Wicked Love

by Michelle Dare

  I felt him guide his very erect cock to my entrance, and he pressed the bulbous head into me, as I moaned my pleasure. Then he stopped, as if he wanted to torture me by making me wait for more.

  I placed my hands on his firm ass and gently massaged, pressing him forward so that he filled me a bit more.

  “More?” he questioned softly.

  “Mmm, yes,” I breathed.

  I felt him sink deeper into me, drawing a quick breath. “Damn your pussy is so tight. Tell me if it hurts.”

  “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”

  He thrust into me fully now. I heard him groan deeply as I planted my feet on his ass, my toes kneading his flesh in circular motions.

  “Oh . . . yeah,” I moaned, pushing up against him. His hips moved forward to thrust a bit deeper into my drenched and greedy cunt. “I want to feel you everywhere inside.”

  “Are you ready for me to fuck you now?” he asked.

  “Yes, please Krew. Rock into me,” I rasped, sounding like a starving street nymph begging for a bone.

  He did as I wanted and it was magnificent. My hips arched upward to take all of him into me. I met his thrusts and we matched our rhythms perfectly as if we had done this before. I could hear myself whimpering as his thrusts came faster and deeper within me. He was groaning loudly in pleasure, saying my name over and over again, his lips capturing mine, biting and tugging at my bottom lip which made me all much more aware of his need to fuck me his way.

  His arms hauled my hips up higher at an angle, and as he continued plunging his cock in and out, I felt myself swell up inside for him. I was in near frenzy now, pumping against him faster and furiously.

  “That’s it, Princess. God I could fuck you all night long!” His words caused me to contract around him. I could feel my pubic muscles squeeze his shaft over and over again. He moaned as if it was almost painful, but only almost. His arms were braced on either side of me now, his weight resting on them as he rocked in and out of me. I could feel our climaxes climbing together for the freefall.

  I was unraveling now, feeling the burst of my release around him, moaning with pleasure. He was right there with me, softly urging my climax on. “That’s it, babe. God your pussy is so fucking greedy!”

  I continued to buck against him as I continued to come over and over again. I felt his cock throb as he joined me, filling the condom up with his seed, groaning my name and telling me to take it all. I did. It seemed to go on forever before he finally finished coming. He collapsed gently on top of me. Our bodies were both damp with the sweat of our fucking, and the scent of sex permeated throughout the room. Our breathing was ragged, our hearts were pounding. He lowered his lips to mine for one last, soft kiss. I kissed him back, my hands now pressed against the back of his neck.

  “I’m gonna hold you to your promise, Princess,” he said, his breathing now normalized. “I want you here with me.”

  “I know,” I said, kissing his neck, “I always keep my promises, Krew.”

  I swing my legs around to the floor and take the bed sheet with me, wrapping it around my nakedness as I walk over to the window. The rain is still coming down, making me glad I’m blowing off classes today. How cozy it will be hanging around here at Krew’s place. Curled up on his sofa, watching trash television and waiting for him to finish up with his work downstairs. And then later, when he’s finished, making love, fucking and then making love again. I sigh in delightful anticipation.

  And that’s when the aroma of coffee wafts through the air and awakens my caffeine craving. I move from the bedroom out to the open area where I see Krew.

  Did I mention he’s shirtless?

  As he rounds the corner of the breakfast bar, I also notice he’s barefoot, with only his jeans hanging low on his hips. I take a deep breath at the scrumptious sight.

  “Got some scrambled eggs here,” he says, placing two plates down on the table in the dining area, and then turns to really look at me. He notices what I’m wearing, his magnificent green eyes giving me the elevator stare. A mischievous smile graces his full lips. “Are we having a toga breakfast here babe?” he teases.

  I blush for some damn reason, still clutching the sheet against me like some freakin’ Pollyanna who did the nasty. “Funny,” I remark, “I can’t find my clothes.”

