by Darcy Kent
“Is everything alright?” she asks.
“Everything is perfect. Well, kind of. I finally lost it.” I smile, wide.
Her eyes grow huge, and she comes closer to me, stepping over all the books and magazines in the middle of the floor. Most likely left there from her late-night studying. “It it?”
“Yes. Beckett and I had sex.” My grin is too big my own face can barely contain it.
She covers her mouth, her towel slipping a little and she adjusts it higher. “Are you freaking kidding me? Oh, wow. How was it?”
“Insane,” I say, kicking off the door and moving further into the apartment, tossing my purse on the purple couch we got at a thrift store.
Vera glances down at her towel. “Come to my room and tell me. I need to get dressed.”
I follow her, recounting my whole night with Beckett Prince. The way he held me close. His tender touch. His naughty words. Everything, I leave nothing out.
She hangs on my every word, and I can’t believe it’s all real either. She smiles as I tell her how I feel about him. It makes my chest heavy thinking about it. But, I’m an adult now. I need to act like one. Sleeping with my boss is something I should have never done, and I have to accept the consequences. I just hope I don’t lose this job.
I love Micah. I love working for Beckett. And I need the money. School and rent are expensive. I can not afford to be without a job right now. My resolve strengthens when I decide I will act like an adult and behave accordingly. Make sure to not mess up again. And, for God’s sake turn off my feelings for the gorgeous man with the dark hair and dark eyes that keep me company at night.
Vera leaves for school, and after a long, hot shower, I get ready to head off to class. I throw on my jeans and a little white babydoll tee, tossing my hair into a ponytail and I head off out the door.
Right when I step on campus, my phone chimes. Five words in a text from Beckett stare back at me:
I need to see you.
I fire off a rapid message about being busy with school and send it off, worried I may be overreacting. I will have to eventually see him again if I plan to keep my job.
Halfway through my first class, my mind is a mess of broken thoughts about Beckett. I send another text:
When?
Within a few minutes, he answers.
My place tonight.
My chest heats up, and a smile travels all over. As much as I want to push him away and pretend I don’t care, I can’t. It’s obvious. But, then, I worry. Is he firing me?
The rest of my day is spent in misery with looming thoughts of being fired and tossed aside. Not having money for bills, and possibly having to call my parents and beg for some money until I can get a new job.
The latter upsets me most. My parents never had much faith in me, and never thought I’d make it this far in school. They swore I’d come running home after my first semester.
Don’t get me wrong, they love me. I’m sure somewhere they want to see me succeed, but they feel I need to lean on them every step of the way. Moving out on my own was a big deal to them, they didn’t like it.
I guess they just want me to stay their little girl forever.
Chapter Two
Sanding on the doorstep of Beckett’s condo, my nerves heighten. I chew on the tip of my thumb nail as I press the doorbell.
It isn’t late enough where Micah should be sleeping, so I’m not afraid the loud bell will wake him.
Sure enough, Micah answers the door all happy and innocent. I bend over and wrap my arms around him, hugging him as hard as I can. “Hey you,” I say with a smile on my face.
Beckett comes up behind him, and my breath catches. He’s so good looking. Sexy walk, complete with a swagger I find appealing. I glance up into his heated eyes. The same eyes that pierced through me as he sank himself deep inside me taking my virginity. He stalls a moment, unsure of what to say until he breathes a sexy, “Hey.”
“Hi,” I say back as Micah grabs my hand, pulling me further inside the condo.
“Micah, only for a little bit and then it’s bedtime,” Beckett calls after us.
“Play. Play.” Micah takes me to the center of the living room and plops down on the floor, with his toy trucks by his side.
Beckett sits on the couch, a file of papers in his hand with his black-rimmed glasses perched on his perfect nose. He reads a bit while Micah and I play and it’s nice. It almost feels domesticated in a sense. But, I don’t let the fairytale run away with me just yet. I remind myself who I am. The babysitter. That’s it.
After half an hour, Beckett announces it’s time for Micah to go to bed, and butterflies race inside me. I move to the couch as he tucks Micah in, waiting for whatever he has planned. I hope he doesn’t fire me.
What if this is what that was? One last goodbye to Micah, playing with him one last time before I get canned.
I will myself to stay positive. I fidget with the hem of my blue dress as I wait for him to return.
“How about that coffee?” he asks in a sexy deep voice that startles me.
“Oh, ok.” I get up from the couch and follow him into the kitchen. The same kitchen where last night he dined on me like I was his favorite meal. I gaze at the counter where I perched myself last night while he sucked me into his soft lips.
“Yeah, about last night,” he starts as he grabs two mugs from the cabinet.
