Let Me Be Your Hope (Music and Letters Series Book 2)

by Lynsey M. Stewart

  I casually picked it up and placed it on my lap under the table before opening it up and smiling at the words.

  When can I be your distraction, Dawson? You never answered me.

  I had to put my hand over my mouth to stop the grin.

  I knew I couldn’t reply verbally without causing eyebrows to twitch, so I took my notepad, placed it on my lap, and wrote a brief message before pushing it towards her.

  Meet me outside at 10:30.

  I saw her read the note and watched her lips move into a smile as a small giggle escaped her perfect mouth. I purposely didn’t look up. I continued typing, only glancing to look at the clock and mentally curse when it would be another fifteen minutes before I would walk out of the office and wait for her in the car park.

  At exactly 10:30, she pushed her chair back, stood up, and pulled her cardigan around her shoulders. I followed exactly ten seconds later.

  I found her at the other end of the building in a small alcove with an overgrown wisteria hanging down in full bloom. If I’d had my phone, I would have captured a picture. Fuck, she was beautiful.

  ‘Hey.’

  She stood with her hands on her hips. Her stare didn’t leave me. Her confidence was amazing. Nothing fazed her. ‘Where’s my answer?’ she asked.

  ‘Here’s your fucking answer.’ I grabbed her with both hands and pushed her back against the wall. She gasped but soon met my lips as hard as I met hers. I wanted to pull down her trousers, the ones that fit her arse perfectly, and feel if she was wet and ready. If we were anywhere else, I would have done it without a second thought. I pulled back to study her face. Her bright green eyes were so striking against the brown hair that was falling in waves across her shoulder. I lifted it and held the weight in my hands as she pulled me towards her by my shirt.

  I let her hair trail down her back and ran my fingertip across the skin beneath her ear before kissing and marking her, claiming her as mine. I left a love bite. I was devouring my student in an alcove of an old school and I had left a love bite on her neck. I had never been so scared and so turned on in all my life.

  ‘I want you so badly. I’ve wanted you from the moment you dropped your coffee down me. Did you do that on purpose, Dawson?’

  ‘No, but it was a stroke of bloody genius. I can still remember the lace of your bra and the bump of what I hope is a piercing.’

  ‘Yes,’ she whispered, her breath completely depleted. ‘Pierced.’ She pointed to her left breast. ‘And the bra? I’m wearing it today.’

  ‘Fuck,’ I panted, pulling her blouse away from her waistband and scrunching it in my fingers. My other hand trailed up the bare skin of her stomach, and I swear she gasped as her head fell when I pushed my thumb underneath the cup.

  ‘Meet me later. Come to my place. Anything. I need you,’ she whispered into my ear.

  I nodded into her neck.

  ‘We need to be careful,’ I replied like a fucking idiot.

  ‘Careful? You’ve just given me a love bite in office hours. I’m going to return to my desk with it glaring like a neon light on my pissing neck, and you’re going to return with a tent pole in your trousers.’

  ‘Stop talking. It’s not helping my situation.’

  We smiled as I dropped my eyes to the bulge in my trousers. How was I supposed to stop that? How could I turn it off? I was feeling reckless enough for the both of us.

  ‘I’m being serious,’ she replied.

  ‘Let’s stop being serious. You’ve only got a few weeks left before we can do whatever we want. But tonight, I need you.’

  ‘Yes. Fuck, yes,’ she replied breathlessly as I kissed her neck, nibbling the delicate bones and notches beneath her chin and across her collarbone, circling my fingers across the curves of her body that I couldn’t take my eyes from.

  She asked me to give her a thirty-minute head start before I left the office. She wanted to gather herself. I assumed that meant she needed to buy condoms, so I spent the time sitting on my hands imagining her straddling my lap until the clock hit half five.

  I was on autopilot driving to her flat and nearly let out a whoop of joy when I saw her waiting at the main entrance.

  ‘The buzzer’s playing up and I didn’t want to miss you.’

  She was wearing a black skirt that flared out above her knees. Her top was a deep red that tied around her neck, and as soon as I saw it, I immediately started to wonder when I could undo the knot. Office Abi was gorgeous, but out of hours Abi was something else. She wore heels that made her legs look even longer, and they were teasing me, tempting me to run my hand up them and part them to find out the colour of her underwear. I was hoping for black lace. Maybe, those hot as fuck knickers I saw on a mannequin in town the other day.

