Battling Beckett

by T Christensen

  Greer pushed open her door intending to sit as still as possible before she needed to get her dress on. She didn’t want to sweat her makeup off or ruin her hair.

  As soon as she stepped through the door, she saw it. Her heart stuttered and Greer sucked in a surprised breath. The dress was laying on her bed. She blinked her eyes closed and when she opened them the forest green dress she had coveted in the boutique was there.

  Slowly, she moved forward and saw the note lying beside it. ‘You deserve your first choice. Love, Mom and David’.

  She’d had a hard time leaving that dress, which had never happened before. Excitement bubbled up and she whirled around to find Vivian and David. She met her mom in the middle of the room for an engulfing hug.

  “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

  They separated and Greer asked. “How did you know?”

  “Lexi sent me a picture of you in the dress when you were trying it on. All the text said was, ‘this is the one.’ When you came home with the black dress, I texted her and asked what happened. I shared with David what had happened and he said he would pay the difference.”

  Surprised, Greer looked over at David. “Thank you, David. You didn’t have to do that.” Then she added, cheekily, “But I’m glad you did.”

  They all laughed. Greer meant every word. The black dress would have been just fine, but her heart had been longing for the green one.

  Vivian took Greer’s hand. “Honey, you should have told me. We would have figured out a way to get it.”

  Greer looked at her mom’s hurt expression. “Mom, it’s just a dress that I will wear once. I love it, but I’d rather use my pleading with you for something more important.”

  Her mom’s mouth lifted into a smile. David spoke up. “Ladies, you both need to understand that you are now a part of my family. I spent more on Beckett’s tuxedo than the dress. That dress was worth three times what I paid to see the excitement on both of your faces.”

  Vivian walked over to David and embraced him. “Thank you, David.”

  Greer’s heart was full seeing the happiness on her Mom’s face. She echoed her mom’s words and David met her gaze across the room. And she knew she would never have to worry about her mom.

  David walked to the bed. “Now do you think we could see the dress on?”

  Happy to oblige Greer went to the bed and admired it while Vivian and David made their way back downstairs. She stripped down to just her G-string and enjoyed the slick feel of the dress sliding down her body. Slowly making a 360 turn, Greer was pleased to see it still fit her like a glove. After she slid her black, strappy, crystal-encrusted shoes on, she admired herself in the mirror. Greer snapped a couple of selfies. It might be the only dance she ever went to and she wanted to remember this feeling.

  The limo would be here in a few minutes and she knew her mom would want some pictures, so she grabbed her little purse and headed downstairs. The curved staircase helped enhance the feeling of feeling like a princess. At the bottom stood Vivian, David, and Beckett who stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, one hand in his pocket, and the other doing something with his phone. She caught her breath with the casual elegance he held himself with. It was obvious that even at age 18 he was used to wearing a tux.

  With one hand on the rail, she carefully maneuvered her way down, all with one eye on Beckett. For once, she wanted his eyes on her. For once, she measured up to all the other girls in school who wore beauty like a second skin.

  “Greer, my god, you are beautiful.”

  Greer turned her head to look at her mom but saw Beckett’s head snap up in her peripheral vision at her mom’s words. From the corner of her eye, she saw his stunned expression and her nerves all leaped with excitement. As she settled on the last step, she felt his searing gaze at the top of her head and end at the tip of her shoes peeking out from her dress.

  She couldn’t stop the huge smile that broke out across her face. “Thanks, Mom!”

  She stood gripping the railing unsure what to do. Everyone was still staring and while she enjoyed their awed expressions it was starting to be uncomfortable. Her mom was still beaming and staring. David stood with his arm around Vivian. He was looking between her and Beckett, with a suppressed grin. Beckett stood with his phone at his side and his wide eyes were still taking her in.

  David finally took pity on her. With a slight squeeze to Vivian’s shoulder, he said into the charged silence, “Don’t you want to take some pictures, Vivian?”

