My Brother's Best Friend

by Darcy Kent

  Turning off the shower, I dry her off and we return to the bedroom. Pulling out one of my shirts, I hand it to her and slip into my black boxers.

  Grabbing her hand, I bring her into bed with me and lie down. She places her head on my chest, and I run my fingers through her wet hair. It doesn’t take long before her breathing is soft and she’s fallen asleep.

  *****

  “Daddy, I’m hungry,” Micah yells, jumping on the bed.

  I laugh and let out a yawn, before my eyes widen. Tessa. Fuck. Sitting up quickly, I’m greeted by Micah’s smiling face and an empty spot in the bed where she laid last night. She left?

  “Daddy, come on.”

  Needing to focus on my son and not the fact that Tessa isn’t in my bed, I get up. “Alright, let’s go have some Mickey Mouse pancakes, buddy.”

  He squeals with excitement and rushes off toward the kitchen. After making his pancake and getting him settled at the table, I make myself coffee and it brings be back to last night. Fuck, I hope I didn’t hurt her and that’s why she left. Or, hell, maybe she just wanted to give up her virginity. Both make me feel like shit, and as I look over at Micah, I wonder if I just fucked up the best babysitting gig.

  Part of me wants to call her and see if she’s okay, but I’m not going to do it. She left and whatever that reason was, it was good enough to have her sneak out in the middle of the night. Fuck, I guess the idea of my cock being buried in that tight pussy will be just that.

  I guess I’ll find out Monday morning if she shows up to babysit or not.

  A Night With

  The Babysitter

  Part 2

  By Darcy Kent

  Chapter One

  Tessa

  I left in the middle of the night. Afraid to face Beckett in the morning. Beckett. The man who took my virginity. He didn’t really take it, I gave it to him willingly. It was sensual and surreal. It was something I’d been wanting for some time.

  Of course, I felt it was a teenaged crush. Something he would never even think about. Or actively pursue. I’d seen the way he would stare at me late at night, but I never imagined it would ever happen.

  I dreamed it would. Even fantasized by touching myself late at night in my bed. He was always first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I lay my head down at night. He really is such a good man. The way he is with his son, well, it makes me swoon.

  On my way home in the wee hours of the morning, I tried to talk myself out of the feelings beginning to take root deep inside me. I tried to make me forget about all the late night chats him and I would have discussing poetry, or pottery. We would discuss everything and anything.

  This wasn’t anything to him. It was one night, and I’m sure he’d already regretting everything. I pull up to my tiny apartment complex and hop out of my two-door Sedan. Vera, my roommate, should be up and getting ready for school at this hour. My classes start a bit later, so I usually miss her in the mornings.

  I walk inside, tossing my keys on the entryway table by the front door. I lean my body back against the white door, and scream a happy squeal. Vera rushes out of the bathroom, a red towel wrapped around her long torso.

  “Is everything alright?” she asks.

  “Everything is perfect. Well, kind of. I finally lost it.” I smile, wide.

  Her eyes grow huge, and she comes closer to me, stepping over all the books and magazines in the middle of the floor. Most likely left there from her late-night studying. “It it?”

  “Yes. Beckett and I had sex.” My grin is too big my own face can barely contain it.

  She covers her mouth, her towel slipping a little and she adjusts it higher. “Are you freaking kidding me? Oh, wow. How was it?”

  “Insane,” I say, kicking off the door and moving further into the apartment, tossing my purse on the purple couch we got at a thrift store.

  Vera glances down at her towel. “Come to my room and tell me. I need to get dressed.”

  I follow her, recounting my whole night with Beckett Prince. The way he held me close. His tender touch. His naughty words. Everything, I leave nothing out.

  She hangs on my every word, and I can’t believe it’s all real either. She smiles as I tell her how I feel about him. It makes my chest heavy thinking about it. But, I’m an adult now. I need to act like one. Sleeping with my boss is something I should have never done, and I have to accept the consequences. I just hope I don’t lose this job.

  I love Micah. I love working for Beckett. And I need the money. School and rent are expensive. I can not afford to be without a job right now. My resolve strengthens when I decide I will act like an adult and behave accordingly. Make sure to not mess up again. And, for God’s sake turn off my feelings for the gorgeous man with the dark hair and dark eyes that keep me company at night.

  Vera leaves for school, and after a long, hot shower, I get ready to head off to class. I throw on my jeans and a little white babydoll tee, tossing my hair into a ponytail and I head off out the door.

  Right when I step on campus, my phone chimes. Five words in a text from Beckett stare back at me:

  I need to see you.

  I fire off a rapid message about being busy with school and send it off, worried I may be overreacting. I will have to eventually see him again if I plan to keep my job.

  Halfway through my first class, my mind is a mess of broken thoughts about Beckett. I send another text:

  When?

