by Rebecca Lee
His scent was in the air made and it made my body hot, even from ten paces.
That confident, carefree smile of his, sealed the deal inside me. I wanted him badly.
He put a large tray with two covered plates on the table. When he bent over I saw his tight athletic ass push out from his jeans. The guy was a physical dream boat in every way my naughtiest fantasies could conjure.
I was more dressed up than him. I had on dress slacks and a frumpy holiday sweater with a snowman stitched down the middle. Both were from his mom's closet and neither were very flattering.
“Won't you join me?”
I stood motionless disbelief in how much more I was enjoying this than the past few years of my life. I hadn't been swept off my feet my whole life.
I was too busy selling myself to the highest bidder.
He poured me a glass of a dark red wine and we made our way to the couch. We sat down together and fell back into a relaxed comfort. I laid my head on his left shoulder. He had the side of his head on top of mine.
“Don't leave. Let's make Christmas last year-round if it's going to be like this.” he said in a soft, almost poetic voice.
“I don't want this to end. I am not hungry though,” I said.
“What?”
I ran my hand to his crotch.
“Oh. I see, ” he said with a smile.
Something triggered inside Tyler when I reached for his already stiff cock. The poor guy had probably been fighting the urge to ravage me all day.
“You know I want you,” he said softly into my year.
I hadn't let go of his throbbing member and I wasn't about to. I wasn't going to let the torrent of what we were feeling come to astop.
He'd proven himself to me. I needed his touch.
He grabbed my wine glass and hurled into the fire. He did the same with his.
In what felt like an instant I was in his arms and being carried up the stairs, making a quick left to his small simple bedroom.
His eyes were glued to mine every moment.
Chapter 22--Tyler
She had the most beautiful body. I went to pull her out of her slacks, but she insisted on doing a strip tease.
“I want to see your cock get even harder than it's been all day,” she said. “Do you like my body?”
“It's perfect Beth.”
“Play with your cock.”
“Here. Let me.”
In an instant, she was engulfing it. She slurped and pit all over it licking it up and down like a refreshing ice cream cone.
Her breasts were perfectly round even when she leaned forward. The best I'd ever seen.
I buried my face in them as she rode me again and again. It wasn't until the fourth time did she let me be on top. I bucked inside her barely pulling loose in time to leave a heaving load up her tight stomach and between her sweating breasts.
Chapter 23--Beth
I felt like a real and enchanting woman. The way he made love to me. His eyes were always attentive to every emotion conveyed in my breathing. The way he'd make those deep long passionate thrusts of his penis inside my wet vagina. He'd hold, shift his hips, pull out, then thrust back in deeper yet.
And those loving things he'd say to me about my body and the way I made him feel. “You have the most beautiful body Beth. I love the way your skin feels against mine. You make me feel like I can conquer the world just being with you.”
Tyler was nothing short of an epic lover. He was every bit as amazing as he was an hot and sexy unattainable hunk.
He wanted me. Only me. It was in his breath and the beat of his heart against my chest.
By the fourth go around, I knew he was determined to be better each time. Just making me orgasm three times when he had his mouth on my pussy wasn't enough for him. He wanted four. If he got four, he pushed for five.
He was so giving and attentive. I was addicted from the first time he took my naked body and pushed me off into intoxicating ecstasy. Nothing else would ever compare. I knew it immediately.
He was so relentless it never gave me time to contemplate what love would be like if it weren't he and I.
But in the recesses of my mind, that reality lurked. We were on borrowed time.
*
“Oh my God Tyler!”
He was lifting me like I was a vase of daffodils, he did it so easily.
My breasts quivered and slammed against his beautiful face while he bounced me on his cock. Each bounce he pushed inside me created a sensation that made my entire body go limp with pleasure. When he'd pull out of me, I'd again feel my toes buried into the bed on either side of him.
“Oh Beth, I wanted you from the very beginning. You are so fucking sexy.”
He pushed me back onto my back and attached his lips to the underside of my neck. I felt my knees pinch against my nipples. My feet pushed into his ribs. He was so big that even with my feet creating barrier he easily pushed deep inside my pussy.
