From the moment I’d opened my father’s front door, I knew. I knew it would be electric between us.
We walked to the middle of the dance floor. Beck placed his hand on my hip, and his warmth penetrated my dress. Slowly he lifted my palm and put it on his chest, right over his heart. I felt the steady beat beneath my fingers.
He was so damn hot. When we entered the banquet hall, stares from certain women didn’t go unnoticed. When Eddie accompanied me to events, he received compliments, but not dagger-carrying stares from other women of color. These women wanted to know what a man like Beck was doing with a black woman.
Leaning my head on his chest, I closed my eyes as our bodies synched with the music. He smelled so good, his body so hard and lean beneath the designer tuxedo.
In my line of work, I’d met so many men with husband potential. I had chosen Eddie because he didn’t represent my everyday life. He wasn’t a professional man, but we had fun together in the beginning.
Beck was the same—somewhat. He had a professional career. Yet I could be me, and he didn’t care that I wasn’t perfect.
However, fun wasn’t enough to keep couples together. My profession got in the way with Eddie, and he’d found another woman to replace me. How hadn’t I seen that coming?
Beck caressed my back in a way that said he sensed I was reminiscing about the turn of events my life had taken. He led us through the song as I replayed the last few weeks of my wretched life.
It wasn’t all bad, come to think of it. Somehow, Beck had taken my life by storm. He’d found a way to make me feel alive, as if a light had been turned on, illuminating all my dark corners.
He made my broken ego feel desirable and wanted again. He gave me excitement but took away my fear of being left alone and the lingering pain Eddie had caused me. It terrified me. The emotions I had for him were confusing and came too quickly.
The little break we’d had wasn’t enough time to sort through any of those emotions. God, I’d missed him so much during that time. He was back and confessed he’d missed me also. He said he wanted me. My brain had to catch up with my libido to make any sense of it all. Sex couldn’t be the magnet, we had to have something deeper and more meaningful, or it would be a repeated cycle—sex and fun with nothing in between, the same that I’d had with Eddie.
What I craved, besides sex, was intellect, a connection with my man, and, eventually, true love.
But I wouldn’t explore that tonight. Tonight we needed to reacquaint ourselves, to let whatever happened happen.
The song ended, and I looked into his kind, warm eyes. He leaned in and gave me a tender kiss. My insides exploded.
He grinned that crooked smile I’d grown to appreciate. “How much longer do we have to stay? I can’t wait to tear that dress off you,” he said in a low, sexy voice.
“Long enough for me to say goodnight to Stella,” I replied breathlessly.
“Need me to tag along?”
“Yes. I’d left you alone, and Lisa got the nerve up to approach you. She won’t get a second chance.”
“Are you jealous, baby? I didn’t know you even noticed her.”
His words slid over my body, making me moist. “Lisa and I have butted heads over work, not men. She is spoiled and uses her clout to get what she wants.”
“If it came down to it, would you butt heads over me?”
I narrowed my eyes playfully. “Beck, don’t make my claws come out. Under my classy glamour lies a bitch that’s not afraid to show her ass.”
“With any luck, I’ll uncage both your sexual energies tonight.”
“Be careful what you ask for, bae.” I smiled. Slang wasn’t something I used often, but I love how it made Beck blush.
“Shit… we need to get out of here, like, now,” he said, and dragged me behind him.
“Hey, be patient,” I said.
I glided over to Stella with Beck in tow. She’d attended the party with Easton. They were childhood friends, and when one didn’t have a date, the other would step in. Personally, I felt Easton had a crush on Stella but knew he wasn’t in her league.
He had an excellent job as a computer technician at Channel 11, but he was nerdy, awkward, and not the yang to Stella’s yin.
After a brief introduction of Beck to Easton, I pulled Stella aside while the men talked.
“Hey, girl, Beck and I are leaving,” I said.
“Wait—so soon?” Then Stella grinned. “Okay, girl, go handle your business.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Stella. We’re just ready to go. It’s been a long day for both of us.”