  Within a few minutes, he answers.

  My place tonight.

  My chest heats up, and a smile travels all over. As much as I want to push him away and pretend I don’t care, I can’t. It’s obvious. But, then, I worry. Is he firing me?

  The rest of my day is spent in misery with looming thoughts of being fired and tossed aside. Not having money for bills, and possibly having to call my parents and beg for some money until I can get a new job.

  The latter upsets me most. My parents never had much faith in me, and never thought I’d make it this far in school. They swore I’d come running home after my first semester.

  Don’t get me wrong, they love me. I’m sure somewhere they want to see me succeed, but they feel I need to lean on them every step of the way. Moving out on my own was a big deal to them, they didn’t like it.

  I guess they just want me to stay their little girl forever.

  Chapter Two

  Sanding on the doorstep of Beckett’s condo, my nerves heighten. I chew on the tip of my thumb nail as I press the doorbell.

  It isn’t late enough where Micah should be sleeping, so I’m not afraid the loud bell will wake him.

  Sure enough, Micah answers the door all happy and innocent. I bend over and wrap my arms around him, hugging him as hard as I can. “Hey you,” I say with a smile on my face.

  Beckett comes up behind him, and my breath catches. He’s so good looking. Sexy walk, complete with a swagger I find appealing. I glance up into his heated eyes. The same eyes that pierced through me as he sank himself deep inside me taking my virginity. He stalls a moment, unsure of what to say until he breathes a sexy, “Hey.”

  “Hi,” I say back as Micah grabs my hand, pulling me further inside the condo.

  “Micah, only for a little bit and then it’s bedtime,” Beckett calls after us.

  “Play. Play.” Micah takes me to the center of the living room and plops down on the floor, with his toy trucks by his side.

  Beckett sits on the couch, a file of papers in his hand with his black-rimmed glasses perched on his perfect nose. He reads a bit while Micah and I play and it’s nice. It almost feels domesticated in a sense. But, I don’t let the fairytale run away with me just yet. I remind myself who I am. The babysitter. That’s it.

  After half an hour, Beckett announces it’s time for Micah to go to bed, and butterflies race inside me. I move to the couch as he tucks Micah in, waiting for whatever he has planned. I hope he doesn’t fire me.

  What if this is what that
was? One last goodbye to Micah, playing with him one last time before I get canned.

  I will myself to stay positive. I fidget with the hem of my blue dress as I wait for him to return.

  “How about that coffee?” he asks in a sexy deep voice that startles me.

  “Oh, ok.” I get up from the couch and follow him into the kitchen. The same kitchen where last night he dined on me like I was his favorite meal. I gaze at the counter where I perched myself last night while he sucked me into his soft lips.

  “Yeah, about last night,” he starts as he grabs two mugs from the cabinet.

  I cut in, “It was a mistake. I’m sorry.”

  He grabs my hands, leaning me back against the counter as he steps closer to me. “Don’t say that, Tessa. I don’t think it was a mistake at all.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief. “Well, what was it?”

  “It was amazing. Losing your virginity, giving yourself to another person. It was beautiful.”

  “But?” I feel a but coming on.

  He smiles. “But, it can’t happen again. I like you. Micah adores you. I can’t lose you as my babysitter.”

  “I agree.”

  He gazes upon me for a while as I heat under his scrutiny. So badly I want him to take me like last night, but I square my shoulders and turn to the fridge to retrieve the creamer. I fish it out, placing it along the granite of the countertop. His large frame towers over me from behind and it takes all my willpower to focus on the task at hand. He slides the mugs in front of me, and I pour a bit of creamer into each cup as he follows behind with the coffee. “Sugar,” he whispers close to my ear.

  For a moment I wish he was calling me ‘sugar’ but I remain vigilant in the task at hand. “Yes, please.”

  I’m being too formal but I can’t help it. He pinches a dash of sugar into a mug and pushes it closer to me. Grabbing a spoon, I stir the coffee and bring it to my lips.

  His hard body is still pressed up behind me, and I push my ass against him. He growls close to my ear, sending shivers cascading throughout my body. I set my cup down.

  “I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste,” he whispers.

  I push my body against his once more. Tingles erupt all over my skin, and my panties grow wet. “I want to taste you,” I say.

  “Oh fuck.” He grabs my hair in his fist, leaning my head to the side to gain better access to my neck where he plants his lips, nibbling and sucking my tender skin.

  I moan as his teeth leave marks, and my hands reach behind me to press along the zipper of his trousers. He spins me around. His eyes meet mine, and then his lips meet my hungry mouth. Once again I’m kissing him, and everything feels right in the world. I want Beckett more than I really understand. All I know is I don’t want this to stop. And my the way he grips me tight, pressing his firmness against me, I don’t think he does either. I hope he doesn’t.