  Bedding. I was buying bedding…

  ‘That top looks good on you,’ I said as I ran my finger along her collarbone.

  ‘It looks better off me.’

  ‘I bet it does.’ I reached behind her neck and pulled on the knot.

  ‘I don’t fuck on the first date,’ she teased.

  ‘The fact you’ve used the word fuck tells me you do.’

  ‘That may have been a lie.’

  ‘Abi…’

  ‘Jamie…’

  ‘Let me fuck you.’

  She took my hand and strode in her heels through the entrance of the flats like she had been born with them strapped to her feet. She was so confident. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  I had lost all ability to speak. The lifts were straight ahead but she took me to the fire escape. Fuck, I could read her filthy mind. As she climbed the stairs in front of me, I was rewarded with a flash of her knickers. Lacy shorts. Get in. But not just any shorts. Bright red lacy shorts. Holy fuck, thank you.

  ‘Abi, I can’t take it. Stop. Please. Let me see those fucking shorts.’ A jumbled rush of words spilled out and that feisty, beautiful girl might have even blushed a little. She casually lifted her skirt and flashed the top of her thigh. Totally on purpose—I didn’t need that flash of thigh to tell me I needed her. I needed her now. I needed to feel that thigh under the grip of my hand and her fucking heel on my shoulder.

  I grabbed her round the waist and pressed her against the wall. She ran her hand down the front of my chinos, cupping me until she could feel my erection pushing painfully against the zip. ‘Shorts,’ I managed to growl out.

  She pulled up her skirt slowly until those red shorts were on full display. ‘This won’t change anything between us, will it?’

  ‘Fuck, Abi, it will change everything.’

  ‘I don’t want to lose you. You’re important. So important.’

  ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

  ‘Touch me,’ she gasped.

  I didn’t need telling twice. I moved my hand teasingly across her pussy, up across her waist, then up to the tie around her neck. I loosened the knot until it dropped down of its own accord, resting on the curve of her breasts.

  ‘Tell me you’re wearing the matching bra.’

  ‘Fuck, yes. Always matching,’ she panted as she reached round and pulled my head back to her. I kissed and nibbled and bit down on her neck. The more she gyrated and circled her arse into my cock, the harder I bit down and sucked. ‘I can feel you. Push me against the wall and fuck me.’

  Fucking hell, she was a dream.

  She was shouting softly, moaning wildly, and gasping as my hand pulled down those little shorts, exposing her to me for the first time. My fingers found her clit. She was already wet, and as I looked down, I caught a glimpse of her perfect pussy. She was bare. Of course she was. And her perfect pussy perfectly glistened with her perfect fucking arousal.

  ‘What do you want, Abi? My fingers, my mouth or my cock?’

  ‘All of them. All of it. Fuck me, please.’

  Fuck.

  I undid my fly and pulled out my hard cock. I didn’t undo my trousers. If anyone caught us, I could shield her quickly. She wasn’t for anyone else to see. Just me. M
ine. Holy fuck. I let out a moan from somewhere so deep as she circled her finger on my wet tip.

  ‘Let me see you,’ she whispered. She turned to me, slowly dragging her eyes down to my cock. ‘You should be proud,’ she said smiling, her bright eyes flashing with mischief.

  ‘You ready to take me on?’ I replied as I flicked the nipple piercing that had taunted me for weeks with my tongue. Magic. It produced a moan so explicitly sexy I was ready to come down her thigh.

  ‘You think that’s going to scare me?’ She licked her tongue across her bottom lip, wiping the attitude from her words and turning everything serious. ‘I’ve got bigger vibrators.’

  She held my cock in her fist and started circling her hand. Everything felt so good. Christ, there was that moan again. I didn’t know I was capable of making such guttural noises, but her hands squeezing around my cock with the slightest pressure certainly seemed to think it warranted a noisy rasp of appreciation.

  After clearing the stars from my eyes, I started to laugh. I believed her. She probably had a bedside drawer full of naughty and under bed storage full of dirty that was just too much for the naughty drawer.

