Craving Sugar

by Elena M. Reyes

  “So, what is it that you do, Beau?” Marsha’s question caught me off guard as I’d been listening to the men talk.

  “Student at the moment.” Taking a sip of wine, I tried to find the right words to help her understand. Sometimes people didn’t grasp, or they failed to be sensitive toward children with different needs from the norm. “I’m studying to become a teacher, special education being my area of focus.”

  “Really?” Her eyes brightened. The reaction was one I’d seen a time or two. “Our four-year-old son was diagnosed with Asperger’s last year. It’s been quite an adjustment, but once we had solid answers to our questions, we worked quickly to help him.”

  “Good. The younger children with Autism are diagnosed, the better.” Our main dishes arrived, served family style. A seafood pasta dish in white clam sauce, house special lasagna, and a risotto scampi. The servers went ahead and served a little of each on our plates and refilled our glasses.

  James cleared his throat then, his conversation with Hendrix forgotten. “Why do you say that?” he asked, waving his fork in the air before twirling pasta. “Just curious, because his doctor said the same thing, but he’s looking at him from a medical point of view while you see the educational. Help him with life skills.”

  “You just answered your own question, James.” Hendrix placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed, but I ignored him. If he expected me to sugar coat or kiss ass when it came to this subject, he would be disappointed. Parents needed to hear the truth. “He sees him as a patient, while I see a kid who wants to thrive. Autism doesn’t define him. There is no such thing as a normal child. It’s our job as educators to work with the parents and help them figure out what works best for their little one individually. No two children are alike, and we treat it as such—the one thing that is focused on both in school and at home is structure.”

  “That’s what his speech and behavioral therapist have both said.” Marsha placed her hand atop her husband’s. “We’re working toward a daily system to help him move from activity to activity without added stress.”

  “And that’s a great start. They do so much better once a routine is set and enforced. Helps them know what to expect and feel comfortable. Sudden changes can be difficult to process, especially when young, but you help them adjust each time. Re-invent that schedule a million times if you have to, but I promise the payoff is so worth it.”

  “You are going to be an incredible teacher.”

  “Thank you, sir.” I blushed at James’s comment. “If you ever have any questions or need a second opinion and it is in my capacity to do so, I’ll be glad to help.”

  “Thank you, that’s very kind of you.” His eyes moved toward my “boyfriend” with a smile. “And Hendrix?”

  “Yeah?” There was a tiny, miniscule bite to his tone that I caught. No one else did as they continued to eat, but I was worried. Had I ruined this dinner?

  James wiped his mouth and took a sip from his glass. “I’ll have the paperwork drawn up first thing in the morning. Shouldn’t be hard to pass at all...just leave it to me.”

  “Thanks for the help.”

  “Thank your girlfriend for being an intelligent and kind young woman.” Again, his hand on my thigh tightened while I sat there stunned. “Beau has a good head on her shoulders, from what I can tell, and is with you. That speaks volumes, and I’m an excellent judge of character.”

  At that moment, I felt used. Had he known about their son?

  TWENTY

  Hendrix

  Sunlight filtered through the curtains late the next day, rousing me from sleep. My eyes adjusted to the intrusion and I looked over at the nightstand, a bright red light confirming it was twenty past ten. I’d never slept in this late.

  Not since college.

  Nymph lay beside me on her stomach, one leg raised up with her hand resting below her cheek. Adorable with a hint of sexy once you looked lower and realized, she wasn’t wearing anything but a threadbare tank top and cheekies.

  At once, I was hard. Throbbed beneath the cotton of my lounge pants.

  Eyes set on the swell of her ass barely covered by the blanket, I pulled out my cock and stroked myself. Up, then down with a twist. Thumb across the slit, I spread the drop of pre-come there and used it as lubrication.

  There was no denying that I was horny as fuck.

  We’d gone straight to bed after dinner with the zoning commissioner and his wife. Two of the most uptight people I had ever met, and yet, they were putty in Beau’s hands.

