I never answered. I couldn’t. I knew I wouldn’t quit if I did. I knew I couldn’t be near him without wanting him. I had to stay away. He’d eventually move on, or maybe he really would stop at number three. Whatever. I didn’t care. Maybe this Paul guy would be a keeper. One can hope.
Justine came over to console me, but she spent more time boasting about my house. It wasn’t fair. She wanted a Becker to come remodel her house, fix the leak in her sink, and re-tile her bathroom floor. The cheap linoleum she’d just paid sixty bucks for was already faded and peeling back in the corners. She wanted a new, modern bedroom set, a flat screen television, a big, fluffy couch, and the food. Oh my god, the food. I’m not sure why Becker did that. He was well aware of how I ate. I wasn’t going to waste it though. I was going to watch a cooking show and learn how to prepare some of the food he stocked my house with.
“I don’t get it. You don’t even know this guy. He’s a freak. Right, Cass? He’s a freak.” She rambled on and on, pointing out things I’d already observed.
“Yeah, I don’t get it, either.”
“Who does this? I mean you haven’t even had sex with the guy and he does this? I’m pissed. Why didn’t I meet him online first? Why do you always get lucky?”
“When have I ever gotten lucky?” I asked, reminding her of my pathetic life.
She smiled in realization. “Good point. You deserve it. All of it, but what about Becker?”
“What about him?”
“You don’t think you deserve him?”
“Justine, how can you be okay with this? The guy stockpiles women.”
“Nah, I think that’s just your way of shutting him out. You’re afraid to be happy with him. Society and your dad wouldn’t understand. Right, Cass? Isn’t that what this is all about? You being afraid of trying something new?”
“No, Justine. It’s not. I mean, sort of, but not really. I can’t watch him with them. You should have seen how bad I was shaking when he was showing Alana all the love and support. I wanted to rip her hair out and I really like her. I have to stay away from him.”
“Let’s go sit on your new porch furniture and get on Picked.”
“No. I can’t go on there anymore. He’ll find me as soon as I log in. I think I’m just going to soak in the tub for a while. If you don’t mind.”
“Just tell me you want me to leave you alone now. I can take the hint,” Justine teased. She kissed me on the cheek and moved my hair to my back. Resting her hands on my shoulders with a hand full of hair, she reassured me, or tried anyway. “Stop thinking about him. Find a comedy and watch a movie. Order a pizza or something.”
“Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.”
Chapter 14
I was right. By the third day, Becker had given up. I hadn’t heard one word from him. I continued with my boring training with Matt, fell right back into old habits at home, bought a scrapbooking kit from the Home Shopping Network that’d I’d never use, and either burnt or scorched everything I tried to cook. Reverting back to frozen pizzas and fish sticks was safer.
By Friday, I was over the whole double dating thing. I was fine. I didn’t want to go anymore. I didn’t want to meet Paul. He was making me miss the new episode of Shark Tank. Justine wasn’t letting me out of it and I reluctantly went. Thank god we decided to skip the movie. I wouldn’t be seeing Paul again, not in this lifetime. He made this nasty throat and nose noise the entire time we were at dinner like he was getting ready to spit a loogie. I had to buy my own dinner and he walked in front of me.
I was ready to kill Justine when she left with her dude and made me ride home alone with loogie boy. Guys were just stupid nowadays, or at least that one was.
“Can I come in?” he asked, leaning over the seat to kiss me.
I backed up. No fucking way.
“Um, no. I don’t think so. Thanks for the night, though.”
“Come on, it’s early.”
I opened the door and bent to look at him. “Let’s be honest here, Paul. There is nothing physical going on between us. We’re never going to see each other again, and you’d be stupid to think any different.”
“Oh, I don’t think that. I don’t even like you that much. We can still fuck.”
I slammed the door.
Walking up to my dark porch, I wished I would have left the light on. I never thought about that when I left.
“I thought you liked doing that?” I heard him from the corner of the porch.
I smiled. I freaking smiled. What the hell?
“Doing what?” I asked, leaning against the banister in front of him.
“Fucking?”
“You heard that?”
