by Darcy Kent
I spread my legs, and he sits up, watching the action. He shakes his head, and lies flat on his back. He positions me over him as he grabs a condom from the bedside table.
I move along his thick thighs as he rolls the condom down his big dick. When he finishes, he motions for me to climb on.
Sinking my pussy down over his length, I go slow at first. Once he’s fully inside me, I begin to rock back and forth as his fingers dig into the sides of my hips.
“Fuck yes. Ride me,” he moans as he watches himself pump in and out of me.
“Oh, Beckett,” I call out. I’m so turned on. His strong hands roam my body and squeeze my breasts.
“I love your fucking tits. You’re so hot.” He slams me down on him and the sensation vibrates through me.
He takes my hands, placing them on my full globes, and I squeeze my breasts, pinching the nipples. He groans out and his eyes widen as he watches me play with myself.
I venture a hand south, rubbing it over my clit as he continues pounding me down on him. Picking up our pace, the fucking takes over and we are two bodies connected by our desire for each other.
We move together through the night, and I catch his glossy eyes watching my body as I ride him. It’s as if he’s never seen anything so amazing in all his life. I love the way he looks at me.
He bites his bottom lip as his hands reach around and take hold of my ass. “Oh, God,” I moan as he squeezes my skin.
“Ride my cock you fucking little girl. Your pussy is so hot.”
My orgasm is close, and my fingers dig into his chest. Feeling and rubbing over each groove and valley of his muscles. His body is a machine as he continues thrusting upward as I slam down on him.
My head falls back, my mouth opens as my climax rushes through me. My skin tingles and it’s a rush of every system firing all at once. I shake and tremble as he continues.
With one hand on my ass, and the other in my hair, he comes hard inside me. He grunts and moans and says my name over and over.
I collapse on top of him, as he kisses my temple.
“Tessa,” he starts, draping my hair over my shoulder so he can see me.
I sit up, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn’t. He just stares at me.
He cleans me up same as last time, and cuddles me before I fall asleep. Only this time, I do fall asleep and don’t rush home before he wakes.
Chapter Four
Micah’s laughter wakes me in the morning. He’s in the kitchen, and I glance over to the other side of the bed and Beckett isn’t there.
Knowing he must be with Micah, I retrieve my clothes and put them on. After a quick trip to the restroom, I make my way into the living room, and spot them both in the kitchen cooking.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Beckett says when he sees me.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Micah mimics.
“Good morning.”
This isn’t the first night I’ve stayed the night, but it is the first time I’ve stayed in Beckett’s bed, with him. I slept like a baby. He held me most of the night until he finally fell asleep and rolled over. I could get used to it.
I remind myself I’m the babysitter, and head off into the kitchen. “What are you two making?” I ask.
“Pancakes,” Micah says, happily.
Beckett shoots me a grin, and my heart speeds up.
“I love pancakes,” I say, more toward Micah.
“Eat with us,” Micah says and I catch Beckett watching me out of the corner of my eyes.
I smile. “Sure.”
After eating pancakes, and Micah watching his Saturday morning cartoons, Beckett and I are left alone in the kitchen, cleaning. I want to ask him what all of this means. We can’t continue sleeping together if I’m here to be the babysitter.
As much as I can say I can keep my feelings out of it, I know I can’t. He’s older. He would never want me. So, we can never sleep together again.
“We have a situation,” Beckett says.
“Yeah, I’m aware. We need to stop.” My mood deflates at my realization that I’ll never have his hands on me ever again.
He blows out a breath as I try to make sense of how to handle my feelings. I don’t want him to see how much this is hurting me.
“I don't want to lose you as my babysitter.”
Ouch. I put on a brave face, willing the tears away. “You won't. I need to get going. I'll be here Monday night to watch Micah.”
I don't remember rushing out of his apartment, or even hear the words he calls to me as I do. But, when I get to my car, I break down.
Tear after tear falls down my face as I drive away and head home.
Chapter five
Beckett
Well fuck. That didn't go like I planned at all. Having Tessa in my bed last night was a dream come true, one that I want to relive over and over.
I need to make this right. I need her to know I want her.
Not only just want her for sex, no I want her with me. A relationship could work.
She isn't that much younger. Maybe just maybe she wants this too. It's worth it to me to find out.
I dress Micah in his jeans and Tonka t-shirt, and set a movie on while I get dressed.
Once we're ready, we head out the door. Without a plan, I head off to the park to think.
How can I make her see that I want more? It's difficult with a kid to think about. I have to put him first and not jeopardize anything with her job. I need her as my babysitter, but I need her with me more.
