Sugar Daddy (Sugar Bowl #1)

by Sawyer Bennett

  I was comfortable with the gun. Knew how to load and shoot it.

  While my long-distance aim is probably shit because I haven’t been able to target shoot given the illegality of my possession of this gun, I intend to be up close and personal with JT when I use it.

  I won’t miss.

  But ultimately, before I could rashly stalk out of the ballroom and commit cold-blooded murder to ease my pain, Beck was walking back in toward me. His jaw was locked tight, his eyes dull and grim. With a swiftness that surprised me, thoughts of vengeance and bloody death just evaporated, and I was filled with an overwhelming concern for Beck and his peace of mind. There’s no doubt he’s troubled by what he saw, and there’s also no doubt that when provoked, he’s a man who will react quickly and harshly. My empathy for Beck actually overtook my hate of JT, and I was compelled to help ease his distress. Granted, dancing may have been a stupid idea, but it put us in an immediate situation where I could put my hands on him in a calming fashion.

  Where he was tense and still vibrating with restrained anger when he took my hand in his and pressed the other into my lower back, within just moments of us touching each other, I felt his shoulders relax and his breathing even out. Right after that, Beck was inviting me to stay in his home on an indefinite basis and said we were scrapping the entire hoax of a sugarship that we had been perpetrating.

  Then he invited me to cook Thanksgiving dinner with him.

  To meet his sister and niece.

  He was telling me that I was becoming important to him.

  All things that I never imagined I’d gain when I started this quest.

  And once again, I’m wondering if the path I’m on seeking retribution is a fool’s errand when I consider what I can lose. Best-case scenario, I achieve my plans and get away with murder and Beck is never the wiser. We continue seeking a potential happily ever after.

  Worst case, I get caught and spend my life in prison wondering if I lost something that may have had the potential to give me a normal and fulfilled life.

  “You about ready to get out of here?” Beck asks gruffly, his hand rubbing sensuously on my lower back.

  “If you are,” I say as I pull my head off his shoulder and gaze up at him.

  He smiles softly at me, tips his head down, and rubs his nose against mine. “I just really want to be alone with you. Away from all this shit.”

  With a slight tilt of my face, my mouth finds his and I answer with a tongue-filled kiss that causes him to groan and pull me in closer so I can feel the start of his erection burning through our clothes. The adrenaline, high emotions, and sexual longing in his eyes right now overwhelms me.

  “Let’s go,” I murmur, and that’s all he needs before he’s leading me off the dance floor, through the ballroom, and out into the hotel lobby as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his cell phone. With a few quick taps, he dials his driver and merely says, “We’re ready. Pull around.”

  Beck’s hand is tight on mine as we step out into the chilly air. He doesn’t say a word, but just stares intently down the street until he sees the limo rounding the block to pull up in front of us. He doesn’t wait for the driver but pulls the back door open for me and helps me inside.

  Crawling in right behind me, he tells the driver, “You can take us back to the Millennium, but circle the building when you get there until I tell you otherwise.”

  The driver barely gets, “Yes, sir,” out before Beck is hitting the button that closes the window screen that separates us from him.

  Beck lowers himself back on the seat beside me, and I gasp in surprise when he turns, puts hands to my hips, and drags me onto his lap so that my ass presses into his erection and my back into his chest. His arms circle my waist where he squeezes me briefly, places his lips to my ear, and whispers, “I need you right now. Can’t wait.”

  My head spins and my entire body flushes hot with lust brought on not by the compromising situation he just put me in, but by the need in his voice. I answer by wiggling my butt and grinding down onto him.

  Beck hisses, in pleasure…in pain…I don’t know, but then his hands go to the hem of my dress and he roughly pulls the material up my legs, right past my hips where it bunches around my waist. No sooner is the dress out of his way than his hand is between my legs and his fingers are inching under the white cotton lace of my panties. No sooner is his hand in my panties than his fingers are against my clit, dipping inside me, massaging me in and out. My heels punch into the carpeted floor of the car, my legs straighten, and my back arches away from him as the back of my head presses into his shoulder for leverage.

