Bekah
He lay lifeless and heavy on top of me but I was still full inside and could feel him throbbing, or was that me? Unbelievable. I wanted him again and I had no idea how I could want it again when I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be able to walk for weeks.
He nuzzled into my neck and grabbed my breast. “Hmmm.”
God he smelled so good, I certainly hoped I did.
“Amazing.” He dragged his nose down my collar bone and between my chest and took his full beautiful lips and sucked hard and groaned again before looking up at me.
“You are more amazing than I imagined.” I closed my eyes and shook my head no. “No, you’re not?”
“I have to use the bathroom.”
“I wanna stay right here.” He rotated his hips against me and I gasped.
He bit his bottom lip and smiled at me, that arrogant-as-hell smile that I had found incredibly sexy from the first time I saw him. I was so fucking screwed. He was a fucking dream to look at and a dream in bed and if I had learned anything in my past, dream guys disappear quickly and this guy, well he was gonna take a long time to forget.
“You’re awfully quiet, Kitten.” He kissed my nose and put his hands on either side of my head as he played with my hair. “Did I fuck you silent?”
Cocky smug bastard, and yes it made me smile. “This is a little awkward.”
“Not at all. What we just did was not awkward at all, it was fucking beautiful, Bekah.”
He bent down and held his lips against mine. “Get over it because it’s gonna happen again real soon.”
“I thought you wanted to cuddle…”
He kissed me hard and chuckled. “Shhh.”
“A little awkward now.” I laughed and he bit my lips.
He reached his long arm across the bed and grabbed the phone and then leaned across to dial. I started to move and he grabbed my shoulder. “Don’t you go anywhere.”
He dialed the phone. “Yes, this is Zandor Steel, and I have no idea what my room number is but I would like some cheese and crackers…I don’t care what kind. I would also like strawberries, whipped cream, bottled water, apple juice, and condoms…I don’t know a lot of them…yes. Well I’m sure the front desk can help you out with that.”
I covered my face and he hung up and grabbed my hips and rolled over so I was on top of him. “Its Thanksgiving Kitten. Tonight we binge on strawberries, cheese, crackers and steak, fucking prime rib.”
He bucked into me and smiled a very sexy full on pussy-clenching Zandor Steel smile. I am so screwed!
“I can’t wait to have you like this.” He thrust again and grabbed both my breasts in his hands. “You wanna ride Kitten?”
I felt my face turning red and he laughed. “Fine, I’ll make love to you with nothing but passion and fuck you with raging lust.”
He flipped me on my back never losing contact. “Is that alright?” He cocked his head to the side and waited for me to reply. But really what do you say to that?
“Did I fuck you mute, kitten?”
“No…yes…”
He gave me a provocative smile and then started gyrating his hips, growing harder inside of me.
“Are you crazy?”
He nodded. “Are you?”
“Possibly,” I admitted as he thrust in hard again.
“Perfect, crazy people have incredible sex, and I’m so glad you and I are so much alike.”
There was a knock on the door and he leaned down to kiss me. “Feel free to use the bathroom now.”
He pulled out and stood in front of me and pulled the condom off and walked to the waste paper basket and tossed it out.
I pulled the covers up tighter against me as he flicked on the nightstand light.
He was striking.
He bent and grabbed his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and his muscles all worked together to form the most divine ass I had ever seen, and I’d seen a few.
“You checking me out, Kitten?”
There was no sense in hiding it. “You have a great butt.”
He chuckled as he walked to the door.
I laid back and tried to ignore the burning inside of me for all things Zandor Steel. On top of the burning in my belly I felt sore, exhausted, and now that the alcohol was wearing off I felt a hangover coming on.
“You gonna use the bathroom Babe?” Zandor sat next to me.
He dipped a strawberry in the whipped cream and held it up for me.
“Not hungry?”
I shook my head no.
“You feeling alright?” he asked as he rubbed the strawberry across my lips.
I sat back. “No, not really.”
“What’s the problem?”
I licked my lips and he smirked and looked up at my eyes.
“I have to use the bathroom.” I stood wrapping myself in the blanket and began to walk away.
I heard a thud from behind me and took a step and the blanket fell to the ground. I turned around to grab it and his foot was on it and a mischievous little smirk was playing on his lips.
I grabbed for it and he pulled it back with his foot and shoved a strawberry in his mouth. “No fucking blankets.”
I walked quickly into the bathroom and slammed the door and heard him laugh haughtily.