Fuck, I wish life were easy. That I could just say what I feel without having to worry about repercussions and everything turning to shit. Because, things usually do turn to shit. Sure, I could find another babysitter, no problem.
But, what about Micah? I can’t be the type of man who traipses women in and out of his life. I don’t want him to get attached to someone only to lose her later down the line. I won’t do that to him.
All my thoughts center around what to do about Tessa as I watch Micah go up and down the slide several times at the park. It’s a great day here in the windy city of Chicago, and I want nothing more than to spend it with Tessa by my side.
In the past there had been many times I would meet the two of them at the park after a long day at work. She would smile, and Micah would beg for me to push him on the swings. It was nice. It was something I want in my life. A family.
I think back to the night I took her virginity. How willing she was to offer it to me. How everything in her eyes told me she needed me. God, I want her the more and more I think about it.
Come Monday I don’t know if I’ll be able to contain myself around her anymore.
Chapter Six
Tessa
Monday rears its ugly head, and nerves take over as I make my way to the Prince home. I haven’t seen or heard from Beckett since I rushed out of his condo the other day. I wish I wouldn’t have acted like a child, running from anything real.
I didn’t want him to see me cry. There’s nothing more in the world I want than to be with him. It’s a lot to think about. If we got together, I would be a stepmom to Micah. Am I really ready for that?
Am I up to the challenges of all the responsibility? I chew my bottom lip into my mouth as I stand on the doorstep of Beckett’s condo. Ringing the bell, I worry about seeing him.
But, when the door opens, and he is standing there with Micah beside him, I know it’s exactly what I want.
My smile is huge as he ushers me inside with a small hello. I advert my attention to Micah and focus all my strength in tending to him while Beckett walks around the house gathering his things.
“I might be late tonight,” he says, standing at the front door.
I rise from the floor where I was sitting playing with Micah. Moving closer to Beckett, I smile. “Ok, we’ll be here waiting for you.”
His eye twitches ever so slightly at my words, and he sucks in a deep breath. The air sizzles between us, and I want nothing more than to kiss him before he heads
off to work. He steps back, his hand on the knob and says goodbye. And just like that he’s gone.
When I’m nervous, I clean. I decide to clean his condo top to bottom. It’s not part of my job requirement, and the place isn’t even that dirty. He has a maid that comes every other weekend, but still my energy is unleashed.
I clean the kitchen, scrubbing the counter where Beckett first touched me. My memories flit to that night, and it all comes back to me. The desire pumping through my veins, everything I’ve ever wanted.
Gazing to Micah, I make my decision. I want this. I want to be his stepmother. I want Beckett more than anything, and this is the life I want.
Now if I could only tell Beckett. And if only I could make him want me too.
A plan forms in my head as I cook Micah dinner a few hours later. Seduce Mr. Prince. Make him see he can’t live without me. Make him beg me to be with him.
Hey, it could work. Maybe I’m being a silly girl and I should just fess up and tell him how I feel, or maybe this is the answer I need.
Seduce him when he walks through the door, and give him no other option but to want me. It isn’t anything bad. I know he wants me. The lust pooling in his dark eyes when he stares at me. The way he rolls my name off his tongue when he’s deep inside me.
Even the way he left tonight. The lingering gaze. The soft touches. Everything leads me to believe he has feelings for me. So, whatever his hold up is I will make him see tonight I am all in.
That I want this all the way. The whole shebang. Hook, line, and sinker. He’s mine and I just need him to know that I’m his.
After dinner, I get Micah ready for bed. Once he is nestled snugly in his bed, I head down the hall to the master suite.
I rifle through Beckett’s closet, and find an old worn-out t-shirt of his. I take off all my clothes, leaving just my lacey white panties, and slip on the t-shirt, hooking it through to tie a knot in the front.
My slim belly is on full display, and I decide to watch a little late-night tv while I wait for Beckett to return home.
After an hour, there’s a click and the front door opens. Beckett steps through and our eyes lock. I lean back, letting his eyes rake over my exposed skin.
“Welcome home, Mr. Prince,” I say, running my finger along the waistband of my panties.
“Oh, fuck me,” he growls, slamming the door in his wake.
A Night With
The Babysitter
Part 3
Chapter One
Beckett
Returning home after a long day of work, I wonder to myself what Tessa will be doing when I get there. The mere thought of her has my dick hard in my pants.
The past few times we’ve been together has been a dream come true, but what now?
I won’t pretend to lie when I say I want her. I want that girl bad.
But, she doesn’t want to waste her life away with me when she could do so much better.
I press the key into the lock of my condo, and turn.
Stepping inside, the lights are dimmed and soft music plays in the background.
I step further in, and see her.
Tessa waits for me with, holy fuck, in nothing but black lingerie on.
