by M. J. Fields
He did and I pulled it over his head and he grabbed me and pulled he into a big tight hug, “We’re going to be so good together.”
He leaned back still holding me. “I’ve never done this before, don’t fuck me up.”
He kissed me again and left.
I sat on the bed and looked around for my underwear. “Screw it.” I pulled up my pants and grabbed my socks. I looked at the clock and it was three in the morning, plenty of time to sneak back in.
I was brushing my teeth when I heard him come in. He was humming, Baby it’s cold outside. Which made me smile. I leaned down to spit and then looked up and he was standing behind me.
“You can’t leave.” He picked me up and started stalking toward the bed.
He tossed me on it.
“I have to.”
We were both smiling. “You’re gonna have to stick up for yourself with him. He shouldn’t treat you like you’re a child. By the way how old are you?”
“Twenty two and you?”
“Twenty four.” He sat up.
“No way!”
“Ouch, how old did you think I was?”
“Like twenty six?”
“Nope, twenty four, twenty five in a few months.”
“Did you go to college?”
“Yep two years, to play ball.”
“Baseball?”
“Is there another kind?”
I smiled. “Why did you stop?”
“Dad died, things changed.”
I hugged him and he chuckled. “Aww, you’re a sweet little kitty aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” I stood up. “Keys?”
“In it, it’s warming for you.”
“You’re a sweet little…”
“No, not sweet, Bekah. But Momma Joe raised a gentleman. One who is very excited to be that for his girlfriend. Shit that sounds stupid, how about you be my Lady friend?”
“Lady friend sounds like an escort.” I laughed.
“No, I like it. It’s gonna stick.” He grabbed my hand and walked me to the door, “I’ll walk you out. That’s what separates you from the escorts.” He smacked my ass. “No walk of shame for my Lady friend.”
The elevator was empty and he pulled me into him. “Now let me fuck your mouth with my tongue.”
And there went gentleman right out the door, and yes—I liked it.
Little Talks
Zandor
I opened the door for her, the gentleman thing to do, and it felt fucking good. I walked to the other side and opened the glove box and grabbed my wallet.
“Here.” I handed her my I’m fucking disease free card I got after my last physical. “You’re going on the pill.”
“Did you get this out of a Cracker Jacks box, Zandor Steel?”
My name on her lips made me hard.
“Nope.” Okay, my little kitty was used to men being assholes to show they were men. That’s not what real men do. They take charge but with kindness and strength, that’s what Dad showed me. “I’m asking nicely, not forcing the issue but it would make me extremely happy and I promise to show you my gratitude in every way humanly possible.”
I licked my lips slowly and she smirked.
Yeah that was good right? RIGHT?
“I have to go, Zandor.” She smiled, cock hardened, heart did an extra beat and I liked it.
I got out and walked around the car, she rolled down the window and I leaned in to give her a kiss.
“Hey, Zandor?”
“Yeah?”
“I have a Norplant.”
I had no clue what that meant and the confusion on my face must have been evident because she leaned out and kissed my cheek and laughed.
“I’ll be back in a few hours to get you. How long do you want to sleep?”
“Ten minutes would be fine” I wasn’t joking, I wanted her back here ASAP.
“Okay, I’ll come get you for breakfast at eight?”
“Breakfast… ate? Sounds perfect, why not start now?” I started to open the door and she laughed and pulled it closed. “Drive safe, Lady friend.”
“Sleep tight Cuddle Fucker.” She laughed.
“Cuddle Fucker, not gonna stick, Kitten, and ladies don’t say fuck.”
“Aren’t we past that yet?” She threw her head back in mock exasperation.
“I hope not.” I gave her hand a kiss and one last lick of her flesh and I felt satisfied, for now.
I watched as she drove off and walked into the hotel.
I looked at the woman behind the desk and walked over.
She gushed, I smiled, and most women were easy but not my Bekah…MY Bekah.
“Could you get me some information on masseuses in the area? I want to set up a couple’s massage for late tomorrow night, or tonight.” I laughed at myself.
“I would love that. She’s a lucky girl.” She looked away and at her computer.
“I’m a lucky guy.” Holy shit, I just said that out loud…who cares.
~
I was not liking the clothes I grabbed from the damn store across the street. I looked like a local, all I was lacking was a fucking cowboy hat and boots, but they’d have to work. Yeah I’m a bit vain --I like to present well. I really hadn’t planned on waking up this morning next to Bekah in her bed and feeling that it is where I was supposed to be.
My parents’ love for one another was something I had always admired. It was explained as an instant connection, they knew they belonged together. He stole her kiss and in that moment she stole his heart. As the third child in my family I watched my brother’s hearts get shattered and I wanted no part of that. Now I see both Cyrus and Jase falling over themselves, heads up their asses in love with Tara and Carly. There isn’t a damn thing they wouldn’t do for them but they held onto who they are, it was kind of cool.
The way Tara looks at Cyrus is beautiful. She looks at him as her protector, her comforter, her lover, he is her life. He looks at her with the fierce protection that has always been part of him but softer now. He can look in the mirror without the self-loathing he felt for so many years.
