped audibly. “No! That asshole! I can’t believe it.”

  I couldn’t either. From the moment we met, Keith had seemed like the perfect gentleman.

  I reiterated that thought to Samantha, and I could practically see her in my mind’s eye, nodding in agreement.

  “I walked into the office and this blonde bimbo was just fawning all over him. He pushed her away when I came in but…” My voice trailed off. It was humiliating to even think about. I had given everything to Keith. I trusted him, I loved him, and this was what happened.

  “You deserve better than that.” Samantha huffed. “I know you really wanted this job honey, but you don’t need to be around him any more. You can work at my salon until you can find another, how does that sound?”

  “Thank you.” I sniffed. Samantha really was the best friend I could ask for. I knew that her door was always open, and the same to her.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but before any words could come out there was a loud rapping on my door.

  “Amy!” The last voice I could possibly want to hear right now called out. “There’s been a misunderstanding, we need to talk.”

  “Don’t do it.” Samantha said, warning in her tone.

  “I have to.” I said softly. “I thought he was the one, I can’t just…” I let my voice trail off. I couldn’t just abandon him without so much as a second thought. There was nothing he could say that could make me take back a cheater, but if there really had been a misunderstanding…

  “Just be careful honey, okay?” Samantha said softly. “No boy is worth doing this to yourself, no matter how cute he is.”

  “I’ll be careful, I promise. Thank you Sam.”

  “Always.” Samantha said softly before she hung up the phone.

  I stared at the door for a moment before I took a deep breath and stood up. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see
Keith yet or not, but I needed closure.

  Walking slowly to the door, I looked through the peephole and, sure enough, saw Keith sanding patiently on my front step.

  He had a key, he could have waltzed right on in, but instead he waited for me.

  Something about that had a warm feeling buzzing in my belly. Maybe he hadn’t been lying, maybe there was just a misunderstanding.

  It was too soon to pass judgement and I couldn’t get my hopes up. All I could do now was hear what Keith had to say.

  I creaked the door open just enough for me to look out. Inviting Keith in right now felt like too much, like I was letting him back into my heart with open arms. No, I needed to keep him at an arms length and hear his words with space to process.

  “Amy.” Keith said, and it felt wrong to see such relief in his voice. Normally he was confident in everything he did, from his words to his stance, but now he seemed grateful that he was even able to talk to me. “I fired Kelly.”

  I froze completely. Out of all of the words that I had expected to come out of his mouth, those were not them.

  “What.” I breathed.

  “She came on to me and I fired her. She isn’t allowed back on company premises” Keith said, his confidence suddenly returning as he straightened up. “I love you Amy, you’re it for me. I would never, ever, so much as look at another women. If I had known what Kelly was going to do, she wouldn’t have even gotten close enough to speak to me.”

  I could feel my legs began to wobble. I was still reeling from feeling used, but I could hear the love and compassion in his voice and every word he spoke rung true.

  I believed him.

  The weight I had been carrying since I fled the office lifted off my shoulders as I opened the door fully to let Keith in, and found myself swept up into a bond-crushing hug. There in Keith’s arms, I felt safe and loved. I didn’t understand how I could have doubted him in the first place.

  Keith’s hand strayed a little lower, going from the small of my back to gently caress my ass. A shiver ran through my body and I could feel myself getting wet.