by J. L. Beck
His eyes narrowed, “Those women aren’t my best friend’s daughter.” His growl vibrated through me, giving me a tiny glimpse of the alpha that was barely restrained beneath the surface.
“I don’t care about those women.” I hissed, lifting a leg and pressing my knee into the fabric of the chair right next to him. I was going to straddle him if he let me.
A smirk pulled at his lips, “are you jealous, Kitten?” I rolled my lip between my teeth before shaking my head no, my ponytail whipped from side to side. I slid across the denim of his jeans, feeling the warmth that radiated off of him as I brought my other leg over his, my center resting against his cock.
“I’ve dreamt about this moment.” I murmured, lifting my gaze from his muscled chest up to his rugged face. His manly scent washed over me, filling up all the air in my lungs with him. He’s intoxicating and yet I can’t get enough of him.
“You’ve got a death wish climbing on me like this…” His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place even though his words said otherwise. His grip was bruising as if he was trying to restrain himself by holding me in one spot.
“I’ve got a wish alright.” I purred with my lips against the lobe of his ear. I could feel his cock thicken beneath me, pressing hard against my center.He wanted this, just as badly as I did.
“I’ll bet my last dollar you’re a virgin, and you know nothing about what it is that I’d want from you. Nothing.” I resisted the urge to frown, knowing he was right. I didn’t know what I was doing at all. I was inexperienced and out of my comfort zone but that didn’t stop, it wouldn’t stop me.
“I’ve been with my fair share of men, and none of them have been able to curb my need.” I lied, hoping he couldn’t tell. “I want a man, a real man.” I placed both hands on his shoulders before grinding my pussy against his length. I could feel how huge he was in his jeans, and though it terrified me a bit, it excited me even more so.
“A real man, huh?” His facial expression was skewed, his emotions unreadable. He leaned in, forcing my chest against his, my nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. A whimper of pleasure slipped from my mouth.
Could he feel how hard they are?
“Yes. A man that can fuck me. A man that can possess me. I’ve wanted you for over a year.” I purred, feeling his hot breath against my lips as his gaze fell from eyes and down to my lips. He wanted to kiss me, I could feel it, see it. I knew he was fighting a battle deep within himself to keep his eyes focused on mine, forcing them to not drift to my bare breasts.
“I’ll get you off, kitten, but I ain’t sticking my cock inside of you.” His lips brushed against mine as he whispered the words.
Did he not want me?
The steel rod in his jeans told me he did, but his words told me he didn’t.
“You don’t want me?” I tried not to sound as if I was hurt but it was hard not to be when you were inexperienced and throwing yourself at man that was older, and more experienced than you. A darkness flashed in his eyes, and in seconds he was moving us, our places switched.
With my ass now in the chair, and him above me I felt completely at his mercy.
“Want and need are two very different words. I don’t want to do what I’m about to do to you. I need to.” His fingers dug into my hips, as he adjusted me, pulling my ass to the very edge of the chair.
What was he going to do?
“Untie your shorts.” He ordered gruffly. I did as he instructed without a single word, my hands shook as I undid the perfectly tied bow.
“What are you going to do?” My voice wobbled with both fear and elation. I had to keep my composure though. I couldn’t let him know I was afraid, or he’d know I was lying about my virginity.
“Why you worried? I mean you did ask for this?” There was a bite to his voice, and an arrogance to his body language. He pulled the shorts down my legs, gently sliding his fingers against my skin, and only stopping once the shorts hit the ground. Goosebumps scattered all across my body and the wetness between my thighs grew.
“I’m not worried, not at all.” I gulped as my body shook. I was doing a shit job at hiding the truth and soon he would know that, too.
“So, if I sunk deep inside of you right now you wouldn’t be scared? Because your frail body is shaking like fucking crazy.” I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping onto the cushion. It was dark enough where we were at that no one could see anything. Hell, we could barely see each other.
