Beckham

The frantic knocking on my door comes just as I’m settling in with a book and some pasta. I get up, and open it to find Sully on the other side, looking a little crazed.

“Those pictures were manipulated. We were with the group, and I never had any interest in Muska or Lian. I only want you. I swear it. Please, you have to believe me. Please!”

“Take some breaths, Sully, and come sit down.”

“My father—he’s a horrible man,” he tells me as he sits at my kitchen island. I get him a glass of water, and wait while he drinks some of it.

“I found him to be creepy, yes.”

“Where? He didn’t tell me where he got to you.”

“At the movie theater. I went to see the movie you went to without me, and he was waiting for me in the seat next to mine.”

“Motherfucking asshole.”

“He didn’t say anything to me I hadn’t already been thinking, but yes, those pictures were what sent me over the edge, so to speak.”

“I need you to believe nothing happened with them. Nothing will ever happen with them, even if you don’t let me back into your life.”

“I believe you. I’ve already let you back into my life.”

“Not fully,” he says, looking toward my bedroom.

“No.”

“Is that one of the things he said? It is, isn’t it? I was going to kill him when he made a comment about me just fucking you. Matt and Dylan had to hold me back.”

“Yes,” I say, looking down at the counter.

“It was never about just sex with you, I swear it.”

“Even when it was only sex? When I let you have me, even though you were ignoring me and standing me up?”

This is my issue and not his, but I’m still blaming him. I should’ve stopped him, and sent him away, but I never did. I was so weak with him, and I’m ashamed of myself. So ashamed by it, that I’m now forcing myself to be too strong. I know it, but I can’t stop it. I can’t stop myself from refusing him everything, even if it costs me my happiness, too.

“Don’t cry,” he says, pulling me into his arms. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he said it. “To answer your question, yes. Even then, it was never just sex. I love you, Beckham. I think I’ve loved you since you threw my water on me. I’m well aware you don’t believe me, but I’ll keep doing everything you need, in order to convince you.”

“These past two weeks have been nearly perfect.”

“They have.”

It’s time. I know it’s time. He’s here, he’s saying he loves me again, and I believe him. I know he never cheated, emotionally or physically. And I know he’s found the balance he needs between his friends and me. Now, I need to take the leap, and expect him to catch me.

“Ana Bahebak.”

“You do? You love me?” he asks. He looks so hopeful, and my heart hurts, knowing I kept this from him for so long.

“Yes. Bousni, Sully.”

He doesn’t hesitate to grant my request, kissing me softly. When I bite his lip, he growls, and takes my mouth like I need him to. Like I’ve missed for the last two weeks.

“What else, Beautiful. What else kept things from being perfect.”

I know what he wants me to say. I feel his erection pressing against me, and I know he’s expecting me to say I want it, but there’s more I need.

“Dates.”

“I have some in my apartment,” he says with a smirk.

“Ass.”

“You love my ass.”

“I do.”

“I’m going to take you on dates five nights a week. Some mornings and afternoons too. All over this city, and other places too. Matt once offered his jets to me so I could whisk you away, and I’m going to take you on weekends to new places.”

“You have volunteering on Saturdays.”

“I can take one Saturday off per month. It’s still more than I’ve done in the past.”

“Only if you’re sure. I won’t take you from your Pillars.”

“I know. Now, is there anything else you were missing out on?”

“Hmm…I’m not sure. Maybe you can help me remember.”

“Oh, I’m going to help you remember,” he says, lifting me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and suck on his neck. “Do you need directions to my bed?”

“I could find it in complete darkness. From downstairs. After climbing the stairs.”

He punctuates each answer with a bite on my neck. He is marking me as his, and I love it. I want everyone to know. Sure, we’ve had lunch together, but since I’ve held him at bay, it looked to all like co-workers sharing a meal. The gifts he left me could be seen on my desk, but only I knew they were from him.

I held him back, but no more. I’m finally giving all of myself to him, and it changes everything. It all feels better, because it is. Love is better than lust, even as they go hand in hand.

* * *

Sully

I speak to her in a mix of Arabic and English as I remove her clothes. She loves me, and she wants to be with me. Just those two things are making my brain jumbled, but the sight of her in a simple bra of lace triangles, and a matching lace thong, fries what’s left of my brain cells, and I say random things to her, as I remove my clothes, and pull her to face me on the bed. I place kisses all over her neck, and shoulders, whispering my love to her.