I looked in the mirror and immediately started to feel tears burning my eyes. I was such a fool, a weak fool. Everything my father had ever said to me was true. Everything I had ever said to myself was real and staring back at me in living, drunken, just-fucked color.
I was a slut, giving myself to anyone who looked the least bit interested. Never expecting anything from them but a few minutes, or in my most recent and most epic fuck-up case, an hour. He was so damn good. He wasn’t going to be easily forgotten. The door swung open and I grabbed a towel from the towel bar and quickly covered myself.
“You’re crying?” He grabbed me and hugged me. “That’s twice now Kitten. So apparently we need to talk about the shit going on in your head.”
“Drunk girls cry, Zandor, that’s what we do when we realize we fucked up.” I wiped my face and stepped back.
“What just happened was not a fuck up, Bekah. And if you keep acting like it was I’m gonna have to show you again why it wasn’t.” He crossed his arms over his very broad muscular chest and leaned against the counter. “I absolutely enjoyed myself.”
What was I supposed to say to him? I did, too, but not the after effect it was having on me. Not the self-loathing, not the self-doubt, and not thinking how uncomfortable it was going to be sitting in a car with him for another road trip.
He stood off the counter and walked to the garden tub and started running water. “Take a bath?”
“Yeah, I would like that.”
He grabbed the little bottle of hotel bubble bath and dumped it in. “I’ll give you a minute.”
After finally using the bathroom I stepped into the large tub full of bubbles and lay back and forced myself to relax.
I was almost there when he walked back in holding two wine glasses in one hand and shedding his boxers with the other.
“Sit forward.” He didn’t wait, he just stepped in behind me pushing me forward as he slid in behind me. “Here.”
“No, thank you. I need to stop drinking, it tends to put me in – uncomfortable situations.”
“It’s apple juice and if you’d lean back,” he pulled me back against him and nipped my neck, “you’d be a lot more comfortable.”
“That’s not helping the comfort level.” He was now licking my neck as he reached forward and handed me the glass.
“I’m trying Kitten, damn.” He sat back and pulled me with him.
“You don’t have to.” I tried to sit forward and he wouldn’t let me.
“Listen, I would completely understand you being uncomfortable if I had been a selfish lover or sucked in bed but we both know that’s not true. I would understand uncomfortable if this had been a random hook up and we hadn’t both been working toward this for weeks now. I would understand uncomfortable if…”
“It’s not you it’s…”
He started laughing and I stopped midsentence.
“Damn, Kitten, I think you’re trying to crush me.”
“Never heard that one before huh?” I smiled and he pulled me back and lifted my chin so I was looking back into those eyes. God I love those eyes.
“No, and believe it or not, I have never used that line either.”
“I’m not good for you, and you are certainly not good for me.”
“Nonsense, we were real good for each other out there. Real fucking good.”
He was now cupping my breast and rubbing his thumb across my hardening nipple.
He bent down and kissed my lips so softly. I felt myself sink in against him and I closed my eyes.
“There we go.” He kissed my neck as gently and tenderly as he had my lips.
“As good as all this feels, I think you should know I don’t expect this…” There I said it…out loud.
“It feels good right?” He pinched my nipple rolling it between his fingers as he licked my ear.
“Too good.” I sat forward, fortunately he wasn’t expecting it and I managed to get to the other side of the bathtub.
I looked up and he was scowling at me, his lips pursed together.
“Look, I’m kind of broken. I know that’s not how I’ve come off to you when we were in Jersey but here…here is different.”
“The word broken, Bekah, gives way to it being fixed. My hope for you…for us, is that when we get you back home you can stop being so fucking hard on yourself.”
I was shocked. “For us?”
“Well yeah, us.”
“We’re not supposed to confuse good sex with matters of the heart, Zandor, we’re friends.”
“We bypassed friends tonight and became buddies, Bekah.” He smiled. “It wasn’t just good sex either, it was fantastic fucking, admit it.”
I rolled my eyes trying to play it cool and he smirked.
“I’m new to this scene, just arrived actually. Never wanted it until just over two weeks ago when this really hot southern kitten walked into the shop. When I looked at you, you exuded confidence. Two minutes into the conversation and I knew what you would be like in bed….”
“And how is that?”
“You’d fight for control. Then while I mentored you, I knew you were teachable…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I splashed him.