“No, I wouldn’t be scared.” I almost cursed as the lie left my lips. I could feel his hand moving up my leg, over my knee, and coming to a rest at the apex of my thigh. Goosebumps formed on my skin not long after.
I licked my lips, his fingers trailed ever so gently against my skin until his thumb found my clit, and the tight bundle of nerves that lived there. The gasp that left my mouth was one I had never heard fall from my own lips, it didn’t even sound like something I would do.
“Have you done this to yourself?” He whispered. I could feel him above me, and the heat of his gaze against my skin.
I bit at my bottom lip and nodded my head yes, even though I really never had, then I felt the warmth between my legs grow. My pussy was throbbing with need like it never had before.
“I bet it’s never felt like this before, like your entire body is soaring and the air you suck into your lungs isn’t enough, like you can’t breathe, but yet you can all at the same time.” The words ghosted against my goose bumped skin as he upped the pace, one thick digit sinking deep inside of me while his thumb rubbed furiously circles against my clit.
“Never.” I croaked, on the verge of screaming. My body was strung tight, the tension built deep in my belly. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he moved that one single finger in and out of me, angling just right, perfectly right.
“You’re such a liar, kitten. Telling me you aren’t a virgin, I know better. I can tell...” A cry escaped my lips as he sunk a second digit into my tight entrance, my pussy clenching around their thickness. His pace was relentless and the sound of my wetness and his fingers connecting filled the air.
I clawed at his chest, watching as he dropped to his knees in front of me. What was he doing? I couldn’t even…
“I’m….” I cried out, my pants growing louder as I rode the wave of pleasure, waiting for it to crest.
“Better be quiet, kitten. You wouldn’t want Daddy knowing you’re getting your tight pussy finger-fucked by this best friend, now would you?” He moved his other hand from the inside of my thigh, trailing it up over my chest, before rubbing the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip.
“Suck.” He ordered, slipping it into my mouth. I did as instructed sucking with all my might on that thick digit, his fingers owning me with every slip inside my channel. The taste of his skin was salty.
The pleasure inside me crested and before I could stop it I was falling, tumbling, waves of euphoric pleasure slamming into me over and over again.
My legs shook, and my pussy rocked against his hand as he built another orgasm deep inside me. I had never come twice at once, but I was about to find out what it felt like. My clit was sensitive but Reid was relentless, his pace never faltered, even as I fell apart against his hand.
“It’s… too… much…” I cried out between breaths feeling as if I was going to explode. His eyes shifted from my pussy and up to my eyes, a glint of darkness filling those sea blue orbs. The fact he was watching his fingers enter me was erotic enough, but now he was looking at me like he was ready to eat me.
“You can manage it, kitten, be a good girl and cum all over my fingers again.” He ordered, his fingers moving in a scissoring motion inside me. It was all too much for me, the need, the desires, and then there was the fact that he was making me cum on his hand, which was a first to me too. With little effort, I came again, my teeth sunk into my hand as I muffled the deep moan that ripped from my throat.
Light flickered behind my lids, and every hair on my body stood on end. There was
nothing that would ever amount to the feeling that was coursing through my veins right now. And just as fast as it all had started, it ended. Reid pulling his fingers out of my entrance slowly, leaving me cold all over.
My eyes drifted down to his cock, his arousal was more prominent than it had been before and I missed his touch and the heat of his body as soon as he was gone.
“What… What about you?” My voice cracked, and with a shake of his head he took a deafening step back. I sat up, wincing at the tenderness between my thighs. The wetness of my arousal dripped down my inner thighs.
“I think that’s enough for tonight.” His voice was strained and I could tell he was barely controlling himself.
Controlling the need.
“But I want to please you too.” I made a move to get up, and he put his hand up, stopping me in my tracks.
“Not tonight. Just… Not tonight.” He ordered, the darkness in his eyes radiating out as he slipped back inside the house, through the sliding glass door never even speaking another word as he did.
