Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies

by Alex Grayson

  "What? Trouble in paradise?" Carly laughed.

  "He wants to go on a date this weekend!" I answered.

  "This weekend? As in tonight?"

  "Yes. Which, if this is Spencer, it would be to the Valentine’s thing he is hosting, the one my father is going to be at." I kept reading his words repeatedly. "What do I do?"

  "Well, since you are babysitting his daughter, you’ll have to tell him no, or you could cancel on the little girl and explain to Spencer why you are canceling. However, you're a big girl. I am sure you will figure it out."

  Spencer

  This woman had me spinning, and I had no clue what she even looked like. I sat behind my desk awaiting a response from BabyGirl98. This was the exact reason why I loved the company I had created. It gave people the chance to get to know the real person without judgment. I flipped between my email and back to my profile. I had sent off the date request almost forty minutes ago, and I new that she had read it. It had never taken so long for a response from her to come through. Perhaps I was losing my touch; although I had kept her online the past three nights engaged in some very heavy dirty talk, enough to even get a few gratuitous photos as well.

  I leaned back in my chair and began to relax when my phone rang. "Spencer Brooks."

  "Hey, Spencer, what time are we leaving tonight?"

  "Hey, Jon! Ainsley is coming by for around seven, so I figure after I get Nikki settled with her say eight."

  "Great!"

  "Did you look at the package I dropped off for you? These aren't your run-of-the-mill women just looking to get laid. I have a very rigorous screening process in place."

  "I haven't yet. I figured I would revisit the site after tonight. Are you bringing a date tonight?"

  "Hopefully a date with a very sexy twenty-year-old!"

  "Awesome. I'll see you tonight then!"

  "You got it."

  I hung up the phone in time to see a message from BabyGirl89. I clicked open the message, excitement building in me, and leaned back in my chair.

  RomanticAlpha42,

  I would love nothing more than to accompany you tonight.

  However, I have a prior engagement that, unfortunately, I cannot get out of.

  Until then, I will dream of you,

  BabyGirl89

  I leaned back, disappointment filling the empty part of me.

  4

  Spencer

  I groaned out loud as shots of cum sprayed over my abs. This was the seventh time in twelve hours that I had wacked off thanks to BabyGirl89. The string of pictures she had sent to me last night had been permanently burned into my memory.

  The doorbell rang just as I reached for a tissue, removing any remnants of the sticky mess I had made across my abs, and threw a T-shirt over my head. I pulled on my gym shorts and went to the door, pulling it open to see Ainsley standing there.

  "Hey, Ains, come on in." She awkwardly smiled and stepped through the door. "Here, give me these," I said, reaching for her bags and setting them on the upper step. "And let me take your coat."

  She turned, allowing me to slip her coat from her shoulders and hang it in the closet. She wore a snug black T-shirt and tight jeans that perfectly molded to her tight, round ass. I couldn't help but check her out, her long, shapely legs, perky tits, and nipples hard enough that they called to me. They'd been calling to me since last summer, every time I saw her sunbathing in her backyard. I remembered I had sat in the kitchen across from her father that same afternoon with a rock-hard cock as she came into the kitchen in that skimpy bikini to get a drink. That was the moment that I had begun this descent into imagining fucking Ainsley, her legs wrapped around my neck, panting my name as I pounded into her. It hadn't gotten any better either because every single time I spoke to BabyGirl89, it was Ainsley I imagined.

  "Hey, Mr. ummm...Spencer. Where's Nikki?"

  "In the kitchen coloring. Come on in. I'm just finishing getting ready."

  She stepped by me into the entryway and toed her shoes off. The smell of vanilla invaded my senses. "I see you brought a night bag."

  "I did. Just in case you are late. I'll just sleep in the room attached to Nikki's, if that is all right. I also brought some craft supplies, movies, and snacks for us ladies." She looked up at me innocently, and I instantly wanted to bend down and remove that look off her face.

  "Perfectly fine. I've got to finish getting ready." Ainsley nodded and wandered towards the kitchen.

  I couldn't help but watch as she carried one of the bags up into the kitchen, taking that hot, sexy body away from me. I watched as that perfect ass swayed back and forth, and when I felt my cock start to stir and heard Nikki's little voice start talking to her, I had to tear my eyes from her and head down to my bedroom.

  "Oh, Spencer, that is just hilarious." The woman I had been talking to laughed as she ran her hand down my arm. She had been after me all night. I was tired of being fawned over. Women like this only took interest in me for my wallet. I knew it, and they knew it too.

  I made a graceful exit, pretending I had seen someone off in the crowd, and quickly escaped the party. I headed up to my office where I closed the door and relished in the quiet. Sitting down at my desk, I removed my phone from my breast pocket, immediately pulling up my conversation with BabyGirl89, and sent out a message.

  RomanticAlpha42: Wish you were here tonight. I would love nothing more than to have you on my arm.

  BabyGirl89: I'd love nothing more also, but as I said, I have a previous engagement.

  RomanticAlpha42: You're making me jealous; do you have a boyfriend?

  BabyGirl89: If you must know, I am helping a friend out.