  “Hmm . . . strange. So what exactly are you saying here, Princess? You don’t remember what happened or where you shed them last night?” he teases.

  I bat my eyelashes at him, “Well, you did ply me with alcohol as I recall. Did anything . . . happen last night?” I ask innocently.

  He chuckles, “Naw, no - absolutely not. Wanna do it again?” He presses up against me, and the thin sheet covering my nakedness does little to shield me from the bulge he’s rubbing against me.

  I push back, “Maybe. After I’m appropriately nourished, and showered,” I reply, twisting the sheet so it stays secure around my body.

  “We’ll shower together,” he states. “Afterwards I have to go downstairs to my office for my morning appointments. But I’ll be back up for lunch and you’re looking mighty tasty there,” he says with a sexy laugh.

  “Sounds like a plan,” I reply, taking a sip of hot coffee.

  “Oh, and as far as your clothes, everything’s in the dryer. I ran a load of laundry earlier, and tossed yours in with mine. They’ll be done by the time you’re out of the shower.”

  “You weren’t sniffing my panties were you, Krew?” I teased, arching an eyebrow quizzically.

  He laughed, shaking his head at my crudity, I’m sure, but didn’t miss a beat.

  “Why would I do that when I can crawl between your legs right this minute and feast on your essence while you sip your coffee?”

  My cheeks warm with his words because I know they’re true enough.

  “Aha, got ya,” he retorts taking a seat across from me.

  18

  Disappearing Act

  KREW

  As much as I hate dragging myself away from Carson after the Triple X night we’d shared, not to mention the quickie we had earlier in the shower, I have no choice. There are things I need to take care of, the first being a phone call I’m expecting at ten sharp.

  I’m in my office by nine-thirty, checking my appointments for the day, which are exactly zero. So yeah, I kinda lied to Carson, but I really had no choice. There’s no way in hell I want her out of my sight, especially with what she’s already uncovered. It is too damn risky. There’s a lot at stake here, and it’s up to me to make sure I don’t fuck things up.

  Millie, my part-time employee, knocks on my door calling out my name.

  “Come on in,” I yell.

  “Good morning, Krew,” she greets me with her smile.

  “Morning, Millie. My, what a sunny smile for such a rainy day,” I say.

  Millie is one of those people. You know the type, right? The glass is always half-full, every cloud has a silver lining, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, etc., that’s Millie. She’s always upbeat and bubbly. She’s mid-forties, and enjoys the part-time job as her husband travels on business during the week. According to Millie, this job is perfect for staving off the boredom she’d be feeling sitting at home all week staring at the walls.

  “Hey boss, just wanted to let you know we’ve got four more membership sign-ups, and I’m starting my spin classes this week for the blue hairs.”

  I feel the corners of my mouth lift in a smile. “Blue hairs, Millie? Umm . . . is that label crossing the political correctness line?” I tease.

  She waves her hand dismissively at me, rolling her eyes. “Puhleeeze,” she says, “a person can’t fart anymore without offending some bully pulpit somewhere.”

  “I hear ya, Millie.”

  “So, what time is your spin class?”

  “Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday from noon to one o’clock.”

  “So, I guess what you’re saying is that I need to be available for the front desk today from noon to one?”
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  “That’d be right,” she chirps with a grin.

  Great. There goes my plan for a nooner.

  “Okay, I’ll make sure I’m out front. But do me a solid, will you? Make sure I’m not interrupted from ten this morning until I open my office door. Got an important call coming in and not sure how long it will last.”

  “You got it,” she replies, leaving my office and closing the door behind her. I promptly get up and make sure the door is locked before I sit back down and await the call.

  My office phone rings promptly at ten and I know who’s on the waiting end, awaiting my report.

  “Beckett,” I answer, awaiting the opening line that is always the same.

  “Yeah, I’ve got some major updates for you, Sir.”

  And then I fill him in.