Habib albi. Love of my heart.

Ya Helo. My Beautiful.

You are my soul. Ya rouhi.

My life. Ya hayati.

‘ant laa. You are mine.

“Later, you’re going to tell me everything you said to me.”

“Not now, Habibi?”

“No, not now.”

“What shall I do now, Helo?”

“Make love to me, Sully.”

How can I refuse her? I can’t, especially when it’s something I also crave. Lying her back on the bed, I suck her perfect nipples through the lace, biting down a little. Back and forth, as her back arches, and her moans fill the room. Sliding the lace over her head, I feast on her bare breasts until she comes, screaming out my name.

“So perfect, so responsive,” I praise her, as I move lower down her body.

My cock is so hard, it’s painful, but she needs to know I cherish her, even if she’s not telling me she does. I never consciously used her, but I took her body without honoring her heart, and I will spend the rest of my life making that up to her.

My tongue grazes over her clit as I move slightly lower, and lap at her opening. She’s wet and ready for me, but I need another orgasm from her before I let my cock out to play. I know her body, so I know what I need to get her there fast.

Sliding two fingers into her, I move my mouth back to her lips. I suck and lick as I pump my fingers into her. As her clit swells, I know she’s getting closer. I’d know it from her cries, but it’s her body I’m listening to right now. It’s telling me what she needs, and I’m giving it to her.

She bucks against my mouth, and fingers, taking control. “Sully, like that. Suck harder. Please. Sully!”

That final scream is when she comes, coating my fingers even more. I look up at her as she loses control, and start to come myself. I can’t help it. Who could help it if they saw her like this, wild and beautiful?

I’m not done yet, licking her down from her orgasm, as she continues to ride my hand. I pump my fingers softly as I feather my tongue over her. She’s not done, and neither am I. That orgasm took the edge off, but it’s not what my cock needs to be satisfied. I’ll never be truly satisfied, until the day I die, knowing I made love to Beckham as much as I could over my life.

When neither of us can take much more, I flip us over, so she’s on top of me. Sliding up the bed, I place her body over my cock. “Ride me, Beckham. Ride my cock like it’s yours, because it is.”

She sinks down without a word, taking me all the way inside her. It feels so good, being skin to skin with her, which is when I realize I don’t have a condom on. I start to speak, but she places her hand over my mouth.

“I’m on birth control, and clean. Are you?” I nod. “Hold on, Sully, because this is going to be a hard ride.”

Fuck. Me. She proceeds to do just that, grabbing onto her headboard for leverage.

It’s fast, hard, and glorious, as she moves me body up, and down, over mine. I’m momentarily mesmerized by her tits moving above me, but I recover, and start sucking on them again. I know it’s going to make Beckham even crazier, and that’s what I want. I want her as crazed with lust as I am.

She doesn’t disappoint, grinding down on me every few seconds, taking the friction she needs. I glance down once, and nearly lose my mind. Her creamy white pussy taking my dark cock into it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s waxed clean, making the differences in our skin even more prominent. We look perfect together.

So perfect, I can’t stop myself from gripping her hips, and thrusting up into her. She’s still getting her ride, but it’s even harder now, as we work together. I’m so far inside of her, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to leave.

“Sully!”

“Come for me. Milk my cock dry. We both need it.”

She screams again, but not my name this time. She just screams in pleasure, and I roar in response as I come inside of her. She falls onto me, and I automatically wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. Neither one of us speaks at first, because we can’t.

“We’re not done, are we?” she asks.

“Not even close.”

She slides down my body, making me groan. “I need to help the cause.”

She’s licking my softened cock, tasting herself on me, and it brings him back to life much quicker than I would’ve thought possible. As he hardens, she begins to suck, taking as much of him into her mouth as possible.

“How do you taste on me, Beckham? Do you like to taste yourself on my cock?”

She moans in response, and moves to straddle my leg. I grab her first, flipping her over me. She’s still dripping from our lovemaking, and I lap all the wetness up, tasting us both. Oh yeah, I know how turned on she is, because I’m right there with her. Coming with her after less than a minute, because it’s so good.

As she drifts off to sleep, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have her back. Tonight is only the start, and I’m going to prove it to her. This time, she’s going to know she’s first in my life, no matter what it takes.

“Enta Habibi,” I whisper, as her breathing starts to even out. You are my love.

I leave her sleeping as I shower and pray, then return to hold her close for the rest of the night.