  RomanticAlpha42: Is it a male friend

  BabyGirl89: Yes

  RomanticAlpha42: Why don’t you send me something naughty

  I smiled as I hit send. Minutes went by, and then an image populated my screen. My cock instantly hardened at the sight of her fingers inching into her black panties. I licked my lips and ran my hand over the thick, hard ridge that sat behind my suit pants. I felt like I was going to bust when another image populated my screen. This time I was faced with a panty-less, fully-shaved BabyGirl89. I swallowed hard and groaned as I squeezed my cock. As I studied the picture, I froze, noticing something familiar about the blanket underneath her. I looked harder at the pattern in the blanket when a message from her flashed beneath the picture.

  BabyGirl89: Are you there? Do you not like me?

  I dropped my phone and turned on my computer, logging into the confidential client information area. I quickly searched for BabyGirl89, and within seconds, I was faced with every drop of her personal information. I looked down at my phone at the pictures that were sent and back up to the screen in front of me and thought for a second of what to reply.

  BabyGirl89: Well?

  I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. I picked up my phone, looking back to the computer screen and staring at Ainsley's name. Then I slowly typed out my response.

  RomanticAlpha42: I like you very much.

  5

  Spencer

  I slowly turned into the driveway, put the car in park, shut the engine off, and glanced down at my watch. It was shortly after two. I hadn't planned on being this late, but after finding out that I had been texting with Ainsley for the last month and had seen parts of her I never should have seen, I decided to have a couple of drinks before returning home. I needed to figure out how to end this with her.

  I was surprised to see the soft glow of the living room light on through the front window. Ainsley must still be awake, I thought to myself. I felt my heart start to accelerate as I opened the car door. I walked up to the front of the house, put my key in the lock, and turned it, pushing the door open. I was quiet, doing my best not to disturb Ainsley in case she was asleep. I quietly took my shoes off and had just removed my suit jacket when I heard Ainsley's tired voice.

  "Hello, Mr... I mean, Spencer. Is that you?"

  I smiled to myself. "Ye
ah, it’s just me, Ainsley," I said, hanging my suit jacket on the banister and climbing the stairs to the living room.

  Ainsley lay curled up on the couch, under a blanket, watching TV. As her eyes met mine, she quickly sat up, shoving the blankets off her, and my eyes fell to her bare legs.

  "How did everything go tonight?"

  "Nikki went to bed with no problem. I let her stay up a little later than normal. We were watching Lady and the Tramp. I hope that's okay."

  "Sure." I smiled.

  "How did tonight go for you?" she asked, gathering the blanket and folding it back up.

  "It went well."

  She smiled at me. "That's fantastic. I'm happy to hear that. Perhaps next year I will get to go to this event. I should get going, let you get some sleep. Nikki told me you guys are off to the zoo in the morning."

  "Ainsley, there's no rush." I turned and walked into the kitchen. "I was going to have a glass of wine. Would you care for one?" I knew with every part of me that I was crossing a line by asking her to join me. Hell, I had crossed a line by even speaking with her for the past month. Granted, I hadn't known it was her.

  I pulled the bottle from the fridge and turned to see her leaning against the doorway. What was I doing? I had decided to end this with her, not invite her to have wine with me. I had to end it. After all, she was going to be working for me in a few days. Her eyes washed over me, her cheeks flushed while she bit her bottom lip.

  "Um...okay...sure."

  I noticed she swallowed hard as she looked around the room.

  "Go sit down. I will bring the wine in." I winked at her and watched as she left to go back into the living room. As soon as she left the room, I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent BabyGirl89 a message. As soon as I hit send, I heard her phone give off a notification. I smiled to myself and pulled the bottle of wine from the fridge.

  6

  Ainsley

  I jumped when my phone went off. I grabbed it from the table and stared at the screen, biting my bottom lip.

  RomanticAlpha42: You busy?

  "Fuck," I muttered. If this truly was Spencer, I wondered if there was a way he could find out that BabyGirl89 was me. I tapped the edge of my phone and bit my bottom lip while I listened to Spencer continue to bang around in the kitchen.

  "Did you want anything to eat? Cheese and crackers perhaps?" he called out.

  "Um...sure," I answered while I quickly typed my response.

  BabyGirl89: Just heading to bed.

  As I hit send, I listened hard and heard Spencer's ringtone go off. My stomach flipped with nerves, and suddenly the room got very warm. I had to get out of here. RomanticAlpha42 was really Spencer. I had sent him pictures of me that…well, pictures of me that should never have been sent, and embarrassment flooded me. Shit, I should have listened to Carly.

  I looked around the room, remembering that my bags were already in the spare room down the hall. "Fuck," I whispered under my breath, and in a panic, I flew to the front door, my phone going off once again in my pocket. I fought to get one shoe on and pulled my phone from my pocket, looking down to see a message from RomanticAlpha42 on my screen.

  RomanticAlpha42: That's too bad BabyGirl.

  I slipped my phone back into my pocket and picked up my shoe, my hands shaking so bad that I immediately dropped the shoe back to the floor. That was when I heard Spencer clear his throat.