  A little over an hour and two third-party conference calls later, a plan is set into motion.

  I glance at my watch and see I have about fifteen minutes to spare before I take over the front desk, so I run upstairs to let Carson know I’m not able to take a lunch break until after one, and see if she wants to order some take-out to be here then. I did have a call-in asking for a dry needling appointment which I’d gone ahead and scheduled for three. What? I like long lunch breaks.

  As I arrive at the top of the stairs, I look around and don’t see her in the living room or kitchen. I take long strides over to the doorway of my bedroom and see she’s not there either. The bathroom door is open, the light is off.

  What the hell?

  I quickly scan the room. The bed is made, her shit is gone.

  Fuck!

  19

  Bossy Much

  So, I’m in an Uber heading back from my dorm room to Krew’s Health Club when my cell phone goes off the second time since I’ve been in the car. That’s maybe a total of five minutes. He’s blowing up my phone, and I hate talking on a cell when I’m in a cab, on a bus, or in an Uber. Besides, I’ll be at his place in another five minutes. Call it one of my quirks, but it always seems like people who chat on their cell phones are putting their business right out there for all the public to hear.

  I’m a private person. Everyone knows that, and Krew should certainly know that since I didn’t really start talking to him until our third or fourth P.T. session.

  Name-calling and cursing notwithstanding.

  I hit the ‘Do Not Disturb’ on my phone. Hell, I only went back to my place to grab some stuff since he so selflessly whored himself out last night so I’d stay. I let loose a giggle, and my Uber driver glances back at me, probably thinking I’m weird - which no shit, I am!

  Finally we reach the destination, I hand him a tip and make a quick exit to avoid getting drenched again by the rain that continues to fall.

  I go through the door to the lobby and it’s just now noon, so you can imagine my surprise at seeing Krew behind the sign-in desk, his cell up to his hear, a soft curse escaping his lips.

  “Looking for me?” I ask coyly.

  He whirls around, tossing his cell on the countertop. “Where the hell did you go? And why weren’t you answering your fucking phone?” he snaps.

  “Language,” I caution, giving him a grin. I plop my backpack up on the counter. “I just Ubered back to my dorm to get my laptop so I could work on a paper due Friday, and to pick up some extra clothes since you seem to enjoy holding me captive as your sex slave.”

  He suddenly relaxes, shaking his head and working up a smile. “I got worried when I went upstairs and you had vanished, is all. Didn’t mean to worry you. I came down here on my way out, but the door to your office was closed and it sounded like you were on a call so I didn’t want to bother you. I figured I’d be back by noon anyway, which guess what? I was.”

  “Yeah, I’m sorry,” he says softly, “I didn’t mean to come off all bossy like that. I have to cover the front desk until one or so. Want to do a deli for lunch after that?”

  “Sure,” I reply, “Just give me a call when you’re ready and I promise this time I’ll answer.”

  He leans across the counter and gives me a sweet kiss, and yes, my heart does the pitter-pat thing. “See ya soon, babe,” he says, giving me a naughty wink.

  I swear Krew Beckett is blessedly insatiable.

  20

  Hurts So Good

  Krew

  It’s nearly ten at night and I’ve got Carson face down on one of my massage tables, totally naked, on her tummy while I’m listening to her soft moans of pleasure as my hands expertly roll back and forth with measured pressure, massaging her upper torso and shoulders. I then use my elbow, to give her a deep tissue massage between her shoulder blades.

  “Ahh!” she screams, and I stop because damn, I’m not trying to hurt her.

  “Sorry, sorry, babe,” I apologize.

  She lifts up and turns her head to glare at me. “Why the hell did you stop?”

  “Because you screamed?”

  “That’s because it hurt so good! Keep doing that Krew,” she orders, laying flat again.

  I chuckle and my hands resume their muscular magic on my girl. Yeah, I’m claiming her as mine.

  “Oh God,” she groans, “Those hands. I don’t know anything that delivers more pleasure than your hands, Krew.”