  Hung on to her every word as if she were a goddess who had come down to reveal the secrets of the universe.

  It was both amusing and frustrating to sit back and watch as she took over dinner conversation. Poised in her answers, she was precise and informative. Helpful and admirable. Motherfucking gorgeous when in her element.

  It had been lovely until we got in the car and silence descended upon our bubble.

  Not a word. Not a single look.

  Beau was angry with me, and I had no idea as to the why.

  Another stroke while I kicked my pants off. Let them fall off the edge of the bed in my haste.

  The more I watched her in that restful slumber, the more I wanted—needed to connect with her. Desecrate her beautiful skin with my marks. Be balls deep inside her warmth and make this right.

  There was one truth we couldn't deny no matter how much we disagreed on everything: together we were combustible. A volatile explosion of lust that dominated our senses and made rational thinking near impossible.

  Beau sighed in her sleep and switched positions once more. This time, she had both legs straight, just spread wide enough that I could settle between them without waking her up.

  I lowered my face to her panties and brought her sweet scent into my nostrils. “Fuck, nymph. Smell so good, baby.” A tiny moan escaped her, and she moved again, just a small gyration against the mattress that, had I not been behind her, I would’ve never noticed. My fingers traced the edge of her underwear, from the curve of her ass to her hip, and stopped at the enclosure on the side. Ribbon crisscrossed over her flesh as if it were a corset—holding the delicate lace in place.

  Before I could stop myself, I pulled on one string. More skin. So soft.

  Peeled it back and over her cheek. Then the other side.

  One tug, and she would be bare to my eyes.

  “Hendrix,” she whimpered and gave a subtle arch to her lower body. Even in her sleep, she thought of me. Wanted me as I did her body.

  Beau’s lower body rose up, and I didn’t waste a single second of the opportunity. I removed her panties. Again, she stirred, mumbled something that I couldn’t quite make out.

  Sleep was starting to evade her, and I needed inside her heat before she could push me away—continue with that I’m-pissed-off bullshit from last night.

  Parting her ass cheeks, I exposed he—let a trail of spit run down her puckered hole and onto the head of my cock, using the swollen tip to spread my saliva over her opening before burying myself to the hilt in one deep thrust.

  Her body at once bowed into itself, a scream caught in her throat.

  A warm rush of wetness coated me on the second pump of my hips, and I groaned in her ear. “Morning, nymph.”

  “What do you think…Jesus, Hendrix.” Beau tightened around my length, but I wasn’t having it and spanked her. It had the opposite effect, and my naughty girl bucked. Pulled me all the way out, only to push back on my dick.

  I stopped moving and let her fuck herself on my length.

  She rose up on all fours and worked me. Gyrated—motherfucking rode me hard. Her wetness now coated my inner thighs. I could hear just how soaked she was—it only added to the perverse hunger I held for this woman.

  One of her tiny hands reached below us, and the tip of a finger grazed my heavy balls. My eyes rolled back. Every muscle in my body locked down tight in anger. In how she drove me insane to the point of forgetting who owned whom.

  Beau�
��s signature was on my contract.

  She did as I said.

  Mine.

  With large hands, my fingers grabbed hers—extended them out, and brought her small body flat down to the mattress. Covered her with my own sweaty flesh.

  From head to toe, we were one.

  “Don’t fucking move,” I growled out, my teeth at her neck, scraping from collarbone to the area just beneath her ear. My hips pumped in and out; this time taking my pleasure without caring about hers.

  Selfishly.

  Unmerciful. One hand on her hip, I dug my nails in. Every cell in my body tingled. This girl pinned beneath me was crying out things that made no sense.

  “What was that, nymph? Repeat,” I demanded, bringing the hand on her hip beneath her. Circled her clit twice, and enjoyed each spasm of her walls on my length. “You want to come?”

  “Please.” A nod, followed by that keening sound from the back of her throat that drove me wild.

