He stood and pulled my body flush against his, wrapping his arms around me. “Right now is a good place to start.” His grip loosened and he stepped back, dropping down to his knees as his hands sculpted over my legs. Up and up he went, under the plain black dress I’d worn to work today until his hands gripped my thighs, higher and higher until both thumbs grazed my swollen pussy.
“Jackson,” I moaned because I needed his touch and I needed it now. Just that one little brush of his thumbs lit me on fire but he kept moving slow and sensuously. “Yes,” I moaned as he slowly drew my panties down and slid them away. His hand reached around me and before I could even say a word, my dress pooled at my feet.
“Now that’s better,” he said when he had me completely naked except for my shoes. His hand slid down the center of my body until two fingers slid through my folds and deep inside my body, pumping hard and fast, the same way his mouth invaded mine, fucked my mouth and my sex until I was so dizzy, so raging with desire that I would have done anything he asked. He ripped his mouth away and commanded, “Come for me, beautiful Becca.”
His thumb moved to my clit as he continued to pump into me and seconds later I obeyed his command, coming apart in his arms, my sex flooding his hand as he slowed his movements. The only sound was my heavy breathing and the wet friction below. “Damn,” I said on a sigh and kissed him again.
He chuckled against my lips, his fingers slowly pulling out of my still pulsing sex. “Damn your sex sounds always hit me straight in the cock.”
My hand shot out just to make sure, and—hot damn—he was hard as a rock. “Mmm, you won’t hear me complaining.”
“Good,” he said, a sexy look on his handsome face as his fingers went to his mouth. “Fuck, I need another taste of that,” he growled and dropped down in front of me, raking his tongue through my lips and forcing my hands to his shoulders.
“Oh, hell…” The man was definitely an expert in the oral arts, but I was too on edge, too needy and greedy for his cock. “No more, please. No more.”
He looked up at me puzzled. “You don’t like it?”
Was he kidding? “I loved it, but I need to feel you.”
His lips curled into a predatory grin as he quickly undressed, smacking my hands away as I tried to help. “Say it again.”
“I need to feel you, Jackson. To feel the way you fill me up when you fuck me.”
His gaze darkened. He pulled me close, hands at my waist as he twirled me around to face the wall, dropping kisses from one shoulder to the other. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“How much,” I asked, suddenly feeling playfully sexy as I arched my back, feeling his cock already nudging my opening. I reached back to stroke him, letting my hand remind the rest of my body how long and thick and hard he was. My body clenched in anticipation of all of him filling me up.
“This much,” he said, thrusting into my hand.
Feeling bold and just a little bit naughty, I turned and dropped to my knees, pulling him into my mouth.
Jackson
She was going to kill me, that was the only thought in my mind when sweet, beautiful Becca dropped to her knees and licked my cock like it was her favorite lollipop. And her favorite flavor.
“Becca,” I groaned but my hips moved with a mind of their own, fucking her luscious mouth slow and deep. Watching the way her pink lips slid along the length of my cock was intoxicating, sending a fire rushing through my veins I couldn’t explain. The trail of moisture tinted with her lipstick had me fighting for control. “Becca,” I bit out again, the only fucking word I knew.
“Mmmhmm?” Her mumbled words vibrated all the way down to my balls and I grew harder when she swallowed around me, pulling my cock deeper down her throat. The whole time those gray eyes looked up at me with a playful glint that took my breath away.
“Shit, Becca.” I cupped her cheeks and slowly pumped in and out of her mouth but it was too much, that hot, wet mouth slicking against every inch of my cock. “Fuck,” I growled and pulled back. My cock twitched at the way she licked her lips.
“No good?”
“Too good.” Too fucking good, especially the way she so eagerly gave me head, licking and sucking like she wanted to do nothing else but suck my cock. “Now I need to give you what you want. What I need,” I told her, stroking my cock until her gaze darkened. Intensified.