“I like to play, Bekah. I like foreplay, I like to watch my cock slide in and out of your mouth, I love to see your lips swell with anticipation and your pussy weep, begging for a lick or a touch. I love the art in making love, I love the pure raw unadulterated animalistic nature that overcomes two people who are mad about taking pleasure in and from each other’s bodies.”
I swallowed hard and his lips curled up slightly. “As much as I love all that, I have come to enjoy the skill that is in a slow almost agonizing seduction that has been going on between you and I.”
He reached down and grabbed my forearms and pulled me toward him. “I wasn’t joking when I said I would be naked all the time if I were you. You are the most…” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Sexy…” He kissed my neck and groaned against it. “…woman I have ever set eyes on.”
He took my hand and placed it under the water and wrapped it around his thick cock and starting moving it up and down under his hand. “Every time we have been in the same room this happens.” He let go of my hand and took his finger and slide it up and down my slit. “I know you feel the same. I’ve known it from the minute I set eyes on you.”
His forehead was against mine and his fingers were skillfully working me into a tizzy. His eyes penetrated me like no one else’s ever had. I could cum just looking at him.
He pushed a finger inside of me and I sucked air through my teeth and he let out a low rumble from deep in his chest as I stroked his shaft faster. His eyes held mine captive as I was overtaken with the heat that consumed my body, the muscles clenching inside of me, and the fact that I was holding him in my hand stroking him, giving him as much pleasure as he was giving me made me feel formidable even in his presence.
“God it feels so good, Bekah, this is what I mean. Tell me you feel this too, the fire between us.”
My muscles contracted and my pulse quickened as he curled his finger up hitting me exactly where he knew would cause me to burst and then he quickly pulled his finger out and slid me up his thigh as he stretched out his leg. “Right here is the first place your pussy went off on me Kitten.”
He pushed my hips against his leg hard and made sure my swollen clit rubbed its way up his muscular leg. He wrapped my legs behind his back. “I want to make love to you with the passion I feel between us and fuck you with violent lust. Can you handle that?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.” I pushed against his leg.
“I will do what I please to you and you’ll know that it’s to please you without hesitation or question.”
“Aww oh, fuck yes.” He pulled his leg down when I was ready to cum.
“I won’t make excuses for my past and you won’t either. We stand by each other as we see where this leads us outside of the bedroom, Bekah.” I was in agony and needed to cum. “I know what you need but you need to agree to this, too. Tell me you’re willing to try.”
“Yes, oh God yes, please.” I gripped him harder and his body tensed.
“Not just because you know how good the physical part of this is.” He hissed and pulled back as he pushed me away.
I knew there was no way I hid the disappointment in my face and his knowing little smirk across his face confirmed that nothing could be hidden as he stood in the bath. His cock was inches from my face and I wanted it so bad.
As he stepped out I smacked his tight round perfect ass and he laughed conceitedly. “You’re not very nice.”
“You didn’t answer me.” He leaned over and gripped my hair and kissed me hard. “Don’t stay in here stewing babe, meet me in bed and take all that frustration out on me.”
He stood and stroked himself a few times while I watched, panting no less, and I slid down deep in the water as he chuckled and walked out.
~
I walked out into the bedroom area and there he was lying on the bed, completely naked, uncovered with his hands behind his head. “I was almost ready to come back in there and make sure you hadn’t drowned.”
I looked up at the ceiling and blew out a breath slowly, trying to calm my heart beating wildly inside my chest.
“Would you quit fucking standing there and get your hot ass back in this bed?”
I walked around the bed and climbed up and sat back on my heels ready to do this, this talking thing. “Could you cover up so we can talk?”
“Could you take that towel off so I can see your tits?”
“No, you’re …not playing fair. You laying there all naked and…”
“You could be doing the same.” He reached for my towel and I smacked his hand and he tried not to smile.
“I’m not good at relationships.” I looked down and played with the towel’s corner.
“I’ve never been in one.” He bowed his head and looked me in the eye.
“Never?” Yeah right, I thought to myself.
“No honestly I haven’t, Bekah. I never wanted one until recently. I’m a picky bastard too, so I was in no hurry until I met you.”
“You’ll hurt me,” I whispered.
“You could do the same to me.”
“We barely know each other.” I felt myself begin to scowl.
“We know each other well enough. How many people start a relationship working together for two weeks…five, sometimes six days a week?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me what your biggest fear is.”
“Getting hurt.”
“Mine, too. I think it’ll be worth the risk.”