Jase and Carly are a trip. Jase is possessive as hell. He’s lost a lot in his past. He lost his first love and Little Bell. He had the ‘I don’t give a fuck attitude’ mastered. He tried to make it seem like he didn’t care about anything or anyone around him, except family of course. Until one girl acted like she was unaffected by him. He loved Carly, and she felt the same for him. Their relationship was kind of like watching the Republicans and Democrats pass a law in Congress. They butted heads like crazy. She’s a well read liberal girl who fell head up her ass for a not so liberal guy.
I came home to fix their heads and was shocked to see that they were really happy. In the meantime I ran head first into a brick wall, got knocked on my ass, and now couldn’t see past Bekah George. No woman has ever made me feel the same way, not one. I wasn’t afraid like Cyrus was, or going to wait like Jase ended up doing.
Bekah was just as affected as I was, and I knew it right away. I just needed to know I could keep the damn control in the bedroom. That she was willing to learn new things. That she was willing to step out of her head and lose herself in the moment. She proved that on the dance floor back in Jersey and I’d be damned if even after the head fuck her father gave her she did it again here.
I didn’t want to wait for her to make the first move, that’s not my style. Neither was waiting and playing grab ass for a month. Fuck that, I wanted it all now!
I showered and lay in bed sniffing the sheets and pillow for her scent like a dog in heat, because I was when I was around her. The bloodline redirected itself straight to my cock when she said my name, or when she was in the room.
I still didn’t have her number. Fuck isn’t that boyfriend 101?
I called Xavier and he answered in a groggy voice, “What’s up Z?”
“I need Bekah’s number, you still with her friend…ummm…”
“Tiffany, what’s Bek’s number?”
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br /> “Just text it to me, now.”
“Now, really Z? Pushy fuck. What, did she figure out you sabotaged her car…”
“Shut the fuck up, I don’t need her friend…”
“Tiffany’s the one who figured it out.”
“You better shut her up.”
“Yeah okay Z, I’ll shove my cock down her throat.”
I heard her giggle in the background.
“Just send me the fucking number and tell Tiffany… I would appreciate if she’d not mention this to Bekah. We’ve come to an understanding.”
“By that you mean you finally fucked her? And now she won’t give you her number Z? Bro, you’ve got to ease into asking for anal.” Tiffany huffed and Xavier laughed. “Done, it’s sent. Goodnight, bro.”
I got her digits and sent her a message.
Me--Let me know when you get home safe. Tell me you didn’t have any issues. I would hate to have to show my Lady friend’s Dad what happens when anyone fucks with her…Z
Her--Home. Arrived undetected. Just fell asleep. You should let me catch a few winks, I would hate to show my Cuddle fucker what it’s like for me to go two nights with little sleep…B
Me--Hotel key in the console, feel free to let yourself in, like soon…Z
Her--Will do…B
I laid face down into the pillow she had her head buried in while her ass was up in the air. Fuck that was nice.
~
I woke up to blood rushing down, warmth, and wet licks under the covers. I looked down and saw blonde hair splashed across my belly. This is love, or something close to it.
I tried as long as I could to stay still but there was no way in hell. “Good morning, Kitten.”
“Mmm.” She turned her head and winked with her mouth full of my cock.
She licked down my shaft, back up, and then took me all in her mouth. I felt my cock rub her tonsils. “Damn. Fuck. Aww fuck.”
Her head started bobbing like Hell Yeah! Faster and harder as she stroked me. I reached down the back of her mother-fucking yoga pants, I fucking loved her in yoga pants. I shoved my finger right down her ass crack and pulled her thong to the side with my thumb and rubbed her wet little lips.
I pulled my hand back up and yanked her pants down and she lifted her knees up as I pulled them down farther.
“Step out, Kitten.”
She planted her feet and stood, mouth still full of cock, ass in the air. She stepped out and I sat up and grabbed her by her hips and swung her around so her sweet, drenched pussy was in my face. I lay down and brought her down on my face and I started licking her hard. No teasing or easing into this right now.
“Fuck my face, Kitten.” I sucked on her clit and she circled her hips as she licked my throbbing head.
It didn’t take long for her to go off and I followed.
She swallowed like a champ, even moaned and sucked harder while I shot off three times.
She tried to move away but I didn’t let her. “Stay for a minute, Kitten. You have a beautiful pussy. Your ass is so fucking fine.”
I squeezed it hard and she looked back at me and raised an eyebrow and looked like Jezebel--full of sin.
She lifted my cock and sucked one of my balls completely into her mouth.
“Christ!”
She sat up and swung her legs around so she was sitting on my stomach. “We gotta go.”
“Really?”
She hopped of the bed and grabbed her pants and pulled them on shaking her hips as she pulled them over her ass. “Yeah, really.”
I stood up still in disbelief.
“You sure you’re done with me?”
“For now.” She looked up and smiled. “What?”
“I want to wake up like that every day.” I was dead-fucking serious and she laughed and tossed me my bag.
“This was at the house. I assumed you needed clothes.” I didn’t say a word, I was pretty sure I was still in shock.