“Yes, please.” Her voice had gone husky, thick with desire for me and that shit turned me on.
“Come here.” I lifted her up and turned her around again, sliding my cock deep into her wet, pulsing pussy.
“God, yes!” She arched her back, pulling me deeper into her tight, wet sheath. Fuck, I’ve missed being inside her curvy body and she was just tall enough that fucking her like this, was perfect. Like she’d been built just for me. “Jackson,” she moaned when my hands went to her breasts, cupping them and letting my thumbs scrape across those hard, pink nipples.
“Becks,” I groaned, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as I pumped in and out of her. Hard, fast and out of control because I couldn’t help myself. She gripped my cock so perfectly, squeezing me so hard as I thrust deep.
“More, Jackson. Harder. Please!”
“What the lady wants,” I panted, gripping her tits harder as I slammed against her, pounding into her while my mouth licked and kissed the strip of skin between her neck and shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
“My. Line,” she grunted, pushing back harder against me, urging me to give her what she wanted. “Oh, Jackson!”
She groaned and let out a low, keening wail as her body shook with the force of her sudden orgasm. She pulsed around me, squeezing me tight, milking me as I thrust deeper, harder as I tried to become a part of her. “Becca, ah…fuck!” Her orgasm exploded again, sucking me in and yanking my own orgasm from my body. My body jerked as I emptied into her, pinching her nipples and making her cry out while I rode out my own pleasure.
“My goodness, Jackson!” Her body trembled and she fell back against me. “That was…worth the wait.”
I laughed and slowly pulled our bodies apart, scooping her up in my arms. Her apartment wasn’t that big so I quickly found her bedroom and we fell onto her sunshine yellow duvet. “I hated the wait, but I have to agree. That was hot.”
“Scorching,” she agreed, smiling up at me like she wanted to eat me up. Becca flipped over on her back, breathing still shallow as she smiled up at the ceiling. “Super hot.”
“Careful, sweetheart or you’ll make my head swell.”
She shot me a sideways glance. “Not remotely possible for it to get any bigger.”
“I don’t know,” I told her, wrapping my arms around her so my cock pressed against her leg. “I’d say above average, but your way works too.”
She laughed until her body shook, she looked so damn beautiful that I knew I was in trouble. Becca thought I was after nothing but sex, and she wouldn’t listen to anything that conflicted with that. But I would show her. “See what I mean? You don’t need me to massage your ego.”
“I don’t need anything but the sounds you make when I’m buried deep inside you, to massage my…ego.” She laughed again and I knew what I had to do. “You gonna massage my ego again, beautiful Becca?”
Her hand shot to my cock, already starting to come back to life as she pumped. “I thought you’d never ask.” She looked down at my still leaking cock and leaned forward, swiping her tongue across the slit.
I groaned. “Bad girl, Becca.”
She giggled and I swear it was the hottest fucking sound ever. “Or, very, very good girl, Becca.” She licked me again and my hips rose off the bed, but instead of backing away she took me deep, sucking until my cock was hard once again. “See, good.”
“Damn good. Now bring that sexy ass over here so I can show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
Her eyes flared with heat and desire as she wiggled her round ass in the air, teasing me. She let out a squeal when I smacked her ass and gr
abbed a thigh to bring her right where I wanted her. Where I needed her. “Jack-,” she said, barely getting my name out when I slid a finger into her.
“So wet already. I love it.” I positioned her just how I wanted her, licking her from one end to the other, smacking her ass again when she let out a deep moan. “That sound, right there. Hot as fuck.” The sounds she made, the way she moved as my mouth brought her more pleasure than she could handle, told me that this girl was something special. I planned to keep her so happy, so sated that by the time she realized what was happening, she would be mine.
All mine.
“Breakfast in bed? Why?” Becca’s eyes were unfocused, her hair mussed from sleep and the sheet pooled at her waist so all I could focus on were her heavy, pink-tipped breasts.