She put her hands on her slender hips and smiled. “I get it; you’ve been together all day. And I saw how Lisa was eyeing him like the last chip in the bowl. She gets on my nerves, doing that desperate act.”
“Technically, Beck isn’t mine. But he has told me what he wants.”
“And I bet he wants to do you, sweetheart. Don’t throw him away out of fear.”
I inhaled. “We shouldn’t be moving so fast, Stella. Instead, we should get to know each other on a deeper level. I don’t want another situation like Eddie.”
She grabbed me by the arm, taking me further away from Beck and Easton’s earshot.
“You better live for the moment, Abbie. But if you are that unsure of your feelings for Beck, then why worry about Lisa? If you didn’t care for that man, you would stay at the party and let him hold up a wall or get with Lisa.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I hate it when you are right. I’m going home to get to know Beck better. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You do that. And Abbie—don’t have any regrets.”
I paused. Would I have any regrets? I hadn’t so far. Making a cross with my fingers over my heart, I said, “I won’t have any regrets.”
I grabbed Beck away from Easton. As we walked to the car, it occurred to me that I was single, and so was he. This might not be the perfect situation for my abandoned heart, but the appeal of Beck was changing my mind. My heart went crazy when his arm circled my waist.
“I can’t wait to get you home.”
His low growl was sexy when I pushed against his hard body. “Drive fast,” I replied.
*****
We were barely inside before Beck was on me. His kisses were so addictive—he was addictive.
“I cannot wait to make you mine,” he said. “All fucking mine.”
“I am yours.”
The space between us was tight, but I managed to get his zipper down far enough to pull his cock free. I gripped him and slowly started to stroke up and down. He pushed my dress up past my breasts, massaging them and pinching a nipple, which nearly sent me over the edge, then swiped my thong to the side before slowly lowering his mouth to mine. We had to get to the bedroom before I lost control and rode him, giving him my all, right on the living room floor.
The sound of our heavy breathing and skin slapping echoed in the hallway to my bedroom. The aroma of our sex filled the air around me. I’d made up my mind by the time of my first orgasm—I was willing to take the risk. I was ready to make Beck Pavlov mine.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Beck
I had been with a lot of women in my adult life, but I’d never tasted pleasure this sweet. Every woman had a unique flavor and scent. Abbie’s juices had a delicate sweetness, with honey undertones, and a tangy edge when she came. I wanted to create more of those flavors tonight.
I pushed her up against the wall, holding her there while I trailed my lips down her body. I fastened my mouth over her sex as I drank her in, enjoying her taste. It was just as I remembered.
I pulled my mouth from her pussy, and she shuddered. Her chest rose and fell with quick, heavy breaths, and she rested her head against the wall. I parted her thighs, and I loved the view of her pretty pussy in front of me. Soft brown skin surrounding a pink, glistening inside. So fucking sexy.
I wanted to be on top of her, behind her. I wanted her entire body lying o
n me. But only after I’d finally fucked her. I kissed my way up her body and caught her mouth. Wrapping my arms around her, I carried her to the chair at the end of the hallway.
I lowered her to her feet. “Turn around for me,” I whispered in her ear.
Abbie didn’t question me or hesitate to do as I’d asked. She turned around, leaned into me, and wrapped an arm around my neck. The move arched her back and pushed her ass into my swollen cock.
I gripped her waist. “You’re so sexy, baby. Kneel on the chair.”
She braced her hands on the arms of the chair, leaning over the cushion. I released her and pushed my trousers and underwear over my hips. They hit the floor with a soft thump.
My cock, straight and hard, jutted to attention.
Abbie looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Is that for me?”
I licked up her spine, starting from the small of her back, not stopping until I licked between her shoulder blades, where I placed soft kisses on the nape of her neck. She shuddered.
“All for you, baby.”
“Oh, Beck.”
“I’ll be able to get deeper if you kneel.”
She made a sound of desire and then knelt. I was so hard it hurt. My cock was thick and heavy, bowing away from my belly.