  “Oh, of course.” Vivian reached into her back pocket, for her phone, while directing. “Greer, you stay there, but move over so Beckett can stand by the railing.”

  Beckett strolled up to her, never taking his eyes from her. Without direction, he placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her toward him as he rested his forearm on the stair railing. As soon as his hand hit the bare skin on the small of her back, every nerve was on hyperalert. Greer took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Which was a mistake.

  He smelled like the ocean. That first faint whiff you got as approached early in the morning. A combination of crisp air, sea, and sun. Her head was swimming and she was fighting the natural instinct to lean further into Beckett, put her hand on his abs, and nestle her head under his chin. All of the overwhelming sensations congregated in her tight, pulsing core.

  Meanwhile, Vivian was happily flitting around getting different angles, telling them to look different ways, and oohing and ahhing about how handsome they looked. Greer was positive she could have stood there all night taking pictures. All the while, oblivious to how her daughter was struggling not to turn into Beckett and throw herself in his arms.

  David interrupted the photoshoot. “Vivian, honey, I think the limo is here to take them.”

  Vivian’s eyes widened. “Let’s go see!” And the pictures were forgotten as her mom headed out the door.

  David was shaking his head as he watched his fiancée leave. With a twinkle in his eye, and a grin he said. “I better go make sure she doesn’t commandeer it.”

  With slow deliberate steps, Greer stepped away from Beckett. She needed every second with her back turned to regather her equilibrium. Her body protested being away from him, but she didn’t look back as she made her way to the entry table where Vivian had laid a pashmina wrap for her to use.

  When the wrap was in place, Greer forced a smile and looked over her shoulder.

  “Are we ready?”

  Beckett strolled to the door and opened it. Greer took that as a yes and made her way to it. As she was walking through, Beckett put a stalling hand on her arm. She looked up.

  “You look breathtaking, Greer.”

  The sincerity in his gaze had her heart exploding in her chest. “Thank you.” She wheezed out.

  Her mom’s squeal broke the charging air between them. “Greer, look at this!”

  Greer turned away with a grin and headed to the shiny black, stretch Limo. Her mom’s enthusiasm was catching and suddenly Greer wanted to see what her mom was seeing. She climbed in the open door that the driver was standing behind and was met with the unmistakable new car smell.

  Her eyes took in all of the luxuries she had only read about. Two bench seats, in butter-soft leather, sat across from each other and two bucket seats sat at the rear with a pull-down console between them.

  Various buttons lined the ceiling above the passenger seats and the soft lighting ran through the interior. She brought her eyes back to Vivian who was touching everything in sight.

  “Pick up the soda Greer. It’s cold! I think the holders are actually refrigerated coolers!”

  Greer picked up a Coke and sure enough, it was cold. She grinned at her mom who said. “There have to be glasses hidden away somewhere.”

  Greer knew her mom was about to go in search of them when David leaned in with his hand extended. “Come on, Vivian. Let the kids go. I promise we will take a limo out soon, so you can finish investigating.”

  Vivian starte
d sliding toward the door. “David, we don’t need a limo, just so I can play.”

  “You are right, we don’t.”

  But Greer knew she would have one soon. Vivian stopped mid-slide and leaned across to give Greer a hug and a whispered. “Have fun, sweetie. Love you!”

  “Love you too, Mom.”

  And then her mom was gone, Beckett was sliding in across from her, and they were gliding away. Greer folded her hands in her lap to keep them from touching everything in sight. She wanted to feel the supple leather beneath her, the gleaming chrome lining the limo, and most importantly she wanted to push all of the buttons, but she didn’t want to act uncouth in front of Beckett. She could feel his eyes on her, so she started to ramble.

  “I’ve never been in a limo before. Have you?”

  “Yes.”

  Apparently, Beckett didn’t feel the need to fill the silence like she did. She took a second from eating up the interior to shoot an irritated glance his way only to find him smirking her way.