  I was digging my fingers into her thighs when she pushed me back to kick off her heels. ‘Leave them.’

  She bent down and stepped out of the red knickers that were fast becoming my favourite things. I laughed as she circled them around her finger before draping them on my standing-tall-as-fuck erection.

  I took a condom from the pocket of my trousers and quickly pulled it down and positioned my tip to her wet pussy. In one thrust, I was inside her. I threw out a moan before steadying myself.

  ‘I’ve been waiting to hear that noise come from your mouth for so long, and fuck, I caused that sound.’ She spoke low and quiet but I heard every word. ‘Moan into my mouth again.’

  And—fuck—I did.

  I looked down at the flash of red around my cock that I knew would cause friction of the best kind. This was fucking dirty sex—quick and intense because you just can’t stop yourself. This was all sorts of magic meeting perfectly to make sexual fireworks.

  She watched as I got lost inside her, her eyes looking down at my cock like she had to memorise every pulsing vein. She bit her lip and rolled her head back, touching me with her fingers just above where I was buried inside her. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  I could feel every drop and every lift of her shoulder, which made me want to push into her harder and faster until we both crashed against each other.

  I increased my pace and increased the stirrings inside me.

  ‘I think it’s time we re-evaluated our professional relationship,’ she gasped.

  ‘Fuck me, Abi, we’re so far beyond professional.’

  We heard a crashing door slamming high above the spiral of stairs. She put her hands over her mouth to stop the laughter. We were still, but my cock remained inside her. Her laugh flicked across my tip and down my shaft, so I had to hold it together before I came without the need to move.

  ‘Dawson, I don’t care if the queen of England is walking down those stairs. Fuck me like we’re never going to see each other again.’

  ‘Hold on to the wall,’ I said on a grin as I drew my cock out, turning her and then slamming back into her. I was sure I heard her whimper. I repeated the motion just to be sure. Yep. A whimper.

  ‘Make me fucking come.’

  She felt so good I knew I wasn’t going to last. Her pussy was squeezing me and I felt my cock swell. It was the best fucking sex I had ever had.

  ‘Fuck, Abi. You feel so good on my cock.’

  ‘Say it again.’

  ‘You feel so fucking good.’

  ‘You can’t begin to imagine how many times I’ve imagined this,’ she gasped.

  ‘I can,’ I grunted.

  ‘From the very first moment we met,’ she breathed out. ‘I’m going to come. Holy fuck. Fucking fuck.’

  ‘Come for me,’ I said as I pinched her with my trembling fingertips, holding on too tightly but not tightly enough.

  I could feel her thighs contract under my fingers. I could feel her pulse on my tongue. Fuck, she’s going to kill me. I’d never be the same again. This woman—amazing. Beams of light escaped her. She was so many perfect things wrapped up in one. I couldn’t even begin to try to describe her. One word was flying around my brain, jangling around and free. One fucking word…

  Mine.

  I was so close. Her dirty words, her perfect tits in my hands, and the feel of her squeezing my cock were the last things I remembered as my orgasm ripped through the walls of my stomach and down deep into my balls. She shouted out at exactly the same moment and, fuck me, we’d just had perfect come at the same time movie sex.

  After we made it into her flat, it took us all of thirty seconds before we were on the bed, Abi writhing underneath me. I was breaking records for the shortest refractory period in the history of mankind. I loved the way she gave herself to me. Normally so controlled, Abi was more than happy for me to take the lead. She closed her eyes and tilted her head towards me wordlessly saying, ‘Take me, I’m yours.’

  ‘I lied about having bigger vibrators. I don’t know why I said that,’ she said as she traced circles on my arm. We’d been caught in a pattern of orgasms and sleep until the early hours of the morning.

  ‘What?’ I laughed, vaguely remembering her comparing my cock to naughty items in her bedside drawer. ‘Oh yeah. Not a great thing to tell a man before his first performance.’