“Yup. I was just scoping out the distance from here to the ground. Thought maybe I was going to have to bail.”
“He didn’t have a chance in hell.”
“You won’t talk to me,” Becker said, standing.
I took a deep breath and looked up at him. I felt something with Becker that I’d never felt before. It’s not the cliché, we have so much chemistry crap. Well, maybe it is, I don’t know. All I know is I wanted Becker. I wanted Becker more than I’d ever wanted anything.
“I can’t,” I softly spoke.
“You can, Cass. Try it. Please.”
“And then what?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know what you’re even asking of me. What? You want me to move in and live on the other side of the house with the girls? You want me to wait for the text message, giving me permission to come to your bed? You want me to be number four, and do what, Beck?”
“I don’t want you to do any of those things. I’m asking to see you, to date you, to get to know you. That’s it. You’re the one reading more into it than it has to be.”
“Becker. You have three wives. That’s not normal.”
“Oh, so how you live is normal. Okay, I get it now. I knew I had this wrong,” Becker said, backing away. I could hear the edge in his tone.
“Don’t be a smart-ass.”
“I should have listened to my father, done everything the way he wanted me to do them and been miserable, you know, like you. I should work at a job that I hate, buy useless crap that I’m never going to use, live in a house full of destruction. Yes. Why the hell didn’t I think of that? Your normal is much better than mine.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Am I, Cass? What are you afraid of? Am I close? Is that it, Cass? You’re afraid of not being socially accepted?”
“No, Becker. I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid of falling for you and you’re never going to be mine.”
“I can, Cass. Why do you think that?”
“You don’t get it. You can’t see it the way I do.”
“No. I don’t. I decided a long time ago not to see things the way other people do. You have a gut, you know when it’s right.”
“You okay?” I heard Mr. Streeter call from across the street.
“Yes. Fine. Thank you,” I called back. That was odd. I tried to talk to that man every time I saw him. He wouldn’t give me the time of day, and now he was suddenly concerned about my wellbeing?
“Can we go in?”
I should never have let him in my house. I should have sent him packing from the porch. No sooner did I have the door closed did Becker have me pinned to it.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Let me love you,” he whispered to my lips.
Son of a bitch… I leaned into him, feeling light, distorted, and dazed. That’s the feelings I’m talking about, the cliché ones that normally cause me to roll my eyes. My lips were on his on their own accord. They parted on their own, too. Moaning, I let him explore my mouth with his. I was in love with Becker Cole. I couldn’t be in love with Becker Cole.
I tried to stop him, I really did. Well, maybe tried isn’t the right word. I wasn’t stopping anything. As soon as I felt his warm hands on my ribs, I was hopeless. Holy shit. Becker was hot. Everything about him was ho
t. Moving his knee between my legs, he applied just enough pressure to my suddenly revived clitoris. I noted the feelings I hadn’t felt in a long time, okay, maybe never.
I dropped my head, giving Becker full access to my throat and chest. He leaped at the invitation and planted his lips to the nape of my neck. His thumb brushed my nipple and I moaned again. I, backward-around-all-men Cass, was the one to lead him toward my bedroom. Falling to the bed on my elbows, I slid out of my jeans. Becker stood above me. Damn it. He was supposed to come with me. My personality wouldn’t let me be on display, so venerable. What panties did I have on? Jesus. Why didn’t I think this through?
“I didn’t come here to do this, Cass,” Becker said looking down at my black and pink sexy bikinis. Thank god. I forgot I decided to wear something sexy just in case I liked Paul.
“What’d you come here for?” I asked, sliding out of them. Holy fuck. My vagina was taking over my mind. I didn’t even recognize the sexy, raspy tone, coming from my lips.
Becker gave me a once over and moved toward me. He towered above me and slid my shirt over my head. I unclasped my bra and again, he accepted the invitation, only this time he pulled my puckered nipple between his teeth and sucked. I moved my hips, trying to invite him to touch me in other places. He looked down at my throbbing sex but didn’t touch me there. Please don’t let him be one of those, we have to be married first, polygamist.
“You don’t have any hair,” he said, moving my leg out a little more for a better look.