  Pointing at a panel of buttons above his head, she challenged, “What do those do?”

  He didn’t even glance up. “They control the moonroofs.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. He hadn’t even glanced up, but she was intrigued he’d used the plural form. She looked up but didn’t see any evidence there was a window on top of the limo.

  She studied the buttons from across the aisle, but she couldn’t make out any words to verify he was right.

  “You don’t believe me?” His eyebrow raised.

  “Every limo has to be different and I know you don’t ride in one every day”.

  “Care to place a wager?”

  “What do I get if I win?” The words flew out of Greer’s mouth despite her brain screaming ‘warning’!

  “What do you want?”

  “We don’t pretend we are girlfriend and boyfriend anymore.”

  He studied her for a heartbeat before nodding. “And if I win, you kiss me before we get to Lexi’s house.”

  Her heart took off like a hummingbird and her eyes fell to his lips. Seemed harmless, but her body was already heating up. “Okay,” was her whispered response.

  Beckett’s eyes flared and she knew she was in trouble. “Come here and push them.”

  She wanted to, but that would mean putting herself in closer proximity to Beckett.

  “Come on, I know you are dying to push the buttons,” he softly taunted.

  Darn it, she really did want to push the buttons. She pushed herself off the seat and instinctively put her hand in the one Beckett extended. As he drew her closer her breathing accelerated. His eyes blazed with triumph and she was so busy looking at his face she didn’t realize he was drawing her onto his lap.

  First, she froze and then she started to scramble away, only to have the hand on her hip hold her in place. “It’ll be easier to reach the buttons.” Beckett gestured with his head to the buttons above him.”

  She reached up to push a random button. Her interest in pushing buttons had faded as soon as she was on Beckett. When he wrapped his hand around her wrist and guided it to another button all she could do was stare, fascinated at how big his hands were. They easily wrapped around her wrist. Her attention was diverted when the panel she was sure couldn’t move slowly revealed the dusky sky.

  She glanced down and Beckett’s eyes were obsidian and the intensity with which they were studying her made her glance away, back up to the buttons. This time Beckett didn’t stop her when she reached up, but her hands were trembling from the force of his stare.

  Greer pushed the next button, and almost soundlessly the glass raised and the wind broke the tomb-like silence in the interior. There was one more button in the line of three. She stared at the button, knowing as soon as it was pushed, she owed Beckett a kiss. Her brain was saying, ‘don’t push it’, but her body was urging her to ‘hurry up’.

  “Push it, Greer,” was growled next to her ear.

  In slow motion, she reached up and pushed it. The next thing she knew her neck was being cradled to meet Beckett’s descending head, the emerging dusk light was blocked out, and she was consumed with the aggression of Beckett’s kiss.

  Greer’s only goal became to feel more of this aching rush of pleasure coursing through her. She felt Beckett’s hardness on her thigh and her she wanted it between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his neck she sat up and swung herself, so she was straddling him. Beckett placed his hands on her waist and immediately pulled her into his chest and she sighed out loud the moment his cock hit her throbbing core.

  She rolled her hips and raised herself up. When she came down, she immediately wanted more, but the hands at her hips prevented her from doing that.

  Her eyes cracked open and Beckett’s growly voice penetrated the fog in her brain.

  “Greer, we are almost to Lexi’s. You either need to stop or finish.”

  She understood what he was saying. They had stopped too many times and her body was demanding a finish.

  “Help me,” she whimpered.

  “Jesus fucking Christ.” His brandy eyes rimmed in yellow fire lit up and then he was all action.

  His hands were on the back of her neck pulling her zipper down, and then he dragged the top of her dress down to her waist and his hands were wrapped around her breasts and the ache dissipated.

  She couldn’t keep the relieved thankful moan in. And she swore she felt Beckett’s cock expand beneath her, so she ground down on it.

  “Greer, unzip me and take my cock out.”