“That it’s just sex.”
“Great sex, and I need a partner who can keep up. To me, it’s a very important part of a relationship.”
He lay back on the pillow and pulled me down, wrapping his arms around me. “We’re going to talk, get some bugs worked out.”
“I really have enjoyed becoming friends with you.” He smiled and rubbed my back.
“As much as you enjoy this?” He reached down and pulled my leg across his body and kneaded his hands on my ass.
“Are you planning to torture me with touch and then pull away and make me feel embarrassed and empty.”
“Oh yeah, my bad. Sorry about that Kitten, but I needed answers.”
“But you don’t now?”
“You’re in bed with me, it’s kind of hard to not touch you.” He lifted my chin and kissed me.
“Try, this was your idea.” I went to pull away and he held me still.
“Fine, let’s chat. You and I, you good with that?”
“Yes, I think we could…”
“Perfect, good enough.” He rolled over on top of me and pulled the towel apart making me giggle. “I want to spread whipped cream all over your body and lick it off. Then I want to place very cold strawberries in unspeakable places and nibble them until you can’t take anymore. Then I am going to…”
“I need to get home before he wakes up, and then…”
He growled and sat up. “I cannot wait to get you back to the shore.”
“Trust me when I say this, I cannot wait to get away from here, either.”
He reached over and grabbed his phone. “Kitten, it’s only two in the morning, what time does he wake?”
“Four-thirty, sometimes five.”
“Okay, great. So tell me as much as you want to about why he thinks he can treat you like he does.”
“You sure we have to do this?”
“Let me think…yes, Bekah, I want us to get to really know one another.”
“Are your parents divorced?”
“No, my father died a couple years ago.”
“In the service?”
“No, he died during the hurricane. He was helping with search and rescue.”
“I’m sorry.
“Me too. So back to you.”
“My mother and father never had a good relationship. My father was always in charge and she was always to do what she was told. He wasn’t nice to her. When my brother Chris graduated, my father caught her with another man and all hell broke loose. They split and I was in my senior year. I wanted to stay. I was angry at her for cheating, so I did.”
I looked up and he was staring intently into my eyes. “I’m sorry.” He rubbed my hands. “Do you have any more siblings?”
“No.”
“Why isn’t he here?”
“He and my Dad haven’t spoken since my parents split up. Okay, enough about me I want to know about you.”
“You already have the advantage here.” He lifted me and sat me on his lap. “You’ve met my entire family.”
He was steel beneath me again. “Tell me about your tattoos.”
“Which one?”
“Well I know about the one across your chest.” My fingers itched to touch it. “How about the one on your side?”
“Rib tat, Forever Steel, all four of us got it after Dad died.”
I looked at it and then down.
“You wanna know what that one is?”
He pointed to the lightning bolt with the number five.
“Yes, actually.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You mockin’ the ink, Kitten?”
“Well it’s a lightning bolt with a five pointing at your…you know.”
“Why is that funny?”
“Clearly you’re fond of your skill and ability to please women. You’re bigger than a five, just kind of funny you’d advertise as such.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, she has jokes.” He ran his finger up my side and I squirmed. “And she’s ticklish.”
I held his hand in place. “It’s funny, sorry.”
“New York Yankees, Joe DiMaggio was number five, Kitten.”
“Okay? So why not a Yankee’s symbol?”
“Too obvious, but I don’t just admire the man because of his skill on the ball field.”
“Okay so what else would make you do this?” I couldn’t help but trace it with my finger and his cock twitched and started to plump.
“He married my first love.”
“Oh I see.” I continued tracing it, and he continued to grow.
“I thought you wanted to talk, Kitten. You want that, you better stop finger fucking the ink.”
I stopped and looked up at him. “Your first love, who was she?”
“Hmm, you better not talk about her either, it’s like foreplay to me.”
He was smirking.
“Should I be offended?”
“Well, she was my first sexual experience. The only woman in my past that I still think about often, so maybe. I hope it isn’t a problem for you.”
“Wow.” I sat up and looked at him and crossed my arms over my chest, pretending to pout.
He sat up and stuck out his delicious bottom lip. “I knew it would be a problem.” He smiled playfully. “You’ll just deal with it.”
He lunged at me and pushed me down under him and bit my neck sending chills…everywhere.
“Joe DiMaggio was married to the very beautiful Marilyn Monroe. My first sexual experience was this hand.” He held it up and then grabbed my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. “And her in my head. She was curvy and very beautiful. Maybe that’s why this attraction to you began and would not go away.”