“First because we need to refuel,” I told her with a flirty grin as I climbed into the bed and brought the tray with me. “Also, because I want to keep you here all day.” Other than leaving for the office, I’d managed to keep her in bed most of the time. Loving her, pleasing her and making it hard for her to want anyone or anything more, than me.
“Sneaky boy,” she said with a bright grin and snatched a slice of bacon from the plate. “Mmm,” she moaned indecently as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Naked man and bacon, it must be my birthday.”
“Is it your birthday?”
She froze and stared at me like I’d grown another eye. “No. My birthday is in August.”
“Mine is April, twentieth.”
“So this is more for your birthday than mine.” She reached for the coffee and took a long sip while I just watched.
“Any day I get to spend with you, loving on this sweet body, is like my birthday.” I don’t know where those words came from, but the smile she sent me, said it was the right thing to say.
“That was sweet, Jackson. But I’m a sure thing so you don’t have to flatter me.” She reached for the tray and I held it out of her reach. “Hey!”
“That sentence should have ended at my name. Learn to take a damn compliment, woman.”
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “But I don’t…never mind.”
“I know, Becca. But you will.” It took a moment for my words to sink in, but I could see the moment they did, because all the tension fled her body, her gaze softened.
“You sound awfully sure for a guy who is as known for his talents as his, um, charms.”
I laughed because I knew, with Becca around, my ego would never twist out of control. “That’s why I’m sure. You’ve captured my interest, in and out of the bedroom.”
Her face flushed a pretty shade of pink and I laughed. She glared. “For now,” she said, a reminder for her I was sure, but also one for me. Reminding me that I needed to do better. “Anyway, give me a biscuit and tell me something about you that I can’t read online.”
With those words, I set the tray across her lap and plucked the coffee from it, happy to let her get to know me better. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Fame, I mean. Sure it’s great and it’s allowed me a life that most people can only dream of, but it takes a toll. You never know if a woman is with you because she likes you, because you’re funny, or rock her world in the sack. Money and fame, it’s always in the back of your mind. That shit is tiring.” She gave me a look I couldn’t decipher, but if I were a betting man I’d say it was understanding.
She nodded as she chewed her eggs, topping a biscuit half with more scrambled eggs and holding it up to my mouth. “I’m not famous, but I do know what you mean.” She sighed, trying to decide how much she wanted to share with me. “I love my job. It pays well, but it’s just an extension of the rest of my life, always taking care of everyone else. Their needs, their wants always come first. It sounds selfish, but sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be the person on the other end of the relationship, you know?” She rolls her eyes. “Probably not. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I know what you mean, just in a different way. We both want people to want us for us, not what we do for them.”
That smile, the small, shy one accompanied by the blush hit me somewhere a lot further north than my cock. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Maybe you took the job with Eric because that was in your wheelhouse, but it sounds like you want to do something else?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. I’m grateful to have such a good paying job.”
“Me too, doesn’t mean that sometimes it doesn’t bite the big one.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, I see. When you bite it, it’s the big one, when I do it, it’s ‘above average’,” she grinned and leaned her head on my shoulder.
Fuck, this girl slayed me. “It’s all about perspective honey.”
“You are totally ridiculous, Jackson Steele.” The smile she wore was bright and full of affection, despite her words. To me, it felt like a win.
“It’s your favorite thing about me.”
Her gaze turned dark and raked down my body from my chest to the growing tent in her butter yellow sheet. “One of them, yes.” She couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up. “You make a mean breakfast, Jackson. Who would have guessed?”
“I wasn’t always rich, you know.”
“The bad ol’ days, huh?”
I shrugged. “Everything is easier now, except you.”
“Ha! I slept with you literally within hours of meeting you, that’s not easy?”
“But you’re making me work for it.” And you think I’m only in this for the sex. But I couldn’t say that and not drive her away, so I kept my damn mouth shut. “And I don’t think anything about you is easy, except maybe your smile.”