I stood, slowly, my legs wobbly and my heart bursting at the seams as I fetched my shorts, and t-shirt off the ground. Slipping them back on, I extinguished the fire, and headed back inside. When I came in he was nowhere in sight.
Next time I would please him.
Next time I would get him to break.
CHAPTER FOUR
REID
I never should’ve touched her and even days later, after her Dad left, and she wandered aimlessly around my house I felt the need to be with her again. I was consumed with need when it came to her.
What if Parker had heard? That one thought replayed in my mind. Parker was my brother, even if he was no longer in the Marines, and a part of me felt as if I was betraying him by messing with his daughter.
And I was, but I also couldn’t deny myself what I wanted because when you did that you just made yourself want it more, and I wanted Bridget, a-fucking-lot.
I kept my distance, watching from afar, and leaving the house as much as I could. The temptation was too great whenever we were in the same room together. She didn’t ask questions she didn’t want answers to, and I was thankful for that because I wasn’t the fairytale guy she wanted, anyway.
“Can we order out tonight?” She emerged from her bedroom where she had been nearly all day, plopping down on the couch next to me. I was trying to watch a baseball game, but instead, I was thinking about Bridget playing with my balls.
“Uhh…” I cleared my throat. “Sure.” My eyes looked her up and down, slowly, soaking in every inch of her. She was wearing a yellow sundress that complemented her tan and dark locks. I hadn’t been concerned about being alone with her when I told Parker I’d keep an eye on her for the summer, but now… I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands off her since I’ve already gotten a feel of her tight sweet pussy. I hate that I allowed myself to touch her and give in to her wishes, but temptation got the best of me.
“What are you hungry for?” Bridget asked in a sultry tone as she scooted closer to me. I could feel the heat from her body against mine. A hum of electrical currents shot through me as she placed a hand on my thigh. I wanted to tell her I was hungry for her sweet succulent cunt, but I refrained. Looking down at her hand, I wondered where she was going with this. If I didn’t stop her, would she grab my cock?
Stop her. The words echoed through my mind. Giving into the temptation again wasn’t worth it. Not when her Daddy was my best friend, not when she was barely of age, and not when I wasn’t the kind of man she really wanted.
Placing my hand against hers, I stopped her from making any move toward my dick because if she touched me with her trembling hands there, I would be good as dead. I would flip her over on this couch so quickly and rip her clothes off of her body without gentleness.
“I’m thinking not the same thing you’re hungry for?” My eyebrow rose in question. I needed to rein in the need that was burning through my veins. Bridget was off limits, more than off limits…
“My dad’s not here anymore, and I told you I wanted you.” She purred. She was bad, and she was practically begging to be fucked.
I licked my lips, my cock jumping at the need that saturated her words. “And I told you you’re too young, to naïve, and under the impression that I can give you something that I can’t.” My voice was menacing, even though my words were soft, and my hands itched to touch her.
“I don’t want anything but you.” I sucked in a deep breath, shoving from the leather couch as if it was burning beneath my ass.
“You’re asking for something you cannot handle.” I growled. I had kept myself away for the last year feeling the pull toward her, trying to stop the inevitable from happening, and yet here we were. I was on the verge of losing my patience and when that happened, I would cross a line and then what?
“I told you, I’ve been with other men. I can handle you, I’m sure you aren’t any bigger than they were.” I squeezed my lids closed, rubbing at my temples with my fingers. She was lying to me again, and all because she thought I wouldn’t fuck her because of her lack of experience.
“Don’t lie to me, kitten. I’m not fucking dumb. Your pussy was so tight, squeezing the life from my fingers when you came. A woman that’s been with a man or two wouldn’t be that tight. You’re a virgin.” My eyes opened, revealing the truth of my words in her features.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth was popped open. If she lied to me one more time, I was going to spank her ass until it was pink.
“Is that why you don’t want me?” The sadness that filled her dark orbs cracked my chest open. She was so fragile, and I was a man that wanted to possess her, and if I didn’t get the hell out of this room and away from her scent, I was going to do just that.
