SMITH (The Beckett Boys, Book One)

by Olivia Chase

  Slowly, slowly, he slid my panties down, revealing my sex, shaved and glistening with excitement. I looked down, watching his intent expression as he took his time with me.

  The anticipation was building in my stomach, my lower region, and I felt my legs tremble explosively. I couldn’t take it.

  This was almost too much to bear, bordering on a kind of twisted torture. It was almost painful to be so close, to be so powerfully attracted and waiting to climax, while he teased and teased until I could hardly stand it.

  His hands gripped my bare buttocks more firmly as my panties slid down my thighs and finally fell to the floor around my ankles.

  “Now you’re mine,” he whispered, his lips almost touching my bare pussy.

  I grabbed his head, felt the bristliness of his shaven scalp as he finally began licking and kissing my mound, his lips like hot magic.

  “I’m coming, Zack—oh God. Oh fuck!” I shouted, surprised by the intensity of the orgasm that rocked me, pulsing like a bomb detonating in my center.

  My eyes rolled back and I shouted, moaning, shaking, completely losing control. He continued sucking me, his tongue sliding in at the apex of my climax, causing me to instantly come again.

  A shockwave of orgasms hit me, like dominoes tumbling one into the other.

  I swore again, felt sweat breaking out everywhere on my body, heat racing through me.

  I came again and again as he sucked my pussy with his perfect mouth and that tongue, stroking me, enticing me, fucking me perfectly as I cried out.

  When the last ripple passed through me, I opened my eyes.

  Zack rose to his feet, the hunger in his eyes completely clear now, almost frightening in his determination to take me. “Turn around, put your hands on the wall. I’m going to fuck you from behind now, get in that tight wet pussy of yours. Understand?”

  I nodded, doing as he told me, placing my palms on the wall.

  I looked over shoulder as he slid his boxers down, revealing a cock so stiff and huge that I thought at first I was seeing things.

  “Oh, shit, you’re too big,” I said.

  “I promise you can handle it,” he said. “Just relax.”

  “Fuck,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s so huge.”

  “Hold on.” He reached down and I heard him unwrapping a condom. And then I turned, caught him sliding the condom over his enormous shaft.

  Well, at least he practices safe sex.

  Something in me was just slightly disappointed. I realized that I would gladly of let this stranger fuck me without a condom, would have let him come inside me, because I was not thinking clearly.

  All I wanted was his body, his cock inside me—fucking me.

  I wanted him at all costs, without regard to my own safety or health or sanity.

  Shit, this man is bad news.

  How many woman has he fucked like this?

  And then he was sliding the head of his cock between my thighs, the tip pushing into the opening of my slit.

  His hands grabbed my hips firmly as he worked his way slowly into my opening.

  I clenched anxiously as I felt his girth.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he soothed, his hips rocking slowly forward, his monstrosity further pushing into my crevasse as he surged.

  There was pressure and some discomfort momentarily, mostly caused by my mounting panic as I sensed just how big he was compared to my entrance.

  “I don’t know…” I moaned.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard if you just trust me, baby.” His hands slid to my ass cheeks and gave a playful spank that stung but felt good, too.

  “Okay,” I said, nodding. “I’m ready.”

  “Good,” he said, and then he thrust his hips into me, banging into my backside as his entire shaft slid deeply home and into place.

  I wasn’t ready for it, and yet, suddenly I realized that he was all the way in and I was actually taking him, I was in fact capable of encompassing his enormous shaft.

  Instantly, a flood of wetness drenched us both as I gushed, and now he was easily sliding in and out of my pussy, fucking me against the wall, my hands pressing as I pushed backwards against him.

  Now there was just the sound of his hips slapping mine rhythmically, skin on skin, as his hand wandered up and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he spanked my ass with his other hand.

  “God, you are so tight on my dick,” he growled.

  “Oh, shit,” I cried out, because now it had gone from slightly scary and painful to completely hot and pleasure filled.

  He was stroking me deeper than anyone, deeper than I’d thought possible, and he was skilled too, hitting me in all the right places, knowing me better than I knew myself.

  As I got closer to coming again, he pulled me upright and his hands wrapped around my breasts, grasping them and squeezing tightly, as he fucked me.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  I was getting closer, my eyes rolling back and I was losing control yet again.

  And then I came hard, crying out like I was in pain except I wasn’t in any pain at all—to the contrary, this was the best I’d ever felt.

  Zack is fucking my pussy so good and I’m coming and oh God, oh God, just fuck me forever…you are everything to me. I need you.

  I need you.

  “Oh, fuck, I need you now baby,” I cried out to him. My hand reached back and caressed his cheek as he leaned towards me.

  The gesture was somehow more intimate than I’d realized, and I saw that he was even surprised by it.

  It was as if we’d made love many times before, and we were in love and knew every moment, every word, every gesture that the other person would make.

  Confused, I pulled back, and now he was coming too, thrusting into me, groaning, his huge cock pulsing over and over as he shot his load—and damn, I wished he’d had no condom because I wanted him coming inside me so badly.

