by J. L. Beck
"You got your wish. Fuck me enough times like you two do, and it's bound to happen."
"Whelp, you were worried about getting pregnant. The way I see it is you don't have to worry about it for another half year now."
"Ah yes, the birth control of pregnancy. Brilliant."
"I know, isn't it?"
His hands had wormed under my pants and into my panties.
The door to the room opened.
"Am I hearing adult activities happening early in here?"
It was Jack.
"I'm trying to convince her to have some fun with us."
"You two are insatiable man-sluts, you know that?" I murmured.
"Ah, but we're you're insatiable man sluts."
They led me to the bed. I wasn’t getting out of this one.
Not that I would want to.
"Just a quickie. I am technically cooking right now," I pointed out.
"Sure, sure. Everyone gets to have a grand ol' orgasm," Julian said, rubbing me through my jeans and wasting little time digging deeper to get to the fruit he truly wanted.
"What, we both can't fuck her?" Jack added.
"Maybe later. For now, we have to be practical guys. Jesus."
I cupped both of them in the crotch. My duty as their lover was a daunting one, but I was committed to seeing it through. They were going to come for me. Again and again. I was going to keep both sets of their balls drained and dry, whether it be through mouth, pussy, or...other methods.
Jack's words from a while ago echoed through my head. This was a hardly typical life, but it was mine, and it was wonderful. I was going to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.
Bad For You
Bad Series #1
J.L. Beck
Bad For You © 2017 J.L. Beck
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Bad For You
All I wanted was one kiss, one taste. My only problem was thinking once would be enough…
What happens when you’ve got it bad for your Dad’s best friend, and business partner? He’s everything I want, and nothing I can have, and I’ll do whatever I can to have just one taste.
Chapter One
Audrey
“Have you ever had a secret, Bridget?” I whispered to Bridget, my childhood best friend. I knew her answer, because I knew all of her secrets, but that wasn’t the point, the point was what I was about to confess to her.
She looked at me like I was an idiot and rolled her eyes before taking a long drink of her martini. “Are you playing dumb with me? You don’t remember that one time when I told you I went down on…” My eyes grew to size of saucers when I realized just what secret she was about to retell.
“Alright, alright! I wasn’t trying to be a dick about it. I was just asking because I’m about to tell you something I’ve never told anyone, I’ve never even spoken it out loud.” I could feel my cheeks reddening at the thought of Jameson Briggs, my father’s business partner and best friend. He was nearly twenty years older than me, and one of Seattle’s biggest business tycoons, and did I mention he was my Father’s best friend?
Bridget’s big blue eyes seemed to glow as she waited for me to start in on the secret I was holding in.
“You remember Jameson Briggs, right?” I questioned innocently. She took another gulp of her martini, and nodded her head yes.
“Mr. Six feet two inches of sexy, with a body made for fuc…” I cut her off that second because she was about to go into, what I called, a swearing fit.
“Yes, that guy! Well I… Uh… I’ve been crushing on him for a few years now.” I exhaled as I continued. “And I think maybe he also has a thing for me, there’s just two, maybe three pesky problems…”
Bridget’s lips pulled back into a big, bright smile. “OMG girl, you have the hot’s for your Dad’s best friend….” she all but squealed, drawing attention from a group of guys at the table across from us.
“Shhh… I don’t want everyone knowing about my secret crush.” My face was growing redder with every passing second.
“Oh shut up, and drink some liquid courage.” Bridget laughed, shoving my glass of wine directly into my face. “Plus, you think he might have a crush too.” Doubt filled my belly, because even if I did want to go a round or five with Jameson, I knew my father would never approve.
“Still, if any of these guys know who I am or who my Father is, they’ll report back to him about our conversation or whatever part of it they hear.” I knew I was probably overreacting, but there was no way I was letting a chance with Jameson go down like all my other dates had.
“How about this…” Bridget leaned into me. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. “You feel him out tomorrow, literally and figuratively, and find out if he gets the hint that you want to be more than just friends with him.”
“That would be easy, if he wasn’t my Father’s business partner and best friend,” I grunted, taking another swig of my drink. I didn’t know what appealed to me more, the fact that Jameson was gorgeous, or the fact that he was completely off limits to me.
“Come on, babe, like you’ve never thought of taking him into the bathroom and screwing the hell out of him? Your Father doesn’t have to know if it doesn’t take place in front of him…” Bridget giggled, and it hit me then. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?
“You’re a genius, Bridge!” I gripped her by the cheeks, wondering why the hell I hadn’t thought of that. “If he doesn’t know, then it doesn’t matter… Besides, I just want one taste…” I licked my lips at the thought. Jameson Briggs might be off limits but what my father didn’t know couldn’t hurt him right?
“At least someone realizes that…” Bridget frowned for a millisecond before covering it up with a smile. ”Anyway, I want to know all the dirty details…” I stood from the bar stool, knowing that our evening together was coming to an end.