Shit. Now I was really exposed. Nope. That wasn’t exposed. This was. Oh, hell. Becker pulled both my legs up and pressed out on my knees. I was trying to respond, but no words would form in my mouth. I only shook my head in agreement.
“Why?” he asked.
“My friend Justine and I did it,” I managed. We did. It was one of those expensive things I felt the need to spend money on. Took me almost a year to pay it off.
“I love it,” he said, running the back of his finger up my smooth lip, around the top, so close to my clitoris, and then back down the other side. He stopped there and opened me more with his fingers. I wondered what I looked like. Could he see how wet I was? Could he see the pulsating going on in my swollen nub? I thought I was going to come before he touched me. My hips writhed, begging for it.
Seeing the erection laying constrained to the left side, I reached for the button on his jeans. Becker stopped me, holding my hands to my waist, he looked down at me with a smile. I was ready to explode. What the hell was he trying to do? He had me where he could do whatever he wanted and he wanted to play games. I pulled myself back, away from him and up to the head of the bed, keeping my legs open.
Becker looked to my eyes and back to my wet, throbbing sex. “Taste me, Beck.”
WHAT! WHAT? Where the hell did that come from? I’m not sure who’s eyes were wider, mine or his. The next few seconds were more like minutes. The hesitation, the silence, and the sudden reality of what was about to happen left us both a little stunned, I think.
Becker slowly dropped to his stomach and I stopped breathing. I’m not sure what I was expecting. Nothing. I hadn’t planned on saying that. The feeling of Becker’s tongue, gliding between my slit, lifted me off the bed. It felt that amazing. I didn’t moan, I squealed.
“Ahh, shit, Beck.”
“Hmmm, you taste amazing.”
I squealed another high pitched tone when Becker sucked on my clitoris, flicking me with his tongue. Clenching his hair in one hand and the covers in the other, I felt the building. I knew it wasn’t going to last long. Arching my back, the wave started, first in my stomach and then deep inside my core. I was so out of control, I couldn’t have made a logical decision had my life depended on it.
NO! DON’T STOP!
Becker pulled up to his knees, kicked off his shoes and spread me as far as my body would allow me to be spread. Pressing just above my pubic bone with one hand, he entered me with two fingers, sliding them slowly inside me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped, applying a little more pressure. Becker worked me over with two fingers—quick, hard, and forceful. I thought I was falling before. This was insane. “Yes, let go, Cass. Hmmm, baby. Yes, come to me,” he chanted, moving his eyes from mine to my coming sex.
I’m not sure what I felt, but I went from wet to drenched in two point seven seconds. I could hear the wetness Becker rubbed into my slit, sliding his fingers through my slippery folds. Jesus. That was intense.
I moaned again, lifting Becker’s shirt over his head when I tasted my juices on his mouth. He didn’t stop me when I released his massive erection to my hand. This could go either way. Becker was big. I don’t mean like all girls lie and say their men are big. I mean like, oh my god, this is going to hurt, big.
I was expecting him to slide it in me, finish the job, but he didn’t. He rubbed his head through my wet slit a few times and then rolled to his back. Becker didn’t ask or tell me what to do the way I did. He pulled my hair, creating a makeshift ponytail with his hand and moved my head to his cock. I licked the slit and circled his head with my tongue before I moved my lips over his head. I wasn’t taking much of him. That fact was for sure. I felt the throb begin again, thinking about him filling me with his blessed package.
I coated my hand with saliva, needing the stimulating help. Cupping his balls in my hand, I squeezed lightly, taking as much of him as I could.
“Go deeper, baby,” Becker whispered, pushing my head. This was a side of Becker I didn’t see coming. He was so laid back and conservative, I pictured him as he said, a making love kind of guy. We weren’t making love. We were fucking. He was rather forceful, pushing my head while he shoved his dick to the back of my throat. As soon as I’d gag, he’d back off, repeating it over and over. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck my dick. Take it all, Cass.”
Becker was my first ever dirty talker. I freaking loved it. My throbbing clit was doing backflips, wanting more. “Rub your pussy while you suck my dick.”