  I lift an eyebrow. “Oh is that right?”

  I quickly roll her over onto her back, dropping my gaze down to her heavenly breasts, and traveling further down to her beautiful pussy. “Would you like me to show you another part of me that seems to make you scream, Princess?”

  She releases a soft giggle, her eyes daring me to continue.

  Game on!

  I’m already shirtless, we’ve been working out, but now I lose my sweats, and quickly spread her legs on the table, kneeling between them.

  “I’m going to show you just how much my tongue can make you scream, Princess. And then, I’m going to show you how my hard cock will make you scream,” I inform her as my fingers ply her soft folds apart, and my head dips down to feast on her pussy.

  My tongue traces the length of her slit as my thumb circles her clit with light pressure. She wriggles beneath my touch, her soft moans spilling from her lips with every flick of my tongue and every push of my thumb against her hard nub.

  My cock is rock hard.

  It’s during this lusty moment my cell phone on the other massage table rumbles out the tune I have set for one special caller, and one caller only.

  Fucckk!

  “Shit, I’ve got to take this call, babe,” I growl, pulling back from her, my feet dropping to the floor. I grab the cell, and take several quick strides to exit the room. As I head down the hall I hear Carson call after me: Krew Beckett I’m going to kill you!

  I tap the screen taking the call. “Beckett,” I say gruffly.

  The voice on the other end is clear and concise. “We’ve got ‘em.”

  Thank fuck.

  21

  Free Falling

  Is Krew Beckett a player? A cheater? A married man?

  These are all the questions going through my mind as I re-clothe myself after his ill-timed and somewhat abrupt departure at the most inopportune time I might add!

  Am I pissed? Curious? Suspicious?

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Yes.

  I feel like I need to go upstairs get my stuff and call Uber. So that’s what I do.

  The door to his office is closed, so apparently his phone call is still in process. Fucker.

  I’ve just finished packing up my stuff and Uber is four minutes away when Krew makes his appearance on the stairs as I’m going down them.

  “Babe?” he says, his eyebrow lifted in confusion, “Hey where are you going?”

  “Back to my dorm.”

  “Hey, wait. Now I’m sorry for having to leave you hanging like that, babe. But I had to take the call. It was business.”

  “Really? I ask, tossing him a glare. “A physical therapy emergency? How does that work? Somebody get a Charley Horse?”
/>   He tries to win me over with his smile, but it’s not working. “Look, you don’t owe me an explanation. We’re not in a relationship, I just want to go home. My Uber is here.”

  “Now wait a fucking minute!” he snaps. “What’s with all this bullshit? You aren’t just a one-nighter for me for Chrissake! I don’t know what we are, Carson, but I can tell you this, we are something!”

  “Oh really? Well go ahead, Krew. Tell me what we are?” I challenge.

  He throws his hands up in the air. “Jesus Christ, I don’t know exactly, but I know for damn sure I care about you, and that I don’t want you to leave. Besides, we have somewhere to go tomorrow, remember?”

  I sigh, “Krew, you aren’t obligated to take me. I’m perfectly able to go there alone. I have Uber.”

  “Let’s not argue about it, Princess. You made a promise to me and I expect you to keep it, remember?”

  He’s right, and I am a person who sticks to her promises. But there’s a shady side to Krew that I need to explore before we get any further into whatever it is we think we have going with one another.

  “Okay, I promise I’ll wait for you to pick me up tomorrow to go to Shelby’s. But for tonight, I just want to be in my own bed. I’m not pissed, I promise.”

  He eyes me warily, obviously mulling it over in his head considering if he should trust me or not. He needs to know that works both ways.

  I stand on my tiptoes and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Gotta go, but call or text me tomorrow when you’re on your way,” I say turning to go the rest of the way downstairs and out to my awaiting Uber.

  22

  Professor Plum, in the Library, with a Candlestick