by Ruby Madden
I grinded against him, desperate for him to take me. I wanted him. I needed him. I had to have him consume me, make me feel things I’d never felt before. While I moaned with pleasure, his fingers slid down, making contact with my wetness. He slipped one long finger inside me, while I grinded harder on him. Then, his finger turned into two gliding in and out of me. I moaned louder.
He applied pressure to my mound with his thumb. Then, he inserted another, filling me with a sensation I’d never experienced in my life, both pain and pleasure. I yelled out his name.
“Stand up,” he ordered me.
My legs trembling, I moved to stand, but couldn’t, especially with his fingers still deep inside me, massaging me.
He snickered. “Stand up,” he whispered.
“I… can’t.” I sounded breathless.
He snickered again before removing his fingers.
I grimaced at his sudden movement.
He stood up, holding onto my arms so I wouldn’t topple over onto my back. “Bend over.”
I swallowed hard. What was happening? I nearly fainted at the excitement of it all.
“I want to take you from behind,” he said, making me feel like the densest woman in the world. Why was I questioning him?
I bent, preparing myself for his fullness, my knees shaking uncontrollably.
He moved behind me, forcing my hips to meet with his, teasing me with the moistened tip of his erection. In one swift movement, he lifted me so that his fullness was flush with my tender folds. He slid over my lower lips and teased me, pausing when my teeth clenched. His pace increased at the sound of my moaning. I was his. He could do anything to me and I wouldn’t move. I swore to myself I’d not resist because I wanted it as much, if not more, than he did. Screw the demure woman routine!
He released my hips and took my legs, wrapping them back around his back, resting on the muscular mounds that made up his ass. The top part of my body fell to the floor. The sensations I felt had full control, I couldn’t keep myself from collapsing. I braced myself on the floor, using my arms to hold me up and keep me at the perfect angle for him to enter fully.
Beck’s movements were swift and knowing. He widened his stance, trusting my legs and arms would hold me in place. First, his movements were slow and steady, while he allowed my body to wrap around his engorged fullness. When my body adjusted and I’d caught my breath, he used more force, controlled and centered in his approach. He was priming me for more to come. I could sense it. He never ceased to amaze me. I’d thought that he’d pummel me, if I let him have me, but instead, he was gentle and patient and greedy about what he wanted.
Quicker and quicker he moved in and out, filling me with every square inch of his long, hard dick. I felt like I’d tear with each new movement, but that’s not what happened. Instead, my body adjusted to his size and his rapid, full-throttle movements.
Just when I thought I’d explode, he stopped, leaving me like a rag doll – a shivering, panting rag doll who’d just had the best sex of her life. He left me to remove my legs from the death grip they had on his taut waist and move my body to the floor while I recovered.
My heart threatened to burst out of my chest. I couldn’t slow down what my body was doing. Juices slipped down my thighs. My legs trembled furiously. My hands and arms were numb. My throat was so dry; I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. While I fought to regain control of my spent body, I didn’t notice that Beck had left the room – left me completely alone.
“Where did he run off to?”
It didn’t matter. My brain couldn’t focus on that; it was too busy trying to regain all of my other faculties.
The door opened behind me. I didn’t bother to turn my head to look. I didn’t have the energy.
Beck’s familiar laugh alarmed me.
I spoke with hoarseness in my voice, “Why are you laughing at me? That’s just rude!”
“No, what’s rude is you’re still on the floor and I’m standing here with a massive hard on and I need you to take care of it,” Beck answered in classic Beck style.
“Help me,” I begged.
He laughed again, but obliged, picking me up in one fell-swoop and lying me gently on the bed, facing up. “There you go, beautiful,” he said, taking in my quivering body with his eyes. “Do you need a drink now?”
I attempted to lift my arm to indicate yes, but it fell immediately. “Yes,” I said in my still raspy, breathless voice.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, turning to leave again. I assumed for a glass, but I thought I heard the sound of water running in the distance.
He returned, lifting me again and carrying me out of the room.
“Where are we going?” I asked, afraid that one of his staff would see me in all my naked glory.
He smiled at me, not saying a word.
We stepped into the hallway bathroom.
“What are we doing? I said I needed a drink, not a…”
“Isla, stop talking. Let me take care of you. I’m the one that got you all hot and bothered; let me soothe those aches and pains before we go again,” Beck said, sounding sincere in his own sexy beast kind of way.
I had to admit; a bath sounded good. My body was sore, but in an oh-so-good-way. “Why can’t I use the master bath? Are black women not allowed in your bathroom? Typical, I’m good enough for your bed, but not your…”
“Shut up, Isla! Why are you saying that? If this is the way you’re going to act every time we have sex, I’m going to have to muzzle you because, believe me, with the way my manhood stands at attention every time I hear your name, we’re going to be having a lot – I mean, a lot – of sex,” Beck said as placed me into the warm bath.