  ‘I know. I can’t help myself sometimes. The other week, we had a seminar on the impact of trauma on the brain. Sitting in that room, I realised that over the years, my neural pathways must have formed something resembling a trench allowing bravado and sarcasm to be my first reactions. I should have told you your cock was the most magnificent thing I’d ever seen. It’s not often I’ve thought that about a penis. The whole setup is usually quite unappealing if you look closely enough. Aside from being gigantic, yours is also pleasing to the eye. Almost pretty.’

  ‘Pretty? I can honestly say it’s never been described like that before.’

  ‘How has it been described?’

  ‘I don’t think anyone has ever appreciated it as much as you,’ I replied with a wry smile. I turned her towards me, held her face in my hands and kissed her lips. ‘I think we were destined to happen. Written in the stars. I’ve got a pretty cock and you’ve got pretty eyes. Isn’t that astounding? So much in common.’

  ‘We’re weird, aren’t we?’ she laughed as she traced her finger across my stubble.

  ‘Nope. Completely normal.’ I settled into our embrace and felt her breathing slow down as the power to sleep took over her body.

  ‘I feel safe with you,’ she said, breaking the contented silence.

  ‘Safe?’

  ‘I feel like we’ve been here before. Does that freak you out?’

  ‘No, not at all.’

  ‘Why does everything about us feel familiar yet totally unknown?’ I kissed her head, unsure of how I could answer such a big question. ‘You do things to me. Huge, life changing things. You make me feel…’ Her words trailed off.

  ‘Feel what? Tell me,’ I said as I put my fingers under her chin and lifted her face towards me.

  ‘Like I could be loved.’

  ‘You’ve never been loved before?’ I asked, completely bewildered by this almost confession.

  ‘Never.’

  This amazed me. Everything about her amazed me. My eyes trailed from her collarbone, which I was beginning to adore, to the flushed skin across her chest. The pink tone had gathered speed, and so had the pattern of her breathing. I watched her chest rise and fall, her eyes dilate, and I knew then that she was just as affected as me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Abi

  Then.

  We spent the weekend cocooned in a delicious repetition of sex, cuddling under the duvet, Jamie’s mouth on my pussy, my lips wrapped around his cock, a combination
of the two at the same time, and showers that may have involved more mind-blowing sex.

  He made my toes curl, but in the good way where you are hovering on the border of crying and laughing as you climb the hill to orgasm release mayhem and dig your toes fiercely into the bed.

  By Sunday afternoon, I had studied every part of him. If I’d had an assignment based on the perfect facial features and body of my practice tutor, I would have passed with first class honours.

  He had the type of face you never grew tired of looking at. It was angular and perfectly proportioned, but his nose had a slight kink to the side where he had obviously broken it at some point. My insides crumpled as I thought of imaginary scenarios of rugby tackles gone wrong, or bar brawls where he’d happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. His mass of brown hair could never make up its mind if it was going to be tame and styled or wild and free. It was often curly and unruly, so I looked forward to guessing what it was going to be on my way into work every morning.

  ‘Good weekend?’ he asked with a smile as I arrived at the office

  God, his smile. His mouth. That wonderful mouth.

  ‘Amazing. Thank you for asking,’ I replied, my thumbnail against my lip to hide my grin.

  ‘We need to meet this morning. I have to talk to you about an additional assignment before you leave.

  I watched him curiously, unsure if he was continuing our masquerade of normality or if I really did have to add another assignment to my already long list.

  ‘Sure. Is now OK?’

  ‘Let’s step into Neil’s office.’ No one looked up from their desks, turned their heads, or took any notice. I felt sure that sex and pheromones were floating around me, shining out like a rainbow aura.

  He closed the door and motioned for me to sit. As he crossed his legs, he flashed his purple and pink stripy socks. They looked so perfectly out of place with his brogues and chinos. My eyes moved up his body and towards his tanned arms peeking out from under his short sleeves—so toned and sculpted.

  ‘Sorry to drop this on you when you’ve only got a few weeks left, but I’m sure you can work it into your schedule.’ He handed me a folded piece of paper. I slowly unfolded it, feeling my smile reach my lips, my eyes, my cheeks, every fucking where. ‘Tell me what it says. Read it to me.’ I detected a slight hoarseness to his voice. The same hoarseness that I heard when he was thrusting himself into me or when he was telling me how beautiful I looked with my mouth wrapped around his cock.