He let out one final deep groan of pleasure and I felt myself fill up with a glorious injection of his sperm.
Instead of falling off, he slid down flat on my perspiration soaked breasts and kissed them like they were the only thing keeping him alive.
*
“When I was young, I knew a man like you. His name was Brad,” I said. “He loved me and I loved him. But his parents never approved.”
“Well you're in luck, my parents are dead,” Tyler was trying to keep the mood light.
We laid face to face in his bed. The fire coming from the far wall was flickering out and the room had become chilly. We rubbed each other and kissed, then fell asleep for little blissful chunks of time. All the while our naked bodies entwined as we kept each other safe and warm with our body heat.
“Tyler, that's not funny,” I said.
It actually was sort of. But humor wasn't what was called for when I was sharing the biggest part of my darkest days of life.
“I was homecoming queen at our little high school. Brad was a parochial school kid. But he fit right in. He came to all our functions and dances. But the night of the homecoming game, when I got crowned, he wasn't there. I didn't even have to hear why. When he called a couple days later, I already knew. The poor girl with the family just barely out of the trailer park wasn't good enough for his family.”
“So you became the hard boiled lawyer because of that?” Tyler asked.
“Is there anything wrong with that? To be hungry to prove something to someone. To prove they made a mistake?”
“No. Except, this Brad I am sure could give two rocks whether you are partner at a law firm or working at Piggly Wiggly stocking shelves,” Tyler said.
It hit me at that moment that he was right. It is a truth I never stopped to consider amid all the plotting and intense work to get to where I was at. My dream of partnership was at hand, but I realized I never fully understood why I was doing it.
Before I could answer, Tyler slipped out of bed and threw on some jeans. I felt my mouth water at the sight of his torso. It looked like that of an elite MMA fighter or something borrowed from the statue of a Greek God.
I caught my breath and thought of how fortunate I was to have him pleasuring me.
“Tomorrow is Christmas and I am too excited to sleep,” he said.
I laughed but he looked at me without any hint he was joking.
“Beth, being with you and sharing our feelings changed everything for me. I'll never look at Christmas with a negative eye again,” he said.
He buttoned up his dress shirt and threw on a layered ski coat.
“The truth is, people can make Christmas what they want. It's a personal thing,” he said. “I was bitter all those years because I never was able to celebrate it my way. But I was able. I just didn't. I had that choice and I didn't choose to do it my way. It's no different than all of us.”
“What are you saying Tyler?”
“I am saying we need supplies,” he said. “I am going to town. And I am saying you a
lso have some work to complete. The files are in the home office, last door down the hall to the right. I'll be a few hours.”
He left the room and I was left with a big choice. I knew he didn't care about the money from the estate. But I didn't know if he wanted me.
I was scared. I knew that it came to choices with a lover, a man like Tyler West had as many as he wanted.
Chapter 24-- Tyler
“I talked to your aunt. Said you had some problems with credit cards,” Beth said, dispensing with any greetings.
She was back dressed in full lawyer wardrobe. Since she didn't have any clothes of her own, she must have borrowed more from my mom's collection. And she acted like my mom too. The authority figure who seemed to take pride in lording over me with the next scolding.
“She also said you were obsessed with getting rich,” she said.
“What do you think Beth?”
“I think that this estate money needs to be put away for safe keeping and I am not sure that should involve you,” she said.
I so wanted to tell her everything, but I wasn't about to compromise my beliefs. I wasn't going to say something to seek approval. Not from her. Not from anyone. I kept my “everyday people” website development idea to myself.
It was a billion dollar idea and I already had an offer for almost ten million to sell the beta program and the patent.
But I could have cared less about the money. I cared if she really did give a damn. I cared if she would love me unconditionally.
I was obsessed with testing that with every woman I was interested in. I was giving Beth the most rigorous test I could dream up.
Would she look past the myth to see the man?
It was up to her because I wasn't going to go out of my way to sell her on anything. Not a chance.