  “Fucking beg me.”

  Her body seized. “Never.”

  “Have it your way, then.” I pulled out, ready to spill my seed on her back when she flipped the tables on me. Brought her hand down to her pussy and inserted one…then a second finger, deep into her core.

  Pumped in and out a few times while I watched.

  Another low moan.

  Her slickness could be heard while she rubbed tight circles over her clit.

  I snapped, lost control, and without a single shred of care slammed into her tight, wet heat. My teeth found her neck again just as I stroked into her a second time, and she clamped down.

  It was wild. Sexy.

  Seeing her at the height of her release brought on my own. Without control, I spilled into her pussy and held myself inside. Spurt after hot spurt mixed with her slickness.

  The entire room smelled of us, and I liked it.

  She fell back asleep after a few minutes, but I didn’t move a single muscle. Beau didn’t complain about my weight on her, and I just couldn’t make myself move.

  She felt too good.

  “Good morning,” I called out, walking into the kitchen, and heading straight for the coffee machine. It was late, way past twelve when I woke up to an empty bed and cold sheets.

  Silence greeted me.

  Beau was there, sitting at the kitchen island eating some kind of noodle soup. Beside her bowl was a bottle of hot sauce and a cut lime, which I know I didn't buy.

  Did not look appetizing at all.

  “Are you going to ignore me?”

  Nothing. Not a peep.

  What I got instead was her rising and placing her half-eaten concoction in the sink. Her ass encased in a pair of skin-tight yoga pants was all I saw while she walked past me and out the door.

  Won't deny that my eyes ate her up. That my mouth watered. But past all that, I was pissed at her for ignoring me.

  Keeping me at bay.

  I followed her out and into the living room. Caught that tight little ass before she could sit down, and brought her against me.

  Every curve fit perfectly against my harsher planes.

  “Let me go,” Beau hissed out, her nails digging into the skin of my wrist. “Now.”

  “No.” I sat down with her on my lap, her back to my chest. “We need to talk, nymph. I don't do well with this ignoring bullshit.”

  Hackles raised, Beau tried to stand up, and that timeI let her. Watched as she paced the length of my living room twice, before turning her blazing green eyes on me. “Did you know? Did you use me last night to seal whatever deal you’re working on?”

  “Are you kidding me?” I laughed, finding the irony in her ire more than amusing.“Let’s not be naïvehere, Beau. Mutual exchange of benefits, sweetheart. Or did you forget?”

  “No, I haven’t, Hendrix.” The extra bite to my name caused my dick to twitch, a slight jerk in my thin lounge pants she caught. Rolled her eyes at.“I’m not ignorant to what you both forced and committed me to. I get that you need me in certain situations to create a buffer, but at the very least, have the decency to tell me so. Do notput me in a position where I am caught unaware—unsure as to whether I need to shut up and smile, or engage. Be considerate, you jerk.”

  She turned to walk away and toward the windows, made it to the glass before I was pressed against her hot flesh once more. Let her feel me and how hard that little speech made me.

  My lips found their way to her neck andpeppered her with kisses.“I’ll concede to that request on one condition.”

  A low, keening moan left her as I nipped the skin.“Depends on what you want? It’s getting awfully exhausting always giving and not getting much in return.”

  I ignored her petulance.

  Ignored that ridiculously sexy pout.

  That minute shift of her hips against my cock.

  Lips at her ear, I exhaled.“Come away with me for the weekend. Let me show you how nice I can be when inspired. Let me spoil you,nymph.”

  “Don’t know if that’dbe such a good idea.”

  It wasn’t a flat-out no—I could work with.

  Turning her around, I picked her up. Forced her tanned legs to wrap themselves around my waist. Small fingers held onto me—dug in to my shoulders for leverage, while I walked us back to the couch, sitting down with her now straddling me. Her heat right over my throbbing dick.