  “That’s right,” he growls as he finger-fucks me, moving his other hand over my chest to pinch at a nipple through the silk of my dress. “I want you to come on my hand, baby. Come for me, Sela.”

  My eyes roll into the back of my head as the pleasure threatens to consume me. His fiery touch, his filthy words, the mere fact he couldn’t even wait until we pulled away from the hotel has me racing toward climax at Mach speed. I vaguely wonder if the driver knows what we’re doing, figure he probably does, and God help me…that turns me on even more.

  “Come on, Sela,” Beck grits out, his stiff cock grinding into my ass from below. “Give it to me so I can fuck you. Please give it to me…I need inside you so bad.”

  And holy shit…I give it to him with a scream that reverberates through the limousine and no doubt that the driver heard that. My pelvis shoots up, grinds against his hand, and an animalistic groan of relief tears free.

  “Oh, fuck me, that’s hot,” Beck says as he continues to rub circles around my clit while I shudder and shake in his embrace.

  My head is still spinning, my body deliciously weak when Beck spins me in his arms, pulling me into a full straddle over his lap so I’m now facing him.

  “Get my pants open,” he huffs out urgently as his hand dives into his pocket for his wallet. I push up on my knees and quickly get his belt undone as he tries to get a condom out, both of our chests heaving with unrestrained fervor.

  “Fuck,” Beck barks out in frustration as he rifles through his wallet. “I don’t have a goddamn condom.”

  My hands freeze and I raise my head to look at Beck. His face is awash with pain and need, and his voice cracks when he looks me right in the eye and says, “Christ…I want inside of you so fucking bad.”

  The sound I believe I hear is my stone heart cracking open even further in response to Beck. I hesitate only a moment before my hands start working again at his fly.

  “Please, Sela,” he croaks out as his fingers dig into my thighs. “Suck my dick…make this ache go away.”

  His zipper open, I pull at his pants, reach into his boxers, and take his cock from the material. It jumps in my hand and pearly pre-cum dribbles from the tip. I stare at him thick and hot and pulsing with need, squeeze him hard, and stroke up and down a few times.

  Beck groans and his head falls back against the seat, eyes squeezed shut tight. “Please, Sela…”

  “Shhh,” I murmur low in my throat as I scramble backward off his lap. “I’ve got you.”

  His eyes open and he watches me with fascination as my knees hit the carpeted floor of the limo and I surge up over his lap. With one hand on his thigh, the other squeezing him around the root of his cock, I take the tip of him into my mouth and suck against him lightly. Beck moans in relief, and the fingers of both hands thread through my hair on either side of my head. He grips me lightly, his fingers pressing into my scalp as a means of holding me steady and not to force action.

  This isn’t the first time I’ve had Beck in my mouth, but it is the first time that I’ve truly wanted him there. The first time in my entire sexual life that I’ve seen the beauty of such an intimate act, and I take my time licking and sucking him so I can savor this experience. I’m torn between wanting to drive him wild and needing to end his suffering. As good as this feels to him in this exact moment, I want it to feel better to him in the next. So I
squeeze, jack, lick, suck, hum, and flutter against his warm skin. I suck down the pre-cum he gives me and brace against his hands when the inevitable time will come that he’ll pull me off his dick.

  Beck is a considerate lover, and for whatever reasons, he’s warned me every time before he’s unloaded. He’s never begrudged my unwillingness to swallow and has seemed satisfied with me stroking him to completion at the end.

  I’m confident he’ll give me the same courtesy here, but he’ll be surprised to find it’s not needed.

  Not now.

  Beck’s hips start to punch upward, seeking more depth. He groans when I go down on him and grunts when I hollow my cheeks against the pull up. He calls my name when I slide my tongue down his shaft and curses loudly when I suck gently on his balls. As I stroke him faster at the base and bob my head with more vigor, Beck sounds like he’s strangling.