“It's your call on that. That's why they put you in charge,” I said, making sure she knew I was unconcerned about it either way.
“I got you something,” I said changing the subject.
“A fruit cake?” She smiled and shook her head. “I got you something too. Look outside. A snowman just like my sweater. I used some olives to make the silly smile.”
I was so into her and couldn't take it anymore. I had her in my arms and the tenseness of moments before was gone.
“Not the paper. Tyler no!”
I pushed aside a couple of carefully organized piles of paper sitting on his desk.
Her dress was off and her panties pealed to the side before I could say another word of protest.
Chapter 25-- Beth
He was animal and there was primal intensity to the way he attacked my pussy on that desk. First with his mouth, then his fingers, then his massive cock.
I yanked at his shirt, hoping to see that sculpted chest above me as he rapid fired inside my hot box.
But I lost control of my arms. I let them flop down to my side. He gripped both my hands with his, in a show of gentle love amid the wild torrid pounding. It was wild, chaotic, and totally breathtaking.
*
“You've given me the greatest gift of all. You want me for me and never asked for anything return. I've never felt so free,” Tyler said to me on Christmas afternoon.
We fucked one more time as the sun went down. I crawled out of bed and saw water dripping outside from above the windows.
I looked back at my gorgeous perfect lover sleeping soundly in his bed.
I didn't know where we would end up. But my plan wasn't changing. I had to go back to Florida. I'd put too much into my goal to turn back now.
I gathered my red cocktail dress, shoes, and overcoat from the guest room. I returned to his bedroom And for one final look. He was still sleeping soundly and still in the same position. He was my fantasy, but that was all he was. And reality called.
I grabbed his cell phone. I needed a taxi.
Chapter 26-- Tyler
I heard noises from the front foyer area.
I ran downstairs and saw her walk out the door. She carried a few folders in her right hand.
“Beth?”
She turned and looked, acting surprised
“Do you love me? I'll stay if you do,” she said.
I felt like I was going to erupt. Bullshit. It was total bullshit.
“What does that mean? We could have a good thing going here,” I trudged down the last few stairs to meet her at the open door.
“Brad wouldn't tell me he did either,” she said before slamming the door behind her.
I felt dead on my feet.
She had made me feel like every moment was the most wildly exciting thing in the world. But I wasn't going to lie and say what she wanted to hear just to get what I wanted. It was against everything I believed to be right.
Chapter 27--Beth
Tyler was right.
I was assured I was going to be partner. All my dreams came true. And then some.
When I got back to my hotel, Andrew was there.
When he told me the news that I was voted a yes and it was because of my fine work on the West Estate, we kissed on the lips. I thought I was thanking him. But I also still had feelings for him. I was still competing for him.
“I am leaving Shawna,” he said.
“I heard, but I heard it was the other way around,” I said, turning for the bathroom of my suite, but really just looking for proper distance.
Being right next to him at that moment wouldn't have been right. It would have sent the wrong message. I wasn't going to be the available other woman subject to his whims.
“I know you know about Gabrielle,” he said. “But this is hard for me to admit. I was using her. I wasn't going to let you be the other woman. I wanted to protect you. Shawna thinks it's her. We're done. Me and Shawna, but also me and Gabrielle.”
I froze, suddenly feeling like we had a chance. I didn't give the ethics of what Andrew did any deep consideration. I just loved the idea of winning. I loved how great it felt to be that important to him. I turned and looked at him, holding myself up against the door threshhold of the bathroom.
“I got us this,” he said holding out a key. “It's a condo. In Miami Beach. One key for you and one for me. It's an address with my name on it. I want to add your name. If you'll have me?”
I reached out my hand. It hit me I had one more stop to make before I left Philadelphia.
*
The twenty sixth was more autumn or spring like. Everything was suddenly brown outside the West mansion. Where before there was pristine clean white snow from an artist rendition of a Hallmark card, by the time I was ready to head south, there was just mud.
Christmas in the north, as I grew up to know it in the paintings and in movies, was gone.