I reached up and took her hair down from the neat bun. Abbie shook it out. It fell down to her shoulders in dark spirals.
“Spread your knees.”
When she had, I stepped back and removed the rest of my clothes. I didn’t want anything covering her luscious body. I surveyed the taper of her waist, the flare of her hips, and that perfectly rounded ass. Then trailed my fingers over the areas I’d surveyed, delicately.
Taking my time, I slid my hands back up her inner thighs. Abbie arched her back. I guided my cock along her opening. Once I was slick from her juices, I pressed the head of my cock inside her.
“Oh…” Abbie’s head dropped forward. “Yessss.” Her voice dripped with pleasure and hiked the urgency pulsing in my blood.
I didn’t know how long this position would help me stay in control. I kissed the back of her neck while I pushed into her. I would’ve loved to look into her eyes while we drove each other toward ecstasy. But I’d dreamed of having her this way for too long.
Abbie pushed against the chair, and her body eased closer, forcing my cock deeper. Pleasure gripped me, and I closed my eyes and dug my fingers into her hips.
“Ah, Abbie. Fuck, you’re tight.”
She eased forward, pulling me out, then pushed against me again, taking me deeper. Her walls closed tightly around me. Damn, it was beautiful.
I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back. “You feel amazing.”
Her forehead fell against the chair. “You feel… unbelievable. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
I thrust, and my cock went deeper. Abbie gasped. Her head came up, hands fisted on the arms of the chair. Damn, I wanted to see her face.
I turned her head to kiss her mouth. She gave back, erotically, sliding her tongue over mine. I bent my knees and eased out, dragging against her tight walls.
Abbie’s groan transitioned into a curse. “Damn, Beck.”
I contracted my ass muscles and drove in again. Again, Abbie arched, gasped, moaned. She was way out on the edge, shivering with her unreleased orgasm. Every sound she made pitched higher as she neared the peak.
“Too much?” I asked.
“No. Don’t stop.” She released one hand from the arm of the chair and reached back to dig her fingers into my hip. “It’s so good.”
I pulled her hand from my skin and put it back on the arm of the chair, covering it with mine, then wrapped my other arm low around her hips and held her still as I thrust slow and deep.
She gripped my entire length, and I lost my mind. My body swirled with pleasure until control slipped and I surged deeper, faster.
A high-pitched sound came from her throat, then my name came in a forced plea. “Beck!”
My knee was used as leverage on the edge of the chair, the other leg on the floor for balance. I pushed up and in, up and in, hard, deep. Abbie arched her back, her head went back, and she cried out.
“Please,” she said. “More.”
Instead of giving her more, I pulled slowly from her tight grip. The release allowed blood to rush into my cock, and an unexpected wave of ecstasy plowed through my body.
Using my knee, I pushed Abbie’s legs wider, then reentered her body with a quick, shallow thrust until she growled out, “Please. Beck.”
Her pleas gave me power, and I drove into her hard, fast, and deep, over and over, keeping my mind averted from the orgasm rushing at me. Abbie rose fast, her body rigid. Pleasure drifted from her throat in a desperate sound, then cut out as she hit the peak.
A monster orgasm. Her muscles contracted, and her body went rigid, jerked, and shivered. But it didn’t end there. The orgasm went on and on, racking her body with wave after wave of tremors.
I stilled and let the pleasure wash over her as I caught my breath. Her walls finally loosened, giving my cock a break from the relentless hold. I rested my head on her back. The chaotic beat of her heart in my ear made me smile.
I pressed both hands to her breasts and scraped my teeth over her shoulder. “One more, baby?” I asked between pants. “Can you give me one more?”
“Are you serious?”
I tweaked her nipples and pressed my mouth to her neck, then I started to move again. She whimpered but rocked with me. Her forehead dropped against the chair, her fingers clutching and releasing the arms.
I wouldn’t have to wait long—the overwhelming pleasure building within my body, the way Abbie moved against me, the sounds of pleasure she made, the taste of her skin.