I cut in, “It was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
He grabs my hands, leaning me back against the counter as he steps closer to me. “Don’t say that, Tessa. I don’t think it was a mistake at all.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Well, what was it?”
“It was amazing. Losing your virginity, giving yourself to another person. It was beautiful.”
“But?” I feel a but coming on.
He smiles. “But, it can’t happen again. I like you. Micah adores you. I can’t lose you as my babysitter.”
“I agree.”
He gazes upon me for a while as I heat under his scrutiny. So badly I want him to take me like last night, but I square my shoulders and turn to the fridge to retrieve the creamer. I fish it out, placing it along the granite of the countertop. His large frame towers over me from behind and it takes all my willpower to focus on the task at hand. He slides the mugs in front of me, and I pour a bit of creamer into each cup as he follows behind with the coffee. “Sugar,” he whispers close to my ear.
For a moment I wish he was calling me ‘sugar’ but I remain vigilant in the task at hand. “Yes, please.”
I’m being too formal but I can’t help it. He pinches a dash of sugar into a mug and pushes it closer to me. Grabbing a spoon, I stir the coffee and bring it to my lips.
His hard body is still pressed up behind me, and I push my ass against him. He growls close to my ear, sending shivers cascading throughout my body. I set my cup down.
“I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste,” he whispers.
I push my body against his once more. Tingles erupt all over my skin, and my panties grow wet. “I want to taste you,” I say.
“Oh fuck.” He grabs my hair in his fist, leaning my head to the side to gain better access to my neck where he plants his lips, nibbling and sucking my tender skin.
I moan as his teeth leave marks, and my hands reach behind me to press along the zipper of his trousers. He spins me around. His eyes meet mine, and then his lips meet my hungry mouth. Once again I’m kissing him, and everything feels right in the world. I want Beckett more than I really understand. All I know is I don’t want this to stop. And my the way he grips me tight, pressing his firmness against me, I don’t think he does either. I hope he doesn’t.
His lips leave mine, and a smile emerges across his face. “I want you to taste me, little girl. Think you can handle that?”
“Yes,” I respond.
“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?”
I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. “I want to suck your coc
k, Beckett.”
His eyes close, his head falling back slightly. His hands reach down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Freeing his oversized dick, he pumps it gently in his hand.
I watch it grow before my eyes, gazing at the drop of precum glistening on the tip.
“On your knees, baby,” he demands. His voice is deep, feral with masculinity.
I do as he says, lowering myself to the tile floor. I peek up to him, his eyes fixed on me. His mouth hangs open, and he sticks out his tongue, coating his bottom lip. He’s sexy and I want to memorize my time with him.
I don’t want it to end. But, I don’t focus on any of that now. I keep my mind on what’s right in front of me. His engorged dick, and I stick my tongue out and take a swipe, licking up the precum on the tip.
The minute my hot mouth makes contact with his heated skin, he grumbles and groans. So loud. It urges me on as I make out with his cock.
His fingers twist in my hair, pulling and tugging my scalp.
I wrap a hand around the shaft, pumping it slowly like he had done. I match the rhythm with my mouth and take him as far down my throat as I can. I continue sucking him, as deep as I can. One of his hands rests on the countertop ledge as his hips buck, fucking my mouth. He takes control, and I open my lips wider. He thrusts deep down my throat, and tears sting my vision.
I love the feel of his skin inside my mouth. The taste of him. He holds my head close, as he continues pushing his cock further inside my awaiting mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck yeah, suck my cock, little girl. Keep sucking. That’s right.” His voice is raw and gritty.
I place one of my hands on his ass, digging my nails into his flesh as it eggs him on. He pumps inside my mouth harder, and I lean my head back a bit. My mouth is wrapped around him.
“Take my cock deep down your throat. I love fucking your hot little mouth,” he grunts.
I’m so turned on. My pussy vibrates with need and want for him. I need relief.
“I’m gonna come. Swallow my come, little girl. Fuck.”
Hot liquid shoots down my throat and I swallow as quickly as I can, milking his dick with the last of his release. I suck and suck until he’s dry and opens his eyes.
He pulls his cock from my mouth, and I wipe my bottom lip. I rise up to my feet, and he startles me with a kiss.
I rub my warm center up against him, urging him to touch me. God, I need his hands on me. My nipples are hard with excitement, and I ache for him.
He reads my body well, and a smile emerges. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes and I smile.
“I think it’s too late for apologies now, Beckett.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Take me, please.”
His eyes search mine, and then he lifts me from my feet and carries me to his master suite.