  Then comes the slight pull against my hair and he mutters, “Back off, Sela. Gonna come.”

  I grip him harder, take a deep breath, and plunge down so I take him in deeply, move my other hand to stroke the skin behind his balls, and then suck hard on the way up.

  “Holy fuck,” Beck shouts as he orgasms and I nearly moan in satisfaction as I swallow everything he offers.

  I swallow.

  All of it.

  And wish there was more, so I continue to suck against him.

  “Oh, God, Sela,” he groans as I keep squeezing and stroking, running my tongue around the fat head of his cock, trying to find any last droplets I might have missed.

  His hands fall away from my head and find their way under my armpits, and then he’s hauling me up. His dick falls away from my mouth and the next thing I know he’s got me cradled on his lap with his face pressed into my neck. His breath is labored and I can feel his heart thundering under my hand as I lay it on his chest.

  Beck’s arms wrap around me and squeeze me tightly.

  My own heart is racing right along with his and I’m high on the excitement of my new revelation.

  An epiphany that will make me begin to question everything I thought I knew about myself.

  I, Sela Halstead, am not as broken as I thought I was. While I thought Jonathon Townsend took everything away from me, I’ve realized just now that he took nothing. He only warped my perception.

  Granted, I’m still pretty warped, but I learned something very important as Beck was coating my throat with his semen.

  I realized that intimacy is actually something that I could learn to crave with a man like Beckett North and that I’ve only just begun to discover the true potential inside of myself.

  Chapter 16

  Beck

  The alarm I set on my phone goes off faintly, as I made sure to turn the volume down before I went to sleep last night. I didn’t want Sela to wake up, figuring she could use a solid, late sleep-in this morning.

  After we got back from the Sugar Bowl Mixer last night, we ended up burning through three condoms throughout the night, because I fucking couldn’t get enough of her. You would think with the almost seismic nature of the way I came down her throat that I would have been truly replete for the rest of the evening.

  On the contrary, it’s like the flame I had already burning on a steady low for Sela got whipped into a frenzied firestorm, and I couldn’t leave her alone. I fucked her over and over again, my dick proclaiming clearly that it was in deep love with Sela’s pussy. It was ready to move in, take up permanent residence, and never come out of hibernation again.

  My hand reaches out, taps the screen on my phone to turn the alarm off, and I lay silently in the predawn gloom considering my situation at his very moment.

  A naked, beautiful woman on top of me. Sela fell asleep a few hours ago, spread-eagled over my body right after she collapsed from the most recent fuck-fest. I swear…she came, I came, then she pitched forward onto my chest and was out like a light. Not sure what it says about the apparently whipped sap I’m becoming, but I wanted to leave her right there all night. Just let her lie on top of me, and I was ready to call it a day well completed and go to sleep myself.

  But I didn’t because my dick was deflating within her and I had a condom to dispose of. I gently eased out from under her, my cock actually feeling a little overused when it slipped free, and I quietly made my way into the bathroom to flush the rubber.

  After a quick brushing of my teeth, I looked into the mirror and found that the man looking back at me didn’t quite appear to be a confirmed bachelor anymore. No, tonight he had asked a woman to stay on in an indefinite basis in his house. Tonight, Beck North entered into his first true relationship with a woman, and if the quality of the orgasms that were had tonight are any indication of what’s to come between us, I have to think it was a brilliant fucking decision on my part to invite Sela all the way in.

  I padded back into the bedroom, turning the bathroom light off behind me. My first instinct was to slip into bed, roll Sela onto her side, and cuddle into her. I think they call it spooning.

  Instead, I found myself inching toward her on my back, then I was pulling her back on top of me once I got settled. She let out a cute little moan, buried her face in my neck, and threaded her legs through mine. My arms came around her lower back and I held her tight against me. I had no problem falling asleep with her pinning me like that to the mattress.

