Glory

 

Beckett’s tight ass teases me from across the kitchen. I’m honed in on it like I’m a heat seeking missile and it is most definitely my target. I didn’t know jeans could hug an ass like that.  

“Wipe the drool off your chin, Glory.” 

I turn and look at Evelyn, and she smiles like the smart ass she is before raising her glass and taking a sip. She lifts one perfectly shaped brow in my direction.  

“Thanks for the cock-block by the way,” I whisper-hiss at her while shooting her with my best death glare.  

“I saved you. Your face was as red as a tomato. I was afraid you were stroking out.”  

“Thanks for that,” I retort with an added heavy dose of sarcasm. “Was I really that red?” 

“Yes, girl. Like Clifford.” 

We both laugh, and at the sound, Beck turns and smiles at me. God…that smile. I could melt from its beauty. I have no doubt he’s gotten everything he’s ever wanted by using that smile.  

And I’m pretty much willing to follow that trail too. The one that leads right to his cock inside me. God, I really need to get laid, and by that meat monster.

“You lucky bitch. He is so fucking fine. You be sure to ride that train, Glory. Ride it good. Blow that whistle.” 

“Shut up. My God. He’s across the kitchen, not in another building.”  

She shrugs and feigns innocence. “What? He can’t hear us. Who cares if he does? God, I’d climb him like a tree.” 

“You’re four feet ten inches. It would be like climbing a tree for you, Evelyn.” 

“I’m five foot one, and I love trees.”    

So do I. Especially ones with giant dicks, an amazing body, and charm that makes me want to drop my drawers right here, right now.

Beck turns again, flashing me that smile. Panty Dropper. That’s what that fucking smile is. Coupled with the charm, it’s lethal. He makes his way back toward where Evelyn and I stand. 

“Incoming,” Evelyn whispers, raising her glass to her lips for a sip of wine.  

Beck sidles up next to me…so close the heat of his body radiates and warms my skin. “What are you two back here giggling about?” 

“Nothing much, big guy. I’m gonna go check on Jen and Ti.” Evelyn starts to walk off but stops and turns to me. 

“Ride the train, Glory. Toot Toot.” She pulls a pretend air horn chain before cackling to herself and continuing over to the rest of the crew.  

Beck laughs, and a grin plays at those sexy fucking lips. “What’s she talking about?”

I roll my eyes. “You never know what will come out of her mouth.” 

“Speaking of mouths. I like your red lipstick. It makes me think very dirty thoughts, sweet Glory.” 

Beck leans into me, and immediately, my nipples pucker, like they can will themselves into his mouth. His hand travels my side slowly, to rest low on my back.

“W-what kind of dirty thoughts, Beck.” 

His breath tickles against my skin as his hand rubs light circles right above my ass. His touch breaks goose bumps across my skin, and my panties dampen.

“Obscene thoughts, Glory. Dirty, fucking obscene.” 

Strike that. My panties just disintegrated. A low groan escapes his lips as he nuzzles his nose into the shell of my ear. My legs begin to shake. Can you come from dirty talk alone? I think I am.  

“I know this isn’t a very gentlemanly conversation to be having, but looking at you makes me want to do so many bad things. None of them anything a gentleman would do.” 

Fuck. I’m panting. 

“Tell me. Tell me, Beck.” My nipples try to poke holes through my dress as I wait for more filth to come out of that gorgeous mouth. 

“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you, Glory? Full of wicked thoughts.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and his finger trails down the column of my neck.  

“First, I’d take that hot as fuck dress off you. I’d take it all off but your heels. The thought of you naked with only those heels on, fuck, makes my dick so hard. I’d grip your hair in both my hands and push you down to your knees. I’d fuck that pretty red painted mouth of yours, hard, until that red was smeared all over my cock. Then I’d pick you up and spread you out on that island and eat your pussy until you scream. I bet you taste so fucking good.” 

I wobble as my mind races with the images he’s putting there. Jesus Christ, this man and his words make me come undone. 

“Then I’d fuck you, Glory. Nice and slow at first. Build you up until that sweet pussy strangles my cock. I wouldn’t be able to hold back after that.” 

He grinds the hard length of his dick into the side of my thigh, and I hear myself whimper before I even realize I have. 

“I bet your little pussy is tight, hot, and wet. Isn’t it, Glory? I bet your little panties are soaked right now. I could stick my hand up your skirt right now, and you’d be wet.” 

His hand slips downward from where it rests on my back, and the back of my skirt begins to ride up my legs.  

Oh, fuck me. He’s not… 

His hand skims up the back of my thigh and continues toward the apex of my legs. I’m practically panting. On the other side of the island, my girls and Maddox have no clue I’m about to be diddled right behind them. It’s so fucking hot. His finger teases the lace edge of my panties as he continues his verbal assault on my libido. 

“Mmmm, you’re so fucking wet, it’s on your thighs. Damn, baby. I need my mouth on you, but for now, this will have to do.” 

A shudder rolls through me when he pushes the lace aside and slips his finger into my slick heat. He runs his finger back and forth a few times then plunges it inside.  

My knees buckle, but I grip onto the counter for support. His finger rushes in and out of me then he adds a second one. I try not to scream as his fingers pump me, desperately trying to steal an orgasm. They can have one. They can have them all. If this man can make me this crazy, with just his words and fingers in a kitchen full of my friends, I cannot wait to see what he can do naked, in a bed.  

“Look at you. Fuck, you are so sexy. I’m trying really hard not to do all the things I just said. You ready to come, Glory? I need you to be quiet so our friends don’t hear. “ 

I nod my head in agreement, and Beck readjusts his fingers. One moves to strum my clit while two go back inside me. Sensations unlike anything I’ve ever experienced wrack my body. My breath rushes past my lips in short puffs. I’m doing everything I can to not scream with what he’s got happening in my panties.  