All the fight in me left. I allowed myself to sink into the tub and let the water soothe my weary bones. All I could do was think I needed to up my cardio routine because if sex with Beck was enough to make me a raging, breathless lunatic, then I needed to find a better routine.
“There’s a smile,” Beck said, stepping into the tub.
“What are you doing?” I asked, surprised by his attempt to join me.
He squeezed in behind me, wrapping his legs around mine. “We are taking a warm bath. And, just so you know, we are in here because the master bath doesn’t have a bathtub. It’s just a shower and as much as I’d like to have shower sex with you, I figured a bath would be a lot sexier and easier on your joints.”
I was confused as to whether he was poking fun at me or trying to be nice.
“Relax; this is a good thing, I promise,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me to him, allowing me to lean back on his strong, muscular chest.
The way he held me so tenderly made me relax instantly. I closed my eyes as I leaned back on him. He didn’t seem bothered by it. He moved his arms to smooth a vanilla scented soap over my arms and legs, lathering it up on me.
“Stay still,” he said as he continued to tend to me.
There was something so seductive about having this big, burly athlete – the superstar player that he was – taking care of me, moving his hands over me with slow, tender movements.
“I’m going to give you a baby. Right here, right now,” Beck whispered into my hair. “Are you ready?”
I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. “Yes, I’m ready.”
Chapter Ten – Beck
“Hey, everyone! Look who could join us today!” Cole lived for sarcasm. You’d think after years of working together, he’d know how things worked with athletes. Late nights, loose women, and most of us arriving late for practice, except in my case today, there wasn’t a loose woman involved – this time.
“What happened? Did the missus turn you down again last night?” I teased him.
He grumbled as usual and let me pass without saying another word.
Good. I didn’t want to hear anything about it right now. I had a lot on my mind – mainly, Isla. She was doing so
mething to my head and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It’s like she had some sort of power or weird control over me. As much as I tried to think about other women, I couldn’t. What had she done to me? No way could I be whooped already! No fucking way! I was Beck Alexander. Women didn’t own me. I owned them.
“What’s shaking?” Jared patted me on the back as I walked into the locker room. “What did you do last night? Bang a room full of hot bitches?”
I scoffed at that. “Jealous?”
Jared laughed and changed the subject. “So, for real, what’s going on with you and that public relations gal? You really want to get married? I’ve been there, you know. Marriage ain’t what you think it is. Pretty soon, she’ll want to know your every move. She’ll want you to be someone else. Marriage changes people. Ask around.”
I didn’t want to have this discussion, especially with one of my teammates. This one, in particular, had the worst reputation with women. He could get them just like the rest of us, but from what I’d heard, he had like a love/hate relationship with them and women would complain. I didn’t even want to get into what was going on between him and Hannah. The less I knew, the better.
“I’m just trying to get from point A to point B. All the rest will figure itself out,” I said, anxious to change the subject.
He put his hands up. “Alright; I got you. But, if something goes south with Chocolate Sunshine, just remember, I warned you. And, I just might want to hit that when you’re done with her, if you know what I mean.”
The last thing I expected to happen this morning was that I’d be throwing my teammate up against the lockers and threatening his life, but that’s what happened. I was just as surprised by that as Jared was.
“Man, cool down. I was just fucking with you. We’re boys, remember?” he tried to calm me down, but the way he said it, pissed me off more.
“What the hell is going on in here,” Coach Lawson yelled from his office. “Cut that shit out now. We don’t need any of that in here. We have enough problems.”
We managed to get through practice without trying to kill each other, but he had definitely gotten under my skin. That’s proof that Isla was fucking with my head. That never happened before. I had an unwritten rule: never let a woman get the best of you.
“Hi,” Isla stepped out of her office as I walked by.
“Hello, beautiful,” I said, making the receptionist blush. “How’s my favorite girl?” The receptionist blushed deeper, her eyelashes fluttering like a strong gust of wind just hit her in the face.
Isla smiled, looking even more gorgeous than she had when we’d woke up in each other’s arms. “Are you done for the day?” Isla asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I have to go see my attorneys right now though.”
She gulped. “Okay, so what’s going to happen?”
I knew what she was really asking. She was hoping I wouldn’t let them talk me into going to see Cassandra again.
“We’re just talking. Did you want to tag along? Remember, Cassandra wasn’t even home when I got there,” I asked.
It didn’t take her long to agree to accompany me. I was glad. I wanted to spend some time with her so we could talk about things.
I waited for her to close up her office and we went off to the other side of town to meet my attorneys. As I drove, I listened to her tell me about how much money we’d managed to collect for the children’s charity event we held the other day. “So, I didn’t know you were so good with kids,” she said.
I laughed. “Was that a question?”
“The way you were with those kids; it was so sweet. I guess I didn’t know… think…” she started.
“You thought I’d behave like a prick with kids? Wow! I’m hurt!” I clutched my chest, feigning shock. “I like kids. Why would I want to get you pregnant if I didn’t like kids?”