  This is a nice way to wake up, and if I had the time to do so, I’d slip my hand down over Sela’s ass and play with her pussy for a bit until she woke up. But I don’t have time, because I have to meet JT in an hour and a half and I want to get in before he does to get my thoughts in order.

  Regretfully, I slip out from underneath Sela. She stirs, mutters a sleepy “Good Morning,” and then rolls away from me. I smile, bend over, and kiss her on the back of the head before pulling the covers up over her.

  Then I head into the bathroom to shower and get ready to take on my business partner in what will ultimately be a bitter grudge match between us.

  —

  I’m surprised when I get into the office at 7:30 a.m. that JT is already standing outside my office door and waiting for me. He holds a Styrofoam cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. I’m also surprised to find him showered and fresh-looking without a hint of red in his eyes. I’m thinking extra squirts of Visine went into his appearance, and I know without a doubt this is carefully orchestrated by JT so that he isn’t defending himself from a position of too much weakness.

  He’s showing me that he can present himself properly when warranted.

  “Good morning,” he says in an uncharacteristically humble voice, and it catches me off guard. I expected him to come out swinging with his first words.

  “Morning,” I say as I unlock my office door and turn on the lights. I walk directly to the minifridge hidden under the built-in liquor bar and pull out a bottle of mineral water. “Want one?”

  “Nah, man,” he says as he sits on the couch and tosses the paper down beside his thigh.

  Twisting the cap off the bottle, I take a small sip as I observe JT sitting there, looking at me with clear and regretful eyes. I’m not even ashamed of myself that I think this is part of an act because he knows he’s passed the point of no return with me. At this moment, he’s going to do some hardcore scrambling to save himself.

  I walk over to the chair that sits opposite of him, remembering all too clearly sitting here a little over six months ago looking at a woman who had been roughed up by JT. It appears I prevented that from happening again last night, but how many didn’t I save?

  Now the shame hits me and I square my shoulders with resolve. “This ends today, JT.”

  I brace, wait for him to go ballistic, but he merely nods in understanding. In a calm, assured voice, he says, “You’re right. It ends today.”

  I blink in disbelief, but my defenses come snapping quickly back into place. “Tell me what you mean by that.”

  “It means I’ve got to get myself under control. I’ve forgo
tten how to be a businessman and have gotten sucked into the celebrity of all of this shit. The partying…the women…the drugs and booze…it’s not who I really am. I got off track and now I’m ready to get back on track.”

  Well shit. I didn’t expect this. I had sort of hoped that with the incriminating evidence of last night, I’d have the upper hand on JT and could use it to force him out. I figured he’d never admit to any wrongdoing, try to assure me that I was overreacting, and then we’d have a massive fight about the company.

  I’m not fucking prepared for him to get all mature on me right now.

  “I’m not sure I can trust you to do that,” I tell him coldly, and once again, expect that to really piss him off.

  “I get that,” he says solemnly. “All I can do is ask you to give me another chance. I’m asking you to call on the years of friendship and everything we’ve been through. I’m asking you to consider everything we’ve got riding on this company, and even though I’ve been a complete tool for quite awhile now, at least admit that when I’m on my game I’m really important to our success.”

  Fuck…all true.

  My fingers involuntarily come to my temples and I rub at the headache that’s forming. I wince, look up at him skeptically. “JT…I caught you drugging a woman last night. That’s fucking against the law.”

  “She agreed to it,” JT says quietly while pinning me with a direct stare.

  I physically reel backward from his proclamation. “She what?”

  “She agreed to it,” he says simply and humbly. He’s not gloating…just merely stating the fact. “We had a written agreement. It was a fantasy of hers, I guess. I can get you a copy Monday morning, but that woman wanted to wake up the next morning used and abused. She thought the aspect of not remembering what happened would be exciting. Figured she could fantasize about what might have happened.”