  Once situated, I tilted her chin so our eyes could meet.“Apologies aren’t my thing, sweetheart, but I’m trying to convey that I appreciate what you were able to do at dinner with James and his wife. You were beautiful, poised…compassionate.” I kissed her chin, then lips with a soft brush of my own.“I’m in awe of you, Beau. Couldn’thave been prouder to have you on my arm that night.”

  A beautiful tinge of pink touched the apple of her cheeks.“Nicest thing you’ve said to me. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” Pulling her in closer, I let her snuggle into me, kissed the crown of her head.“So, will you? Let me take you away this weekend and pamper you, nymph.”

  “No need to spend money on me, Hendrix. I’m just as happy to stay in…we can Netflix and chill.”

  “What does that even mean?”

  “Google it.” She giggled, her tiny body shaking above me.“How do you not know what that is? Old man needs a few lessons in—”

  Beau couldn’t breathe as my fingers dug in, tickling her. Breathless, she tried and tried to push me away to no avail. Brat thought she could call me old and get away with it?

  I tickled her mercilessly until she almost fell back onto the floor.

  And that’s when it hit me. Her words before asking that we stay in.

  Not to spend money on her.

  But isn’t that the point of being a sugar baby? To be taken care of and spoiled?

  TWENTY-ONE

  We couldn’t leave for my home in the Keys for another two days, and the holdup wasn’t on my behalf. Not because of a business meeting or my presence being requested somewhere else.

  No, it was all because of the sinful woman sleeping to my right inside the cab of my truck.

  First, it was her mother and sister, they demanded her presence so she could take care of her niece for a night. Something about having plans that couldn’tbe changed—her father’s job had some company party they were all attending.

  Beau had little to no choice and slept in her apartment that night. Pissed me the fuck off, but I wasn’t enough of a total asshole to not understand that her nieceneeded her. Wasn’t the child’s fault that no one else thought about hiring a sitter.

  Sadly, I had a feeling they did that to her often.

  And second, she had a massive migraine the day after. Debilitating and nausea inducing pain, that forced her to hide in my bedroom for the entire day. Blinds closed, she slept most of the day, only staying awake long enough to take her medication and eat.

  That, or she hid in bed watching some atrocious reality TV show.

  I had no control of either situation and didn’t like that. Made
me feel useless; I couldn’t help her.

  So, instead of being a massive dick and forcing her to do my bidding, I packed a bag and carried her out to my truck still half asleep that morning. We had a bit of a drive, and she could use that time to rest.

  It wasn’t until we were about twenty minutes from my home that she stirred. Stretching her limbs; a frown formed on her face.

  Beau blinked, cringingat the brightness invading the pickup’s cabin.“Too bright,” she groaned, bringing a hand to her face as a shield.“Close the blinds, Hendrix.”

  It took everything in me not to laugh. How had she not realized we were inside a moving vehicle?

  “Open your eyes, nymph.”

  “No. Still hurts a bit…sensitive.”

  “For a quick minute, Beau. Just so I can explain.” At that, she turned her head in my direction and peeked at me through long lashes. Three seconds passed before I saw the clarity of our situation dawning on her.

  Green eyes widened almost comically, her hand now covering her mouth.“What did you do?” That’s what I heard, but the anger coloring her tone said I’m going to kick your ass first chance.“Where are we? And again with the kidnapping…really?”

  “Babe, calm down.” That term of endearment slipped, but thank God she was too preoccupied with being kidnapped to comment on it. I needed to get a better handle of my filter around her.

  Stop confusing our situation:

  We were not together in the classical sense. This relationship was based on money, and the use of her pussy when I pleased.

  “How dare you, Hendrix. You cannot harvest my organs. These kidneys…” she hissed at me from between clenched teeth,hand covering the general area where that organ was“…are not for sale. No, means no.”

  “Umm.” I had nothing after that rant, was just mute with what I knew to be a look of horror on my face.

  “You will have to kill me first. Don’t blink…” Beau trailed off while making a slicing motion across her neck.