She blushed all the way down to her toes. “Damn you really are good. I have to be careful around you, Mr. Steele.”
“Does it make me a pervert that I like it when you call me Mr. Steele?” She shivered when my hand glided up her back.
“No. That thing you did to me last night in the shower? That makes you a pervert.”
“You liked it.” I told her firmly.
“Says who?” she asked with a serious grin that had me rethinking what had happened. “And on a somewhat related note, I think I’ll go shower.”
I laughed, giving her a moment, and when the shower started, I decided to go in and try that thing again.
Becca
“I take it things are looking up?” Eric stood, towering over my desk and casting a long shadow as he wore a satisfied grin.
I looked up at him with a frown. “Of course. I have four contracts ready for you to look over, plus a few songs have come in and need your magic ears.” Business was good and as busy as ever. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
He grinned, arms crossed as he waited for me to catch on. When I didn’t, he shook his head. “Jackson is still in town.”
“I’m aware,” I told him, giving nothing away.
“He usually stays at the Waldorf or the Four Seasons when he’s in the city.”
But he’d been staying with me. Like we were a real couple or something. But we weren’t, and no matter how much time we spent together or how long he stayed at my apartment cooking and pleasing my body until the wee hours of the morning, that wouldn’t make us a couple. I just wish my stupid heart had gotten the memo my brain sent out.
“Interesting.”
He laughed. “Cut the crap. He’s staying with you, isn’t he?”
I swallowed and rested my chin in my palm, giving my cousin my sweetest smile. “Is this you staying out of it?”
“Yes. This is also me extremely curious.” Eric leaned forward, wearing his best ‘give me the gossip’ smile. He waited, expectantly.
My brow crinkled. “Why?”
It’s not like the story of me and Jackson was all that interesting. We were having sex. A lot of hot, sweaty sex and we were having it everywhere. All over my apartment, in the back of limos. Even a department store fitting room.
Eric barked out a laugh and took the seat beside my desk. “Are you kidding?
Jackson never stays at a woman’s house because he worries it’ll give her ideas, and he certainly doesn’t spend more than two nights in a row because-,”
“He worries it’ll give her ideas,” I finished for him.
“Got it in one, cuz. So, this means it must be serious?”
He looked so happy, almost giddy and I didn’t know how I felt about that. “I don’t know, Eric. But, I don’t think so.”
He blinked. “Why not?”
“Because I’m not stupid. We’re having fun and it’s nice, but we both know that I’m not the kind of woman Jackson ends up with forever.” And I kind of hated Eric for making me say what I knew to be true, out loud.
“You are out of your goddamn mind, Becca! With all due respect.” He flashed a grin to take the sting off his words.
“Right,” I scoffed. “I can’t let myself think like that Eric. Do you want me to end up like my mom, thinking every guy I meet is my potential forever man?” It was my biggest fear, and also why I was so hesitant to jump into things with men, especially after being burned a few times. “Just because we’re having really great sex, doesn’t mean I’m thinking about white picket fences and hearts and roses.”
“Oh please. You are nothing like your mom, other than your looks.” He shook his head, not quite pitying, but just a bit too sympathetic. “She went against her parents’ wishes and left town with the wrong guy, and she ended up regretting it. She regretted him too. And she’s spent her whole life trying to find a guy to make up for it. That’s not you.”
I let out a long breath and thought about his words. My dad had been that wrong guy who’d taken her away from her family, and he didn’t look back when the stick said “pregnant”.
But, instead of choosing the wrong guy, I’d let something that every woman has had to endure—bad dates, bad hookups and broken heart—color how I looked at relationships. I looked at them all through the eyes of a cynic, unwilling or unable to believe in those fanciful emotions. But Eric was absolutely right. I’ve let my mom’s decisions dictate my romantic life to a certain extent, and that was just as bad as following in her footsteps. “Thank you, cuz. You’re pretty smart, you know that?”
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