No problem. Hearing Becker say the word pussy was erotic, sensual, animal-like. Not like when Matt said it at all. I obliged, I didn’t mind at all. My clitoris was writhing toward anything that might come in contact with it anyway. I rubbed my nub, letting Becker shove himself in and out of my mouth until he directed me to roll to my stomach. I did as I was told while he stripped his jeans. Jesus. He was so big.
“Get on your knees,” he requested, standing over me. He moved my hips, positioning my ass toward him. I didn’t really like that position. I mean, my ass hole was sticking out in plain sight. I didn’t like being that exposed, or maybe I did. Becker licked me again, moving his tongue from my throbbing nub to the pucker in my ass. My body moved forward as I moaned and he did it again. I could go into great detail on what this man could do with his tongue. I could write an essay on it. I was falling—again.
Once I dropped to the bed, panting and trying to catch my breath from another orgasmic explosion, Becker flipped me over.
“Beck, condom,” I said, trying to stop him when I watched him circle my wetness onto the tip of his cock.
“I didn’t bring one. I told you. I didn’t come here for this. Can you get pregnant?”
“No, but you sleep with three different girls. I can’t have unprotected sex with you.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Bastard. How was I supposed to say no now? He was so close. Looking up to him, and back to his hand stroking his cock up and down my slit, Becker teased my entrance with his head.
“No,” I whispered. My dad would be so proud. I held my breath when I felt Becker slide in his head, inching himself in me slowly. He filled every possible space and then some, I could feel myself stretching as he moved in. I didn’t think he was going to fit, not all of him. We both watched as he moved in, more and more, until he was balls deep.
“You feel just like I thought you would,” he whispered, looking down and sliding out.
“You kind of feel like you hurt
a little.”
“Am I hurting you?” he asked with alarm, stopping all movement.
“Yes, but it’s the best kind of hurt I’ve ever felt. Keep going.”
Becker smiled and slid me closer to the edge of the bed. I didn’t think things could get more intense. They could. Becker wrapped my legs around his waist and slid his hands up my naked body. Stopping on my erect nipples, he pinched them—hard—and twisting them between his fingers with a look of pure lust. His eyes moved to his penetrating cock, moving in and out of me, to his fingers, aggressively assaulting my nipples, to my own lustful expression.
What the hell? Was I into pain now, too? The sensations that caused the pain in my nipples shot surges of ecstasy straight to my sex.
“You like that?”
That was a dumb question. I don’t know why guys asked that. I’m sure they just like to hear us say yes.
“Mmm hmm.”
Becker had me so sexually frustrated I didn’t know where the hell I was. He flipped me in more positions than I knew existed. Nope. We weren’t making love. We were fucking. Downright lustful, dirty fucking.
We ended our session with him towering over me again, watching himself slide in and out of me. All of him. “Where do you want it, Cass?” I knew what he was asking. I just didn’t want him to ask it. Just do it.
“Put it wherever you want.”
Whoa. Maybe not there. Becker waited until he had me calling out for the third time and pulled me to my knees. Shit. I wanted to turn my head. I didn’t mean there.
“Open your mouth, Cassie,” Becker ordered, pumping himself hard in one fist. He grabbed my hair, right at the nape of my neck, and shoved his head in.
I had felt the warmth before I tasted it. I really didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I wanted to go spit. He didn’t let me. He did to me what I did to Snowball when I gave him medicine for fleas in a syringe. He shot three warm bouts to the middle of my tongue and then slid it to the back of my throat. I swallowed. It was the only thing I could do, Becker made sure of it.
I didn’t know how to feel. We just fucked like a couple that had been together for years. Not the first-time kind of sex. It was crazy, over the top sex. Great. Why couldn’t he have been horrible in bed? Everything was being stacked against me. His looks, his amazing body, his addicting personality, his ginormous penis, and even his other three wives. I liked them, too. Becker didn’t allow anything to be awkward between us. He pulled on his gray boxer briefs and I slid into a long tee. I was going to slide a pair of panties on, but Becker wouldn’t let me. He jerked them from my hand, smacked my bare ass, and tossed them playfully to the floor.
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