I wished I could make this last and last. She was so damn delicious. Completely, radically luscious. And I wanted more. More than just sex, more than just tonight. Dammit, she’d gotten under my skin. Something basic and primal expanded inside me. Sweat dampened me, and I shook with the growing need for release.
I slid my hand up her back, gripped her neck, and added pressure until her chest was pressed against the cushion of the chair and her ass was angled higher into the air. On every full, slow thrust, I fisted her hair, reveling in her sounds of deep, dark pleasure.
“Oh, so good.” Her voice had grown tight, and her hips pushed against me harder.
Her pussy closed around my cock like a tight fist, squeezing, breaking my control. Abbie’s cries of pleasure filled my head, and I let go. My orgasm slammed through me—pure bliss bursting in my balls, blasting my cock, and radiating down my legs, up to my chest.
My brain shut down. No thoughts passed, only sensations. Waves of deep, staggering feelings I never wanted to stop. That was when another orgasm hit Abbie, and she pumped me with that velvet pussy, jerking what I could swear was another mini-orgasm out of me.
I used my arm to keep us both upright. I’d never had the mythical multiple male orgasms, and always believed it was a legend. But not anymore. Abbie bent her knees, and I sank down between her thighs.
My cock slid out of her slick heaven, but I kept my forehead on her shoulder as we both drew quick, jagged breaths.
“That was,” she murmured, “amazing.”
I couldn’t think, much less respond. All I wanted to do was float in this sweet euphoria longer. I ran a finger down her spine lightly, and she sighed. The sound made my mouth quirk in a smile.
Joanie wouldn’t cuddle with me after sex. All I wanted to do with Abbie was hold her close, feel her body fit the length of mine.
I carried her to the bedroom, and her arms stayed locked around my neck as I snatched the decorative comforter from the bed to lay her on the fresh crisps sheets. Then I went to the bathroom and wet a face towel with warm water.
Abbie lay on the bed naked and sated. I sat beside her and began to clean the mess between her legs.
My hand shook as I cleaned her. Condoms didn’t leave a mess.
Crap! I had forgotten to wear a condom and fucked Abbie bare. I never had sex without a condom. Even with Joanie, I wore a condom. Unlike my mother who chose to remain clueless, my father hammered safe sex into us boys the day we gained our first chest hair.
My heart raced. I had to tell her. “Abbie, there is something I need to tell you.”
She arched her back and stretched when I was done cleaning her. “You’re in luck; I’m too spent to do anything but lie here and listen.”
I took the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsed myself clean. Butt naked, I went into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed. After I revealed what I’d done, she would kick me out for sure.
Her job was her life, and she'd mentioned wanting kids but not having any now. I had fucked it up for sure. The damn heat of the moment couldn’t be used as a mistake. It was my responsibility to glove up, to make sure we were both protected.
“Beck? What’s the matter? What did you have to tell me?”
I turned my attention to Abbie as she scrambled for purchase on the bed. Her face showed fear.
My breath caught in my throat, strangling my vocal cords. I had to tell her and get it over with. “Babe, it wasn’t on purpose, but I didn’t use a condom. I swear I’m clean. I had to take a test before joining GDB. Are you by chance on birth control?”
Her eyes went vacant as she hugged her body. “I am, but you know it’s not one hundred percent effective. What are we going to do, Beck?”
“Not panic, for one. We’ll deal with a pregnancy if it happens.” I took her hand in mine. “You can trust me to be here for you and our baby, Abbie.”
She broke out in a wide smile. “I’m not worried, Beck. I’ve been on birth control since I turned seventeen. I have faith it works.”
I tackled her on the bed. “You were fucking with me?”
“I couldn’t help it—you were so darn serious and freaking out. Like the world had come to a sudden end. ‘Oh my God, we didn’t use a condom… you could be pregnant.’” She waved her hands in the air.
“Pardon me for panicking. With pleasure comes the risks of what sex is meant to do—make babies.”
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