“Hey there, stud,” she coos and I crack a smile.
“What are you doing?” I ask. Although I should be down on my knees thanking my lucky stars.
“Get over here. Less talk from you.”
I shut my mouth and do as she says.
Her body is bangin’. She’s seriously the hottest piece of tail I’ve ever come across. And, right now she’s seducing me into a frenzy.
And, I’m going to keep letting her. Because right now, there’s nothing on this planet that I want more.
My cock strains against my zipper, begging to be released.
She sits on the couch, her legs up against the back, her pussy in clear shot. Fuck, I want it.
“On your knees,” she says.
I love this girl’s aggressiveness. It’s hot.
Lowering to my knees, she swings her legs around and lands them on top of my shoulders. Hot damn.
I gaze into her smoky eyes and say a silent prayer I can do this every night with her.
Kissing a trail up her leg, I run my tongue along her smooth skin. She moans as I inch higher up her leg.
“I love your outfit. So naughty.” I pull at her panties, pushing them to the side. With my tongue, I trace circles around her clit as her fingers tug at my hair.
I could get used to coming home from work every night to this.
She smashes her pussy against my face, and I continue sucking along her slit. Fuck, she’s incredible.
Her hot heat grinds and grinds as she moans into the night. My hands dig into her ass, gripping as hard as I can as I feast on her.
“Make me come, Beckett,” she cries out.
And I make it my mission to do just that. I work her little cunt like it deserves. Treating this virginal pussy with everything I have. I lick and suck, as her hips push harder.
The rhythm is just right, not too fast, definitely not too slow. Her breathing is all over the place, and her moans intensify.
She’s close, I just know it.
I keep going, never letting up not even a little bit for my girl. She’s hot, and oh so fucking worthy.
Her pussy vibrates along my tongue. “I’m coming,” she cries out.
Chapter Two
Tessa
Having Beckett’s lips on me is what I want. I need to let him know I want this for real. Not just some late night hookup when he gets home from work.
I want him to see me as more than a piece of ass. And, I definitely want him to see me as more than a babysitter.
He needs to see me as a possibility. As someone he can have a life with.
As soon as he lowers my legs, and my breathing has returned to normal, he rises to sit next to me on the couch.
“Tessa, you’re amazing,” he starts.
And I feel the worse coming. I suck in a breath, holding it and waiting for whatever it is he has to say.
“Yes,” I urge.
Before he gets a word out, he smashes his lips to mine. His mouth opens, and I slide my tongue along his.
He grips me hard, and moves me to straddle his lap. “Damn, I want you. You have no idea how bad,” he whispers against my mouth.
Our eyes lock, his hands plunge into my hair as I feel his hardness pressing against me.
“Show me. Make love to me, Beckett.” I worry about my words after I say them.
But, the longing in his eyes fixed all on me, makes my heart stammer in my chest.
“I want to make love to you,” he says before kissing me.
It’s a deep passionate kiss. One I’ve always dreamed of sharing with him.
He picks me up, carrying me back to his bedroom. Placing me on the bed, he takes a step back to stare at me.
Goosebumps erupt all over my skin, causing me to blush as well.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers as he climbs on top of me.
I reach my arms out, running my fingers lightly down his sculpted back. I want him to be inside me. For the rest of my life.
He hovers above me, his manhood on fire shining through his eyes. His gaze makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
He kisses me, hard and passionate as he bumps his body against mine.
I wrap my legs around him, my nails scraping through his hair.
“Fuck, little girl. I need to be deep inside you.”
“Please, Beckett,” I beg.
He sheaths his dick in a condom, resting the tip at my entrance. Entering me in one steady push, I moan out in ecstasy.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of him inside me. I may be young, he may be my first but it’s something about him. Something real in the way he gazes at me. His mouth hung open a bit, the hunger in his expression. Even the arch of his brows makes me know he wants me as much as I want him.
He moves his dick in
and out, slipping and pushing. His hand reaches down to fondle my breasts. His thumb and index finger squeezing and tugging at each nipple.
“Your tits are so fucking hot. Play with them for me.”
I reach both hands up, massaging my breasts as he watches. His hands grip my hips, digging into the skin, pushing me against him harder.
He slams into me, pushing deeper as he groans out my name.
“Oh, Beckett,” I cry out as I feel my orgasm coming close.
He doesn’t let up, he just keeps his steady tempo as he pushes and pushes.
I want more, I lift my hips and his dick hits the perfect spot.
He reaches down and plays with my clit, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure.
I squeeze my nipples as my orgasm courses through me. It doesn’t stop as I cry out his name over and over.
He smiles and then crashes his lips to mine as my orgasm drums through me.