“No. That’s why I do want you, and exactly why I’m not going to take you.” I needed to get away, go hang out with the guys or something.
It’s only been a week. My mind mocked my emotions.
I fished my keys from my pocket and headed in the direction of the front door. I hated being a dick, the guy that treated her like shit, but I was older and wiser. If I took her, it would show nothing but a fault in my hard exterior. I should be strong enough to resist her touch, but I’m not and that means I’ve gotta do what I’ve gotta do.
“You don’t have to leave, I’ll stop.” I could see the panic in her rising. She had no idea how much I wanted to stay and give into the things that she wanted.
“Stopping isn’t good enough, kitten. Hell, it isn’t even your fault. I’ll be back later.” I shot over my shoulder, refusing to look at her again. I gripped the door handle in my hand, trying to stop myself from going but knowing I needed to.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered, breaking my resolve. I opened the door, slipped outside and slammed it shut behind me. The pain seared through me. This was just another reason, another example of how I wasn’t good enough for her.
I’d do nothing but break her, hurt her, and she needed better.
Pulling out my cell, I scrolled to my friend Darren’s number and typed out a text asking him to meet me at the bar uptown. I needed a drink, and someone to vent to.
“It’s for the better…” I muttered, trying to give myself the pep talk I needed to get on my motorcycle and haul ass to the bar so I could meet Darren instead of going back inside and ravaging Bridget like I truly wanted to.
Slowly, I slipped onto my bike. Turning the key, the feeling of the engine roaring to life beneath me vibrated through my legs and chest. I cranked the throttle once more before backing out of the drive.
Space. That’s all I needed.
***
“Can I get a shot glass and bottle of whiskey?” I questioned. Marci, the bartender, grabbed a shot glass and a new unopened bottle of whiskey, and then set the shot glass in front me. Marci opened the whiskey bottle and poured my first shot before setting the bottle down. “Thank you,” I said in a low tone.
“You doin
g alright, Reid? You seem a little on edge tonight.” Her voice was soft, and her brows furrowed bringing a look of concern to her face.
I nodded, “I’m fine, thanks.” I picked up the shot and tipped it to my opened lips, gulping it down, cherishing the burn from the alcohol. I pushed the center button on my phone so that it’d light up, I looked at the time and saw that Darren should be arriving anytime within the next five minutes or so. Picking the bottle of whiskey up, I poured another shot in the glass.
What the fuck was I doing?
What the hell was I thinking touching her in the first place? If I had a daughter, and the shoe was on the other foot with Parker and me, I’d slit his fucking throat without remorse. I cringed at the thought of how wrong I was for fooling around with Bridget, but at the same time it felt so right. There’s something about that little vixen I couldn’t explain and maybe it was the fact I hadn’t been with a woman in so many years.
“Jesus.” Darren’s deep voice filled my ears, and I twisted around on the barstool.
“You said five minutes, I’ve already drank three, maybe four shots.” I sneered gearing up to pour myself another shot. I was clearly frustrated and the only person I could be mad at was myself, for making such a foolish choice.
“What the hell is going on?” Darren questioned, taking the stool next to me.
“The better question is, what isn’t wrong?” I mocked, tipping the glass back, letting the warmth of the whiskey melt away all my pain.
“Seriously, spit it out already. I could’ve been balls deep inside a chick right now, but instead, I’m here being supportive.” Darren flashed me a grin that would’ve had any lady lying in a heap at his feet.
I snickered, “You should’ve stayed with her, God knows I wouldn’t be your shoulder to cry on if I was getting laid.” If. What was I talking about? I could’ve been screwing the daylights out of Bridget right now.
Darren gestured Marci over, ordering a beer while I poured myself another shot of whiskey. “Okay, so what the hell is going on? I know you signed up to babysit Parker’s daughter, but I hadn’t heard from you since then.”