  But I could never admit that, because this whole thing was so wrong, so crazy, so wild…nobody would ever know it happened.

  This was one night and now it was ending.

  He shuddered a few times, still inside me, still holding me, his breath hot against my ear. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “What the fuck was that?”

  “I don’t know,” I whispered back.

  Again, the strange surge of intimacy, of our voices speaking to one another in that completely vulnerable way as if we’d always known each other.

  Finally, he withdrew, stepped away from me.

  I felt empty and a little sad.

  “I’m going to use the bathroom quickly,” he said.

  “Sure,” I nodded, reaching down and grabbing my clothes.

  I felt like covering myself, like I needed to put armor on, pretend that the intimacy, the feelings of caring and need hadn’t been real, hadn’t happened.

  Because it was going to hurt to lose it all as quickly as I’d found it.

  ZACK

  I splashed cold water on my face, looked at myself in the mirror.

  “Get control of yourself, soldier. You’re weak. Weak.” I made a fist, wanting to smash the glass momentarily.

  Fuck.

  For a moment, a surge of rage went through me. I was catching feelings over some random girl I’d only just met. What the hell was wrong with me?

  I knew what I needed to do. Get dressed. Get the fuck out of Dodge.

  Forget the girl, forget her name, her face…

  Forget what it felt like when you slid into her, when she gripped you so tight that you felt like you were going to explode. Forget the way her body felt against yours, her lips, the look in her wide eyes…

  Christ.

  I shook my head and pulled on my clothes, trying not to let my mind get the best of me. I closed my eyes and stood in the bathroom, taking some deep, calming breaths.

  When you open the door, just leave and walk right out and don’t look back. Don’t make conversation, nothing.

  This is bad news, and
you need to leave before…

  Before what?

  What the hell am I so afraid of?

  She’s not the fucking Taliban, she’s not Isis, she’s just some girl.

  But right now I felt like I’d rather have been in combat facing a hundred angry terrorists, then standing in this little apartment with the girl waiting for me.

  Because if I had to look into her eyes, I was going to crack up. I was going to want to stay.

  And that was simply unacceptable.

  That would blow the entire operation.

  I opened the door and walked out into the apartment, ready to head for the door. And then I saw her, standing there with her shirt on hanging down to her thighs, and she wore nothing beneath it.

  And she was looking out the window, not staring at me, not looking to me or asking anything of me.

  “It’s so beautiful out tonight,” she said.

  The moment I heard her voice, I knew that I was going to stay. Just for the evening, and then I’d leave tomorrow morning for good.

  “It’s a full moon,” I said, as I came out.

  She turned and gave a little smile, and for a second in profile I thought she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever come across in all my life.

  “I’m going to freshen up,” she said, turning around and facing me. “Are you…are you going to—“

  “I was thinking I might crash…”

  We both spoke over one another and then stopped talking at the same moment.

  After an awkward moment, she laughed. “Do you…do you want to stay the night?”

  I felt my stomach tighten a little.

  Fuck, I was getting hard again. This was such bad news. This chick was deceptively fuckable, but worse yet—I wanted to hold her.

  “Yeah, I might stay if that’s not a problem. I’m tired as hell.”

  She shrugged but I could see she was happy, her eyes brightened. “Well, like I said, I’m going to freshen up. But feel free to turn the TV on or get into…” she turned red. “You can get in bed if you want…or…whatever you want to do.”

  She walked quickly to the bathroom.

  I laughed a little to myself. Well, at least she was as freaked out as me about this.

  Once the door closed and I was alone in the apartment, I considered leaving again. It would be easy and clean, and better for both of us—but especially her.

  I could bring nothing but trouble to her life, and she didn’t really have a clue what she was getting into.

  Exactly. Which is why you’re not going to be in her life, soldier. You’re simply spending one night with her. One night.

  No more, no less.

  In the morning you absolutely must leave, no number exchanged, no promise to see her again, nothing.

  But tonight, she’s yours.

  So it was settled then. I stripped off my clothes again, went to her bed and climbed under the comforter.

  Her room was clean and sparse, with a poster of one of those girlie movies about vampires, and a framed picture on the wall of Caeli laughing with a couple of her girl friends at what must have been her high school graduation a few years back.

  I knew it should have felt strange, lying in this girl’s bed, looking at her bookshelf, the hamper with the clothes falling out of it, the desk and bureau with her random candles and makeup and girlie lotions strewn everywhere.

  But it didn’t feel strange at all, and that’s what really scared me. It was almost like I’d been there before.

  A little while she came out of the bathroom and padded on tiptoe into the bedroom, looking sexy and uncertain.

  “Hey,” she said, smiling.

  “Climb on in,” I said. “I don’t bite.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked, those big eyes flashing at me as she continued in through the doorway and walked to the edge of the bed.

  “Get in and find out.”

  She stared at me for a moment, and I reminded myself that this was just going to be a few hours—so whatever feelings I was getting, it was just temporary.

  But I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

  She climbed into bed and then pulled the covers up.