Chapter Three
The sexual energy between the two of us is insane. He lies me on the bed. And I reach my arms out to him,wanting him on top of me.
He rubs his finger over his bottom lip as he watches me twist and turn on the bed. I’m so turned on, he’s killing me.
I want his touch more than anything, and I run my finger to the center of my legs where I can’t take it anymore. I need release. I play with myself as he watches.
“That’s right. Touch your pussy for me. Tell me how wet you are.”
“Very wet for you,” I say as my finger makes contact with my slippery heat. God, I need him inside me again.
“Play with yourself for me.” He stands at the foot of the bed, undressing slowly as I finger myself.
My mind is on fire with possibilities of what he can do to me. And right now I want it all. I want him everyway he wants me. I want him to enjoy himself. Last night he had to take it slow, but I don’t want him to hold back on me. I want him to give me everything he can. Show me what he’s made of.
To fuck me as a woman he wants most in the world. I continue touching myself, transfixed by his gaze on my body.
“I want you,” I say into the thin air of the room.
He steps closer. Moving slow and calculated. His chiseled chest lit up from the light under the doorway.
I slip a finger inside me and moan. “Please, Beckett.”
He stops and removes the last of his clothing, the black boxers slide down his legs as his dick juts out and he grabs it with one hand. My eyes glaze over, the desire consuming me is more than I can handle.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, rubbing his hand up and down his thick length.
My mouth salivates at the sight. “Yes, please.”
“Tessa, baby. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He mounts the bed, and I remove the last of my clothing as he does.
He watches me closely as I remove my bra for him. Groaning when my fingers trace over my hardened nipples. “Show me what I do to you,” I say.
He moves quick, encasing me in his strong hold. His lips are all over my skin, starting with my neck, ending with my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and I cling to his dark hair. I grind my body against his, needing release soon.
He rolls my breast with one hand, while nibbling on the other. I don’t want him to stop.
“I’m not going to go slow tonight, Tessa. I can’t handle it. I need to fuck you raw,” he groans against my skin.
I spread my legs, and he sits up, watching the action. He shakes his head, and lies flat on his back. He positions me over him as he grabs a condom from the bedside table.
I move along his thick thighs as he rolls the condom down his big dick. When he finishes, he motions for me to climb on.
Sinking my pussy down over his length, I go slow at first. Once he’s fully inside me, I begin to rock back and forth as his fingers dig into the sides of my hips.
“Fuck yes. Ride me,” he moans as he watches himself pump in and out of me.
“Oh, Beckett,” I call out. I’m so turned on. His strong hands roam my body and squeeze my breasts.
“I love your fucking tits. You’re so hot.” He slams me down on him and the sensation vibrates through me.
He takes my hands, placing them on my full globes, and I squeeze my breasts, pinching the nipples. He groans out and his eyes widen as he watches me play with myself.
I venture a hand south, rubbing it over my clit as he continues pounding me down on him. Picking up our pace, the fucking takes over and we are two bodies connected by our desire for each other.
We move together through the night, and I catch his glossy eyes watching my body as I ride him. It’s as if he’s never seen anything so amazing in all his life. I love the way he looks at me.
He bites his bottom lip as his hands reach around and take hold of my ass. “Oh, God,” I moan as he squeezes my skin.
“Ride my cock you fucking little girl. Your pussy is so hot.”
My orgasm is close, and my fingers dig into his chest. Feeling and rubbing over each groove and valley of his muscles. His body is a machine as he continues thrusting upward as I slam down on him.
My head falls back, my mouth opens as my climax rushes through me. My skin tingles and it’s a rush of every system firing all at once. I shake and tremble as he continues.
With one hand on my ass, and the other in my hair, he comes hard inside me. He grunts and moans and says my name over and over.
I collapse on top of him, as he kisses my temple.
“Tessa,” he starts, draping my hair over my shoulder so he can see me.
I sit up, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn’t. He just stares at me.
He cleans me up same as last time, and cuddles me before I fall asleep. Only this time, I do fall asleep and don’t rush home before he wakes.
Chapter Four
Micah’s laughter wakes me in the morning. He’s in the kitchen, and I glance over to the other side of the bed and Beckett isn’t there.
Knowing he must be with Micah, I retrieve my clothes and put them on. After a quick trip to the restroom, I make my way into the livin
g room, and spot them both in the kitchen cooking.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Beckett says when he sees me.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Micah mimics.
“Good morning.”
This isn’t the first night I’ve stayed the night, but it is the first time I’ve stayed in Beckett’s bed, with him. I slept like a baby. He held me most of the night until he finally fell asleep and rolled over. I could get used to it.