“She really wasn’t that big you know.”
“She was a size twelve, Kitten.”
“In today’s standards, that’s like a two, Zandor.”
“She had meat on her bones, big tits, and an ass. Men like that shit, a steak not just a bone.” He pushed against me and my knees fell open to him. “Hmm, you want a steak, Kitten?”
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t. His mouth was wrapped around my breast and he was rubbing himself against me.
“Answer a couple questions, Kitten and I will feed you prime rib.” He rolled his hips, making his thick hard cock rub against my clit.
“Please,” I whispered trying not to cum yet.
“You’ll try this girlfriend boyfriend thing with me?”
“Yes.” I held onto his neck and nipped him like he had me.
“I won’t ask next time I want to fuck you I will just take and you’ll be alright with that?”
“Uh huh.” My voice cracked, I wanted him so badly and he knew it.
“That’s a good kitty,” his voice purred in my ear.
He slammed into me and I nearly lost it.
“Aww, fuck, so damn hot and tight in here, Kitten.”
“Zandor, condom.”
“Shit! When we get back, you’re going on the pill. I’ve never ridden bareback before and this is so good, so fucking good!”
He continued rolling his throbbing cock inside of me and I was loving it, but he needed a condom, I didn’t want to make that mistake.
“Stop, please, just for a minute.”
“Aww, fuck!” He pulled out swiftly and leaned over the bed and grabbed the already open box of condoms that sat next to the cream and strawberries.
I watched him smirk and grab the bowl. “Did you know I love to paint?”
He was looking down at me mischievously.
“I didn’t know that.”
“Hmm, I really enjoy finger painting.” He straddled me and dipped his long finger into the bowl of fresh whipped cream. “You’re a beautiful canvas.”
He rubbed his finger across my lips and bent down and kissed me. “Tasty, too.”
He rubbed more cream across my nipples and smiled. “I need a picture of this.”
He started to lean over and I grabbed his cock. “I don’t think so.”
“Hmm, my Kitten is a hungry kitty. Let’s see what I can do to fix that.”
I about lost my mind when he dipped the head of his penis in the dish and sat up on his knees. He was definitely a naughty, naughty boy, and I really loved it.
He ran his cock across my lips. “Taste it, Kitten.”
“Mmm, very good.” I licked my lips and the head.
“More?”
“Please.” I smiled.
“You’re beautiful, but you’ll have to wait. I need nourishment before I fuck you hard enough that it’s all you think about until we do it again. I’m going to spread cream all over your sweet little pussy and then eat strawberries from it and you’re going to let me.”
I was not going to argue when it came to sex with him, ever. He was Eros, and I was under his spell. God help me, I have killed the diet.
His skill was like no other, his tongue teased and pleased me until I was clay in his hands. My self-consciousness was erased by each word of praise, and each flick of his skillful tongue against my clit. He took time to move up my body teasing my tits and taking my mouth and tongue.
When there was no more cream to lick or suck from my body, he placed strawberries on me and as promised in unspeakable places. I would never look at a strawberry again and not remember the way Zandor Steel rubbed several up and down my slit and then brought them to my lips.
“Hold this in your mouth.” He was as breathless as I was and he chewed it as he licked my mouth and bit my lips. “You’re now my favorite fantasy, Bekah.”
He grabbed the last strawberry and his eyebrow raised and he lay down. “Climb up here.”
It was ridiculous how agreeable I was to whatever he asked, but it felt good, on several different levels.
A sat astride him and he grabbed behind my knees and pulled me so I sat high on his stomach.
He spread my legs wide and parted me with his fingers. He held the strawberry in his other hand and gave a smirk and a very dark chuckle. “You sit still now, Kitten.” He spread my legs farther. “Don’t move.”
He pushed two fingers into me. “How…oh Zandor…how do I not fucking move?”
He was fingering me hard and fast. “Control, Kitten.”
He pulled his fingers out and pushed the strawberry into me.
“Cold.”
“Only for a minute.” He nipped my inner thighs, and I squealed in delight and covered my mouth. “I would love to take a picture of the view from here, you should let me.”
“No way… OH GOD!”
He pulled me up and started licking and sucking around the strawberry shoved half inside me. I grabbed the headboard and screamed his name.
“That’s right, Kitten,” he said as he chewed on the strawberry, its juice dripping down his chin. “So delicious.”