  The only light on in the room came from the lamp on the nightstand beside her bed, and a stream of light from the nearby window. Outside, occasionally I could hear a car drive by or the wind rattling the window frame.

  She was lying on her back, covers pulled up, staring at the ceiling. “This is weird.”

  “Yeah.” I smiled, finding her confusion cute.

  “Do you do this a lot?” she asked, finally turning and meeting my gaze.

  “It’s better not to get into that right now.”

  “Why, because you’re a man whore?”

  “Because I’m not interested in hearing about how many men you’ve done this with, either.”

  “A one night stand? Just you,” she answered, and I knew she was being truthful.

  I slid closer, leaning on my elbow, reached out and caressed her hair. “Let’s just be here tonight and then tomorrow we can worry about the rest.”

  “I bet you’ve used that line before.” She raised an eyebrow.

  “Don’t worry about my lines and I won’t worry about the fact that you seem to think you know an awful lot about me already.”

  “Fine,” she said, sighing. “We’ll just pretend this is normal, I guess.”

  “Exactly.” I slid closer. “Now come here.”

  She slid into my arms much more easily than I expected, and instantly, as I encircled her, feeling her warm, soft body against my hardness, it was like she melted me.

  I smelled her hair, and I let her snuggle closer, and then I closed my eyes, and it was better than I even thought it could be.

  Shit. I’m in real trouble this time.

  Bad trouble.

  I was hard as a rock and I wanted her again. But this time it was different.

  My lips on her neck, and then her turning in to face me, so soft and vulnerable and those liquid eyes, almost begging me.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  “I need you too,” I said.

  Soon, we were shedding the few clothes either of us had on, and then I was on top of her, completely naked, the two of us, and we looked in each other’s eyes.

  She opened her legs and her pussy was wet and open, my cock was throbbing, slick, and I knew that this time there would be no condom.

  I didn’t want anything between us and neither did she.

  “Make love to me,” she said softly.

  I slid into her bare pussy, parting her slit, pushing through her folds, and damn if it wasn’t the best feeling I’d ever had in all my life. My life, which up until now hadn’t been much—but this was something else.

  This girl, her eyes, the way she looked at me…what did she want?

  Didn’t she know what I was?

  I told myself again, it’s just for tonight. Forget about tomorrow.

  Forget about what happened in Afghanistan.

  And feeling her silky smooth body, I actually could do it. I could forget the past and the future, and I slid all the way into her, went as deep as I could, and she was wetter than I could have imagined.

  Soon, I was pounding her slowly, fucking her perfectly.

  Maybe this was making love. I didn’t know.

  I’d never made love in my life—I just fucked.

  Only now, I was fucking but it felt like something else, and she was arching those thick hips into me, and staring up at me, those pouting lips so sexy—and now I was swiveling my hips faster.

  “Oh God, Zack, fuck me hard and I’m going to come on your cock,” she gasped.

  “Shit, I’m coming too.”

  “Come inside me,” she said, and then our hips crashed together and I was unloading everything I had inside her.

  It was the best release ever, and my entire body turned to steel, and I was simultaneously melting into her, giving way, and we came together.

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sp; When it was over, I stayed inside her, and our lips met and we kissed for a long time, like nothing else—no other woman I’d kissed felt this right, this good, this soft…

  I knew that I’d never forget her, even when I walked away from her in a few short hours, never to see her again.

  But for now, I would remember each and every moment with her, record it so that someday years from now I could replay it again and again.

  I tasted her, tasted her lips, breathed in the scent of her, knowing it was going to be the last time.

  CAELI

  It was difficult, if not impossible to sleep after what he’d done to me.

  The feel of his muscular body, every fiber rock hard and slick with sweat, and the orgasm that had seemed like it had split between our two souls and forged us momentarily into one…was I dreaming or had that really happened?

  But then he was holding me close, and I curled into him, feeling his arms wrap around me, and I could see the sinews of his forearm, the ink of his flag tattoo that edged from his shoulder and down onto his upper bicep.

  God, he felt amazing. He even smelled amazing.

  And those lips. I groaned happily, enjoying this feeling of being held in the night. Even as the wind whipped outside the apartment and rattled the windows of the house, I felt so totally safe and protected.

  A hurricane could tear down the walls and I was certain that Zack would hold me and keep me completely safe from harm.

  I thought about the way he’d taken care of my cousins earlier when one of them had merely insulted me, swore at me in the parking lot of the restaurant.

  Zack had taken them out without so much as breaking a sweat.

  And then he’d taken me in, fucked me, made love to me, stared into my eyes and swept me away into a sea of passion I’d never known existed.

  But now I knew, and I wanted more of it. I wanted more of him.

  It was difficult to fall asleep, even as the adrenaline rush faded and my eyes closed. I could hear his breathing finally slow, and then he was ever so lightly snoring, so faintly that it was difficult to detect.

  He was sleeping, his arms still holding me.

  I began to drift, too, and a smile touched my lips, a smile of contentment and warmth and safety that I hadn’t felt ever before in my life.

  I drifted off, and my sleep was deep and undisturbed for the first time in a long time.