“You just woke me up with a blow job and swallowed my cum? That wasn’t a dream right?”
“Let’s go, the Colonel is waiting.”
I was still standing there and she laughed.
“I told you I was a slut.”
“My slut.” Yeah that shocked me too. “I mean…”
“Your slut, I get it. Let’s go.” She opened the door and I threw on my clothes and followed.
The elevator was full and I was annoyed. I pulled her back against my chest and rested my chin on her head. “You smell amazing.”
“You smell like me,” she whispered.
“Perfect.” I rubbed my two day stubble against her cheek.
She laughed and leaned back.
I opened the door to the SUV and jogged over to my side and hopped in.
“Good morning, Lady.” I gave the dash a rub.
“You’ve named this one as well?”
“Of course.”
“Can’t call her baby?”
“Of course not that’s the Cougar’s name.”
She smirked and I looked at her. “What?”
“Nothing at all.” She snickered and looked out the window.
“Aww, Kitten has jokes she won’t share with us.”
“What year is the Cougar?”
The way she said Cougar was a little sarcastic. “Sixty eight.”
She laughed and covered her mouth.
“I looked for a sixty-nine Kitten, but it just wasn’t meant to be until this morning.” I reached over and grabbed her hand.
“So you ready to get rid of the Cougar now?”
“The car, no way, the one’s you’re talking about, long gone Kitten.” I kissed her hand. “Just so you know, my dirty mind will always be able to keep up.”
“Took you long enough.”
“I’m done playing with married women, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
She was real quiet while we pulled through security and the douche at the gate looked at her in a knowing way. A way that made me want to fucking introduce my fist to his face.
I looked over and she was sulking and fidgeting.
“You’re staying with me tonight…”
“I told him I’d stay another night.”
“Well you can’t feel like this, Bekah. Christ, you look like a beat dog.”
“Don’t, just don’t okay. I told him I’d stay.”
“Bekah, whatever you need to do is fine. I just don’t like to see you like this.”
“Like what?” She shook her head and looked down at her hands.
“A shell, Bekah, a nervous as fuck shell of who you are.”
“Maybe you should just drop me off. I don’t want you to have to…”
“No.”
I pulled in the driveway and threw it in park. I was agitated, she was a ball of nerves, and I certainly wasn’t helping.
I turned and faced her. “Look I just met the man and he is obviously gotten under my skin, too. I will be on my best behavior, for you I won’t say shit all right? I’m here for you regardless.”
I took her face, kissed her, and rubbed my nose across hers. In my hands she felt relaxed.
She held her hands over mine and closed her eyes. “He doesn’t have anyone else.”
“Well you do.” I kissed her again. “I promise to behave.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
We walked into the house and the Colonel was sitting at the table with another guy.
Bekah stumbled a little when she looked up from taking off her boots. “You okay?”
“I changed my mind. I think you should leave.” She had a look in her eye of pure terror.
“You coming with?”
“No, you just…”
“Hey there, Rebekah.” The buzz cut was walking toward us and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath and dropped my hand as she turned.
“Hi, Dex.”
He grabbed her with the one arm that wasn’t in a sling and spun her around and then the motherfucker kissed her on the lips.
“I’m home, pretty girl, did you miss me?”
I looked over at the Colonel and he was smiling, the fucker was enjoying this.
I was not.
“Who’s your friend, Rebekah?”
“Zandor Steel, this is Bryant Dexter, Bryant this is Zandor my…”
“Yeah your Dad told me your boss had to bring you down ‘cause the old bitch was broke down. Thanks for getting her here safely and in time to see her guy.” He stuck his hand out and I looked at Bekah.
She looked away quickly. “Dad, can we chat a minute?”
“Whatever needs to be said can be done so in front of your fiancé and friend, Rebekah. I think it’s only fair he knows the truth. I would have liked to have heard it from you but well, I know this is who you are.”
Buzz cut stepped back and waved his hand toward the table. “Yes, we have a lot to discuss.”
“Zandor, you should…”
“I’m good, Rebekah.” Fucking blindsided, but good.
I walked in and sat across from her father. “Morning, sir.”
The fucker didn’t even acknowledge me. “Breakfast casserole is done, Rebekah. I turned off the oven when the timer went off. How about you two kids go grab it. Zandor and I will wait.”
I felt my blood boiling when she walked out with the casserole and he followed staring directly at her ass.
I stood and pulled out the chair next to mine for her, and she sat down. I tried to get her to look at me but she completely avoided eye contact.
“It’s good to have our boy home in one piece isn’t it, Rebekah?”
“Yes.” She smiled and waited for the casserole to be passed. I took a serving spoon full for myself and then one for her. I passed it across the table to her father instead of to the buzz cut.
“I was lucky it was just training and not in one of the country’s missions. I made it back for you.”
Bekah sat back and looked at her father and then at him and took a deep breath. “You aren’t back for me. We broke up months ago. Unless you cracked your mother …”
“Rebekah!”
“Dad, this is ridiculous. He and I have been done for six months…”
“Yet you were in my bed three months ago.” Dex took a bite and smiled.
“Oh, my God.” she covered her face.