  His lips leave mine, and a smile emerges across his face. “I want you to taste me, little girl. Think you can handle that?”

  “Yes,” I respond.

  “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?”

  I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. “I want to suck your cock, Beckett.”

  His eyes close, his head falling back slightly. His hands reach down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Freeing his oversized dick, he pumps it gently in his hand.

  I watch it grow before my eyes, gazing at the drop of precum glistening on the tip.

  “On your knees, baby,” he demands. His voice is deep, feral with masculinity.

  I do as he says, lowering myself to the tile floor. I peek up to him, his eyes fixed on me. His mouth hangs open, and he sticks out his tongue, coating his bottom lip. He’s sexy and I want to memorize my time with him.

  I don’t want it to end. But, I don’t focus on any of that now. I keep my mind on what’s right in front of me. His engorged dick, and I stick my tongue out and take a swipe, licking up the precum on the tip.

  The minute my hot mouth makes contact with his heated skin, he grumbles and groans. So loud. It urges me on as I make out with his cock.

  His fingers twist in my hair, pulling and tugging my scalp.

  I wrap a hand around the shaft, pumping it slowly like he had done. I match the rhythm with my mouth and take him as far down my throat as I can. I continue sucking him, as deep as I can. One of his hands rests on the countertop ledge as his hips buck, fucking my mouth. He takes control, and I open my lips wider. He thrusts deep down my throat, and tears sting my vision.

  I love the feel of his skin inside my mouth. The taste of him. He holds my head close, as he continues pushing his cock further inside my awaiting mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

  “Fuck yeah, suck my cock, little girl. Keep sucking. That’s right.” His voice is raw and gritty.

  I place one of my hands on his ass, digging my nails into his flesh as it eggs him on. He pumps inside my mouth harder, and I lean my head back a bit. My mouth is wrapped around him.

  “Take my cock deep down your throat. I love fucking your hot little mouth,” he grunts.

  I’m so turned on. My pussy vibrates with need and want for him. I need relief.

  “I’m gonna come. Swallow my come, little girl. Fuck.”

  Hot liquid shoots down my throat and I swallow as quickly as I can, milking his dick with the last of his release. I suck and suck until he’s dry and opens his eyes.

  He pulls his cock from my mouth, and I wipe my bottom lip. I rise up to my feet, and he startles me with a kiss.

  I rub my warm center up against him, urging him to touch me. God, I need his hands on me. My nipples are hard with excitement, and I ache for him.

  He reads my body well, and a smile emerges. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes and I smile.

  “I think it’s too late for apologies now, Beckett.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Take me, please.”

  His eyes search mine, and then he lifts me from my feet and carries me to his master suite.

  Chapter Three

  The sexual energy between the two of us is insane. He lies me on the bed. And I reach my arms out to him,wanting him on top of me.

  He rubs his finger over his bottom lip as he watches me twist and turn on the bed. I’m so turned on, he’s killing me.

  I want his touch more than anything, and I run my finger to the center of my legs where I can’t take it anymore. I need release. I play with myself as he watches.

  “That’s right. Touch your pussy for me. Tell me how wet you are.”

  “Very wet for you,” I say as my finger makes contact with my slippery heat. God, I need him inside me again.

  “Play with yourself for me.” He stands at the foot of the bed, undressing slowly as I finger myself.

  My mind is on fire with possibilities of what he can do to me. And right now I want it all. I want him everyway he wants me. I want him to enjoy himself. Last night he had to take it slow, but I don’t want him to hold back on me. I want him to give me everything he can. Show me what he’s made of.

  To fuck me as a woman he wants most in the world. I continue touching myself, transfixed by his gaze on my body.

  “I want you,” I say into the thin air of the room.

  He steps closer. Moving slow and calculated. His chiseled chest lit up from the light under the doorway.

  I slip a finger inside me and moan. “Please, Beckett.”

  He stops and removes the last of his clothing, the black boxers slide down his legs as his dick juts out and he grabs it with one hand. My eyes glaze over, the desire consuming me is more than I can handle.

  “Is this what you want?” he asks, rubbing his hand up and down his thick length.

  My mouth salivates at the sight. “Yes, please.”

  “Tessa, baby. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He mounts the bed, and I remove the last of my clothing as he does.

  He watches me closely as I remove my bra for him. Groaning when my fingers trace over my ha
rdened nipples. “Show me what I do to you,” I say.

  He moves quick, encasing me in his strong hold. His lips are all over my skin, starting with my neck, ending with my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and I cling to his dark hair. I grind my body against his, needing release soon.

  He rolls my breast with one hand, while nibbling on the other. I don’t want him to stop.

  “I’m not going to go slow tonight, Tessa. I can’t handle it. I need to fuck you raw,” he groans against my skin.