  I froze and slowly turned to see him leaning against the wall looking as sexy as ever. He had removed his tie, his shirt undone at the collar, shirtsleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. I felt that familiar ache between my legs that I had felt so many other times seeing him like this. He stood there holding a glass of wine in one hand and his phone in the other, a sexy smirk on his face. I turned back around and grabbed my shoe from the floor and went to put it on when I heard Spencer clear his throat again.

  "Ainsley, where are you going?"

  I fought back my embarrassment and pulled the front door open. The cold night air hit my face, instantly cooling me. I was about to leave the house when I felt his strong hand grip my arm. Instantly, I could feel the heat coming off him as he stepped forward, closing the space between us. When I felt the puff of his breath on the back of my neck, chills ran through my body. I closed my eyes as he leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "It's okay, you don't need to run from me, BabyGirl."

  I stood frozen. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, every nerve in body was on overdrive as he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. I hadn’t expected my body to respond to him this way.

  He shut the front door, locking it. "You don't need to run from me," he whispered again, and that was when I felt his hard, rigid cock press into me from behind as he bent to kiss the side of my neck.

  My hands shook as they ran over his forearms, and I closed my eyes as his lips continued to caress over my skin, relishing in the fact that Spencer Brooks was kissing me.

  7

  Spencer

  As I kissed her sweet neck and placed my hand on the flat of her belly, a soft moan escaped her lips. She finally stopped shaking as my other hand immediately gripped her hip and squeezed. I spun her around and pushed her back up against the front door, running my hand over her cheek. I looked down into those sweet brown eyes and ran my thumb over her full, pouty, pink lips, her tongue jutting out to wet them. I bent slowly, taking her mouth with mine.

  "I shouldn't have..." she murmured as my lips left hers.

  "Shhhh, don't be sorry. I'm not. Have you not seen the way I look at you, because I've seen the way you look at me," I whispered, my hands gripping her ass and pulling her against me so she could feel just how not sorry I was.

  In one swift motion, I picked her up, her legs quickly wrapping around my waist, and I pushed her against the wall, pinning her there, her arms around my neck, her fingers running through my hair.

  "You know what I want to see," I whispered as I bit her earlobe and listened to that sexy little moan of hers.

  "What?" she asked breathlessly as I continued kissing my way down her neck.

  I looked at her, wanting to see her reaction. "That sweet pussy, the one you've been teasing me with for months." Her cheeks reddened at my answer.

  She leaned in and kissed me, wrapping her fingers once again in my hair. As soon as the next soft moan escaped her lips, I carried her upstairs and headed down the hall towards my bedroom. I placed her gently down on the edge of my bed. Unbuttoning my shirt, I watched as her eyes washed over me, the flush on her cheeks beautiful as she bit her bottom lip. Pulling her shirt over her head, I tossed it over in the corner. That was when I felt her hands reach for my belt and nervously fumbled with the buckle. Once undone, she pulled at the button on my dress pants, which I finished undoing myself, my cock aching. I near came right on the spot as she ran her hands over my hardened shaft through my boxers.

  I pushed her back, ripping the cups of her bra down and exposing her perfect tits to me. Her nipples were already hard, calling to me. I sucked one into my mouth, and her moan echoed loudly through the room.

  "Ainsley, shhhh, you'll wake Nikki," I whispered.

  I took the other in my mouth, doing the same thing and getting the same response. I kissed my way down the flat of her stomach and gripped the waistband of her shorts, inching them off along with her panties, kissing every inch of her body as I went.

  Finally, once those were gone, I spread her legs and kneeled on the floor. She was already glistening, and I had barely touched her. I kept my hands firmly placed on the insides of her thighs so she couldn't close her legs and ran my tongue right through her center. Her hands gripped my duvet tightly as she struggled not to make a sound. I repeated what I had just done, this time my tongue flicking against her swollen clit. Her muted cries went straight to my cock, which was already leaking precum.

  I reached into the drawer of my nightstand and pulled a condom out. "Fuck, I want to bury myself inside of you," I murmured as I ran my tong
ue through her again.

  I crawled up between her legs, kneeling on the bed. I slipped two fingers inside of her, my thumb gently circling her clit. She tightened around my fingers and began to whimper, and instantly I kissed her to hush those muted cries.

  Her hand rand over my hardened cock, sending a shiver through my body from her touch. I pulled my fingers from her and ripped the condom open, quickly sheathing myself. I lined myself up at her entrance and pumped my already aching cock a couple of times, and then gripped her hips to hold her still and met her lips one more time.

  I eased the head of my cock into her and heard her whimper as she dug her fingernails into my back. "You okay, babygirl?" I whispered while waiting for her to adjust to me before I fully buried myself into her. She was so tight, and it was all I could do to hold back and not come instantly as I pushed myself into her and she bit into my shoulder to keep from moaning too loud. As soon as I knew she had adjusted to me, I began pumping into her as I held her tightly.

  I placed her legs on my shoulders and buried myself as deep as I could go, and she let out a loud moan. I pumped hard and deep, gripping her hips as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying hard to be quiet. I could feel her tightening around me. The tighter she got, the harder it was for me to hold back, and soon I could feel my balls tightening. She came first, hard, and I followed, emptying myself into the condom.