  That sounded heavenly, so she lifted her knees and with trembling hands did as he demanded. Beckett’s mouth sucking her breast into his mouth distracted her, but his hand guided her back and she finished unzipping his pants and then explored his girth and length through his boxer briefs.

  Beckett’s hips raised. “Shit, Greer, you have to stop that.” He took her wrist and placed it on his shoulder. “Now, grind.”

  This time, when she lowered herself, she could feel his heat, it was heavenly.

  “I can feel your wetness, Greer. Do you know how badly I want to plunge into you right now?”

  That was exactly what she wanted too. Beckett must have read the excitement on her face by his sudden groan. “Our first time isn’t going to be in the back of a limo with limited time, Greer.”

  He grabbed her hips and guided her movements. When she had her rhythm, Beckett’s hands left her hips. One of them landed underneath her panties and the other on the small of her back. When his thumb started rubbing her clit, her hips sped up their motion. When her nipple exploded with pain, that radiated pleasure into her core she felt her body breaking apart and felt Beckett’s hips push up and she instinctively pushed down and floated the cloud of pleasure for as long as possible.

  Beckett ground his teeth together to keep from exploding all over himself and pulled Greer’s dress back up and zipped it up. He pulled her lethargic body into his and tried not to think about what had just happened. That had been the most erotic moment of his illustrious sex life.

  It was amazing what girls were willing to do when you had money and a promising football career. He’d had more girls go down on him in more places than he could count and even had threesomes. But seeing the wondrous expressions on Greer’s face every time she felt something she had obviously never felt before had been empowering. He had been the one to show her, to make her feel it. He felt ten feet tall and he knew he would have to do damage control when she recovered from her powerful orgasm. He was guessing it was the first orgasm Greer had experienced that wasn’t self-induced.

  Looking around he knew he needed to stop thinking about how tightly her pussy had squeezed his fingers before he came in his pants. It was time to bring her back to the real world. It was too bad. He enjoyed having her slight weight drooped all over him, completely fitting into him.

  Keeping the rubbing motion up and down her back he spoke softly into her ear, “Greer. You are amazing and I wish we were sp
ending the whole evening by ourselves, but we are almost to Lexi’s.”

  He kept his chuckle in when she said. “Lexi’s?”

  “I need you to lean back, take a drink, and come back to the land of the living.”

  Beckett knew the moment of awareness hit Greer. Her whole body tensed and she made to swing her leg over him, but he tightened his hands on her hips.

  “No.”

  Her gaze skirted to his and he could see the flush of orgasm being replaced with mortification.

  “No.” He demanded again. “What we just did was inevitable and I have never been so turned on in my life. You will not be ashamed.”

  She stilled and when her eyebrows drew together, he let her see how serious he was. He relaxed fractionally when she stopped trying to pull away, but the stiffness still hadn’t left her body.

  “I acted like a…”

  Beckett broke in. “Don’t finish that sentence. You acted like a woman who knew what she wanted and took it. Don’t be ashamed of that.”

  Her tight voice spoke to his chin. “But you didn’t get anything out of it.”

  He raised her chin. She needed to know how serious he was about his. “I got more out of this than any other experience I’ve had.” Her eyes widened and then narrowed into slits. He needed to try and lighten the situation. “Well, except for maybe my first time, but when you are 14 and get a blowjob from an 18-year-old, not much can top that.”

  Her mouth dropped open and he chuckled, but when he saw they were a couple of blocks away he knew he needed to wrap this up. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time with honest, pure reactions. And regardless of what you may have been told, guys won’t die if we don’t come.”

  She looked down at his full cock, the end peeping out of his boxer briefs. Her stare made it start throbbing and he lifted her off of him and covered himself up. They stopped in front of Lexi’s apartment and panic entered her face.

  He grabbed her head and once again took her chin in his other. “No one will know. Calm down. Enjoy prom.”

  He willed his statement to penetrate her brain and a heartbeat later she nodded and took a deep breath. He pulled her from the limo and forced his brain to think about their football playbook.