She shrugged. “I was just surprised. Weren’t you an only child?”
I nodded. “Yes; that’s why I like kids. It was just me, my mom, and my grandmother. I always wanted a brother or a sister. There’s just something great about kids. It’s like they are free. They don’t care about how much money you make or what kind of car you drive. For them, they like what you do. They like how you treat them and that’s it. They appreciate things and they forgive.”
Isla’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Wow! Do you have a lot that needs to be forgiven? What have you done? Wait; don’t tell me. I’m afraid to find out.”
I ignored that. She was kidding. At least, I hoped she was. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Well, not to any kids anyway. I’m just saying, in my world, someone always wants something. They think about what you can do for them or what you can give them. Kids just like me for me, you know what I mean?”
She answered, “I know what you mean. You don’t have to be rich to have people wanting to get something from you all the time. Maybe you don’t know this, but women don’t exactly have it easy. Every time we give a little, someone wants us to give more. In my world, if you’re a woman – a successful, black woman – people see you as a meal ticket or someone who has forgotten what it’s like to live the black experience.”
I’d never thought about that before. “Wow, that’s deep. I guess you do know what I mean. Maybe that’s why I like you so much; you get me or we get each other.”
Her eyes lit up. “So, you’re admitting that you actually have feelings for me?”
She had me. “Yeah, can you act like you didn’t hear that?”
It was Isla’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, no chance of that in the forecast. You said it. My mind is like a steal trap. You better ask around, boy! You said you liked me. Damn, you better like me. I mean, I am your fiancée and we are trying to have a baby, right?” Her laughter swelled.
“What’s so funny?” I didn’t get the joke.
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. I worked hard my whole life not to be a statistic and then I meet some sexy football player with a bad attitude and all of a sudden I’m engaged and going to have his baby? What does that say about me?”
I pulled the car over. She was hot when she was confused. I put the car in park, pulled her to me and kissed her like I meant it. Soon, her skirt was hiked up over her hips and my hands were down the front of her panties, feeling that warm, wet place I couldn’t resist even if I tried.
“We’re going to do this now? Here?” Isla asked.
I kissed the top of her head. “We’re going to do this exact thing every chance we get.”
By the time we arrived at my attorney’s offices, all the stress we felt had dissipated and we were properly cemented in the afterglow. I waited in the atrium while my sexy black queen went into the ladies’ room to reapply her makeup or whatever it was women did after they’d had sex.
As was usually the case, emails, text messages and phone calls were coming at me at rapid fire. No one ever took a day off in my world. Someone always wanted something. Always. Day after day, I had people begging me to give them a piece of me. While I scrolled through them, deleting most of them, I didn’t notice the fervor building around me. Sometimes, I completely forgot about my celebrity status. Sometimes, I wished it would all go away.
“Beck, how’s the court case going?” A reporter shouted from the entry doors.
Once again, spending time with Isla made me do things differently. On any other occasion, I would have been flanked by my security team, my assistant, and all the other people who followed me around wherever I went. But today – again – I was traveling without my entourage. Damn!
“No comment,” I said, as I tried to scurry out of sight.
“Beck, can you tell us what your relationship with the D.A.’s daughter is? Were you dating? And, how does your fiancée feel about the fact that you were out with three women?” The reporter was persistent, but that didn’t mean I had to respond.
I started for the elevator, completely forgetting that Isla w
as in the restroom. Just then she stepped out, only to be met with reporters dying to hear her side of things.
“Miss Johnson, how’s your relationship with Beck going?”
“Is there strife in your relationship?”
“How’s his court case going?”
Instinctively, I rushed to her aide, but she had things covered. She assumed an all business stance and began answering questions. I took a position next to her, admiring how strong she was. None of the questions thrown at her seemed to bother her. I didn’t want to think about what the questions were doing to her on the inside. I’m sure she had plenty. In fact, I knew she had more questions than I’d ever have time to answer in my lifetime.
In the most even voice she could muster, Isla spoke directly to the press. “We will not be disclosing any information pertaining to Mr. Alexander’s case or any information in regard to his personal life. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re late for a meeting. Thank you, folks. Enjoy your day.” She turned and nodded for me to follow her to the elevators. The building security finally decided to earn their pay and stood up to provide us an escort.
When we stepped into the elevator, Isla was tight-lipped. I waited patiently, trying to gauge her mood after that debacle. The elevator came to a stop and I stepped forward to hold the doors open, but Isla tugged my arm and pulled me back into the elevator.
“I have a meeting,” I said, confused by her reaction.
“Kiss me,” she said, moving closer to me.
A low growl formed in my throat. “Yes, ma’am.” I planted a kiss on her luscious lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. That was all it took to get me out of my head and get my hands on her ass. I pulled her to me, lifting her so that her feet dangled in the air.
She moaned.
Still holding onto her, I reached back with the other arm and pushed the stop button on elevator control panel. “Screw the meeting. They can wait; I can’t.”