“Yeah, if there’s anything to share…” I sighed, trying not to sound as desperate as I probably looked.
“Oh, there will be, believe me. If the man has a set of eyes on his face there should be plenty for you to tell me.” She laughed, standing and wrapping me in a hug that couldn’t have possibly come from her small form.
“I’ll take your advice and test the waters, but don’t be surprised when I have nothing to report back to you about.” I gave her a half smile, right as she released me. There were no more words about Jameson as we said our goodbyes, and paid our tabs. I walked out of the bar feeling all kinds of depressed. If Jameson was, as faithful to my father and the business as I thought he was, any type of flirtation would backfire on me.
The Uber I had called for five minutes earlier pulled up against the curb, and my eyes darted from my phone and then back to the cab. I knew where Jameson lived, and I knew I could show up without an explanation…
Thoughts coursed through me about professing my feelings to him. The wine I had been drinking sloshed around inside my stomach, overruling the logical side of my brain that was telling me not to do it.
“Do you want a ride, or what?” the driver of the Tesla called out the front passenger side window. His voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I made the choice then. It was now or never. I could wait. I coul
d lurk. Or I could do what I wanted and act on my feelings.
“Yes, I still need a ride. Can you take me to Hanover Acres?” I questioned through the window, noticing then the man’s bright blue mohawk.
“Sure can, but you’ll need to get in the car before we can go anywhere.” He smirked and I realized then that I was still standing outside the vehicle like a chicken. I was doing this. I was so doing this. Jameson Briggs was going to be mine, once and for all.
“Of course, duh…” I spoke under my breath, climbing into the back seat of the Tesla, knowing that everything was about to change.
* * *
The drive to Jameson’s private home in Hanover Acres was just long enough for me to start sobering up and realize that this might be a fucking mistake.
“Holy shit, these houses are huge. Do you live here?” Uber driver spoke for the first time since I climbed into the back seat.
“God, no….” I bit the inside my cheek, shaking my head.
“Okay, for a second I thought I had a trillionaire in the back seat of my car. I don’t get very many requests for drop offs in this area…” His comment wasn’t all that surprising to me. Not many people that lived in Hanover Acres needed a ride anywhere, not when they had a BMW or Audi parked in their driveway.
“Yeah, I get what you mean,” I all but whispered, nibbling at my bottom lip nervously, watching as Jameson’s mansion came into view. The place was a fortress, made for a king, and even though it was dark, you could still see the beauty of the place.
“This is it?” Uber driver questioned, pulling up against the curb near the mailbox. I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
You’re really doing this, Audrey…
“Yeah, this is the house…” A shudder ran down my spine, as my belly filled with butterflies. This was it, my only chance to turn back… I gripped the door handle in my sweaty hand and opened the door.
“That’s going to be twenty-five dollars even…” Uber driver shot over his shoulder, watching me with a curious look in his eyes. I scrabbled with my purse, pulling out a twenty and a ten and handing them to him before I got out of the car.
My heart was in my throat, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever come back from what I was about to do. All I knew was that I had to try… I had to.
I watched as the Uber driver drove away, leaving me standing at the end of Jameson’s driveway. I twisted around on my heels, noticing that hardly any of the lights were on inside.
“Fuck!” I groaned as I headed up the driveway, the sound of my heels echoing throughout the neighborhood. If he wasn’t here, then I wasn’t sure what the hell it was that I was going to do.
I eyed the large as hell wooden door, before pressing a finger to the doorbell. Moment of truth…
The sound of the bell ringing echoed throughout the house, making the seconds that I stood there seem like hours.
Everything’s going to be okay, everything’s…
“Audrey?” Jameson’s smoky voice filtered into my ears, and I lifted my eyes from the concrete walkway and up to his green ones. As soon as our eyes connected, I knew I had made the right choice.
“Jameson… can we talk?” I titled my head, probably looking like a crazed lunatic. I was out here on his doorstep in the middle of the night, with no one else in sight. If he let me in his house, he was as crazy as I was.
“Are you drunk?” he questioned, before continuing. “Come on…” Jameson’s tall frame hovered over mine, while the smell of spice, with a hint of smoke clung to my nostrils. I wanted to lean into his chest and inhale his scent. Instead, I took his invitation to come in, tripping over the threshold within two steps, and winding up in Mr. Briggs’s arms.
Chapter Two
Jameson
It was always on the nights when you had to bust your ass working that shit got interrupted. The chime of the doorbell filtered into my ears, pulling me away from the papers I desperately needed to get through tonight.
“Who the fuck could that be?” I shook my head, frustrated that I couldn’t even manage to make it through the paperwork at home. It was different at the office when you had a forbidden fruit like Audrey Hamilton tempting you at every turn. The girl was nothing more than a cock tease and my best friend’s daughter, wanting her was completely wrong, yet I was tempted to take a bite from the ripeness she had on display.