He buried his face between my legs, licking, sucking, and fucking me with fingers and tongue. I was seeing stars, dizzy, burning. “Oh Zandor!”
I exploded into the heavens as he slid down away from me. From behind me his arms wrapped around my waist. His fingers circled my clit as he held one hand against the wall in front of us. “Kiss me damn it.”
I turned my head back and his lips met mine as he pushed deep inside of me.
“FUCK! Hang on, ”
I held tight to the headboard and his hands held my hips from behind as he fucked me doggy style, hard, and fast. I felt his heavy balls slapping against me as his throbbing cock rammed into me mercilessly until I came again, screaming out his name.
He continued until my arms could barely hang on.
He pulled us back. “Head down, ass up, Kitten, I need to cum.”
His fingers dug into my hips as he pumped into me at least twenty more times before he came, growling, panting, and yelling my name.
He rolled over onto his back and rubbed my ass, still raised in the air as I panted into the mattress.
“You are so good, Kitten.”
“Then you’re fucking amazing.”
“Yeah I am huh?” He pulled me against him and enveloped me in his arms.
“I need to go.”
“The walk of shame.” He yawned.
I laughed. “Yeah, that’s always a good time.”
He sat up. “I’m gonna go grab the SUV, and you can drive it home. That way I know you’ll be coming back.”
“I’m going to drive your new car?” I was shocked.
“Yep.”
He stood up and pulled off the condom and looked at it disgusted, “I’m serious about the pill, Bekah. If I’m gonna do this boyfriend thing, and I really want to, I expect to be able to fill you with my cum.”
The way he looked at me made me laugh. “I’ve caved on the whole sex thing because you’re really good at leading.”
“In all things, Bekah,” he winked.
“I wouldn’t go on the pill because a man told me I had to.”
I stood and grabbed my clothes.
“Your man told you to, there’s a difference.” He grabbed my shirt out of my hands and pulled it over my head and then kissed my nose.
“Go fetch me my man’s car.” I smacked his ass and he grinned.
“You gonna go on the pill, please.” his bottom lip stuck out and he batted his eyes.
“You’ll need to get a checkup, I don’t want any diseases. You’ve already said you’re a slut.”
He grabbed my face. “We had pasts, both of us. I’m no slut and neither are you. Let’s say we were both experimenting.” He kissed me sweetly and it made me smile. “You’re fucking beautiful, Bekah.”
He pulled on his jeans, leaving his underwear free and I grabbed his shirt. “Bend.”
He did and I pulled it over his head and he grabbed me and pulled he into a big tight hug, “We’re going to be so good together.”
He leaned back still holding me. “I’ve never done this before, don’t fuck me up.”
He kissed me again and left.
I sat on the bed and looked around for my underwear. “Screw it.” I pulled up my pants and grabbed my socks. I looked at the clock and it was three in the morning, plenty of time to sneak back in.
I was brushing my teeth when I heard him come in. He was humming, Baby it’s cold outside. Which made me smile. I leaned down to spit and then looked up and he was standing behind me.
“You can’t leave.” He picked me up and started stalking toward the bed.
He tossed me on it.
“I have to.”
We were both smiling. “You’re gonna have to stick up for yourself with him. He shouldn’t treat you like you’re a child. By the way how old are you?”
“Twenty two and you?”
“Twenty four.” He sat up.
“No way!”
“Ouch, how old did you think I was?”
“Like twenty six?”
“Nope, twenty four, twenty five in a few months.”
“Did you go to college?”
“Yep two years, to play ball.”
“Baseball?”
“Is there another kind?”
I smiled. “Why did you stop?”
“Dad died, things changed.”
I hugged him and he chuckled. “Aww, you’re a sweet little kitty aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” I stood up. “Keys?”
“In it, it’s warming for you.”
“You’re a sweet little…”
“No, not sweet, Bekah. But Momma Joe raised a gentleman. One who is very excited to be that for his girlfriend. Shit that sounds stupid, how about you be my Lady friend?”
“Lady friend sounds like an escort.” I laughed.
“No, I like it. It’s gonna stick.” He grabbed my hand and walked me to the door, “I’ll walk you out. That’s what separates you from the escorts.” He smacked my ass. “No walk of shame for my Lady friend.”
The elevator was empty and he pulled me into him. “Now let me fuck your mouth with my tongue.”
And there went gentleman right out the door, and yes—I liked it.