I opened the door, not caring to look through the peephole and see who it was that was standing outside my mansion at nearly ten o’clock at night. I should’ve though…
“Audrey?” My voice didn’t match my reaction. I sounded happy, relieved even, to see her on my doorstep when, in actuality, I was shocked and completely surprised that she was here. She was wearing the sexy little red dress she had worn to the office earlier that day, the same one that had me wanting to push her against my desk, lift her skirt, and fuck her senseless.
“Jameson, can we talk…?” Her eyelashes fluttered against her pale white cheeks, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the dim overhead light. God, she was so fucking gorgeous, and alone, and… I could smell wine on her breath as she spoke and knew something was up. It was dark out, and there wasn’t one fucking car, not even hers, to explain how she had gotten here.
“Are you drunk?” I questioned, eyeing her up. Either way, now that she was here, I would be responsible for her well-being, which meant she needed to come in.
“Come on…” I moved out of the way, speaking without thought of the consequences. She was tipsy, and clearly emotional at this moment. Why on God’s green earth she was here asking to talk to me I didn’t know, but I did know her father would murder me if I didn’t take her in and make sure she was okay, which left me with no other options….
“Fucking Christ!” I growled, catching her small body in my arms before she could make contact with the unforgiving marble floor.
“You smell so good…” she purred, and my cock stirred in my dress slacks. I wasn’t about teasing my cock. When I wanted something, I took it, so knowing I couldn’t give into the craving that Audrey stirred in me annoyed the hell out of me.
“And you smell like a winery… how much have you had to drink?” I cleared my throat, helping her to balance on her feet. She stared up at me like I was the most important person in the world, and truthfully, I didn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise.
“Just a few glasses. I’m not drunk, not really…” Her small hand landed against my tense shoulder, and I wanted to sink into her warm touch.
She’s your best friend’s daughter… No…
“Right, and I am not a billionaire. Come on, let’s get you some water. Then I’ll call your dad and he can come and pick you up.” I took a step away from her, hoping the distance would help cool my heated blood. Then I closed the front door and turned on my heels, heading in the direction of the kitchen.
“Actually, I don’t want you to call my dad… I didn’t come here because I need help…” I could hear her call behind me, her heels smacking against the marble. What did she mean she didn’t need me to call her dad? I couldn’t keep her here with me. If her father found out, my ass would be…
“I want you.” The words made me stop dead in my tracks. What did she say? I turned around without thought, staring down at her. She was so fragile, so perfectly unflawed. We couldn’t be together, and I knew for a fact that she knew that.
“What?” I asked, as if I hadn’t heard her. She bit at her bottom lip nervously, as a soft pink crept up her cheeks.
“I…” Her lips trembled as she spoke. “I want you.” I knew exactly what those words meant, but I didn’t want to acknowledge them, at least right now.
“Okay, then you can stay in the guest room.” Audrey’s face fell, every emotion she was feeling reflecting back at me. I had known for years that Audrey had a teenage crush on me, but that was it. I expected it to dissipate one day. Unfortunately, her working as my assistant at the company her father and I own only fanned the flames of desire.
; “Do you not want me? Am I too young? Not experienced enough?” Tears formed in her blue eyes, and all I could do was stare at her in disbelief. She had to know how beautiful and tempting she was to a man like myself. Fuck, I had beaten off numerous times to the image of her between my legs, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth. I just refused to admit my feelings out loud, because once I did that meant they were real and I couldn’t handle admitting how I felt about Audrey.
Still, seeing her so exposed before me made my heart ache. “What do you want from me, Audrey? What do you want me to do?” I narrowed my eyes at her, knowing that her nipples were hardening with need. I bet her pussy would be soaked if I slipped a finger along her seam.
I stood there staring down at her, wanting nothing more than to remove my tie and wrap it around her wrists, binding her to my bed until the morning light.
“You.” She took an earth-shattering step toward me.
This has to be a set up… Her father… My best friend, Andy. What will he say?
“I want you…. I need you, Jameson.” She licked her lips, her fingers ghosting against the silk purple tie I wore. I couldn’t let this happen, could I?
“What do you want me to do to you?” I fed into her, watching as the flames in her eyes flickered brighter, as if I had just doused them with gasoline.
“I’ve waited forever for you, Jameson, and I know it’s wrong, that we can’t be together because of my father and our age gap, but I saved it… for you…” Her eyes drifted from my lips and back up to my eyes, and I smiled.
I fucking smiled, knowing that she wanted to kiss me because never, not even once, had I wanted to kiss another woman back as much as I wanted to kiss Audrey.
“What did you save for me?” I wanted to hear her sweet mouth say it, because I could guarantee you, she never spoke as dirty as she would when she was with me.