Holy fuck. 

Holy Fuck. 

I’m coming. 

I turn my head away from him, biting my bottom lip between my teeth as I grip the counter top for dear life. 

“Damn, that was fucking hot,” he whispers as he slides his fingers from me, trailing them down my leg, leaving the evidence of my orgasm in their wake. “Fuck, that was sexy, baby.” 

I turn to look at him when I feel him lean away from me, and he shoves those two fantastic fingers in his mouth. I almost come again. 

He moans around them and then licks his lips. “I could taste that all damn day.”  

Heat floods my face, and I have no doubt I’m likely so red, I look purple. I cannot believe that just happened. I just got fingered by my neighbor, a stranger, while my friends stand twenty feet away from me.  

“Thirsty, babe? You should rehydrate.” He smiles and shoots me a wink. I look down, and his cock is so huge inside his pants, there is no way you can’t notice he has a hard-on. He turns to the counter behind us to make a drink.

Evil thoughts begin to filter into my mind. This man is sex incarnate. For whatever reason, he’s so attracted to me, and I to him, he just got me off in a room full of people. That may be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, and his big cock wasn’t even involved. I feel like it’s my duty to repay the favor because now all I can think about is him doing every dirty, hot thing he just whispered into my ear.  

“I’m thirsty all right, Beck.” My low, sultry tone has him turning his head toward me. 

“That right, Glory?” His eyes become hooded from his arousal. I can't imagine a man sexier than he is right here, in this moment. 

“Yeah, Beck. I’m thirsty as fuck.” My tongue darts out to skim my bottom lip of its own accord, dying to taste his hot flesh. 

He turns back to me, and I slide my hand to the front of his pants and use my index finger to apply a touch of pressure, travelling along his length. His head drops back on a sigh. I lean into his side as he did to me. No one can really tell what’s happening, I don’t believe. We just look like we are standing closely. I’ve never really been a dirty talker. Most of my former boyfriends were pretty vanilla in the bedroom, but Beck is anything but vanilla. Beck is double fucking fudge cookie dough with caramel and cherry sauce.

So, I think about all the delicious things I’ve read in books and get creative.  

“I’d love to see my lipstick smeared all over your big…penis.” Penis? Really, Glory? Fuck. I can do better than that. 

“You can jab it down my throat, good and hard, yeah?” 

Beck turns to look at me while biting back a smile.  

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, you dirty bastard.” 

 Beck laughs so hard, he doubles over, and my hand falls away from him. I turn to see our friends are now looking our way as Beck continues to hold his stomach and laugh, while gasping for air. 

“Um, well it’s getting late, and I need to get going.“ I move backward toward the front door.  

Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. What an idiot I am. What the hell was I even saying? 

“Glory, wait. I’m sorry,” Beck says as he moves toward me. 

 I’m so embarrassed, I can’t even speak to him. I just shake my head and say goodnight while making my way toward my point of escape. I hear a chorus of goodnights as my friends shuffle up behind me to exit. 

“What happened?” Jen asks as she places her hand on my back. I pull open the door to leave. 

“Nothing. Everything. I don’t want to talk about it right now. Let’s just get into my apartment.”  

We get inside, and Wookie comes to meet us. I scoop him up and head toward the couch, my girlfriends stalking quietly behind me. 

“What the hell happened? I looked over once, and you too were all cuddled up in your own world. Not five minutes later, you’re so upset, you can’t even look at any of us.” Jen sits beside me, grabs my hand, and waits for me to answer her question.

Fuck. 

“I’m an idiot, you guys. Just dumb. I embarrassed the hell out of myself and couldn’t stand the humiliation.” 

“What happened, chica? Talk to us.” Evelyn settles onto the arm of the couch, and Christina sits on the edge of the ottoman in front of me. These girls. I love that they are always here for me and that I can tell them anything, but I’m almost too embarrassed to talk. What the fuck was I thinking?  

“I made an idiot out of myself. Beck was whispering all these things he wanted to do to me, and when I tried to reciprocate, it didn’t come out so well.” 

I intentionally leave out the part about coming on his fingers. They’d want every detail, and I’m not feeling particularly sharey at this moment. I’ll keep that to myself. It feels like it should be just for Beck and me anyhow. 

“How not well?” Christina asks, moving in closer to lay her hand on top of mine. 

“I’d love to see my lipstick smeared all over your big…penis. I said penis with a pretty big pause before the penis.” 

“Well, that’s not so terrible. It is more clinical than sultry, but it isn’t bad.” Ev pats my hand before continuing, “Really, not that bad. We’ll work on it.” 

“It gets worse.” 

“Oh hell.” Jen puts her arm around my shoulder. 

“You can jab it down my throat, good and hard, yeah?” 

“You said jab it? Jab it down your throat?” 

I turn to look at Jen and nod my head in agreement to her question. I’m so humiliated, but I might as well tell them the worst part. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, you dirty bastard.”  

To that, they all start laughing hysterically. I lower my head to rest it in my hands, covering my face.  

“Okay, so we work on the dirty talk,” Christina says as she wipes tears from her face. 

“God, I made an ass out of myself. I couldn’t think of how to recover after he started laughing. I ruined it before it could even start. Hell, you heard him laughing at me. I’m humiliated.” 

Ti pats my back. “It’s okay, Glory. Hell, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He was glued to your side all night. He’s too interested to give up that easily.” 

A gentle knock sounds at the door. 

“Loverboy, I presume,” Ti states matter-of-factly as she cocks her head toward the door. “Go, answer the door. See what he has to say.” 

“I don’t want to.” 

“Go!” they yell in unison. 

I huff but stand, smoothing my dress down as I do the walk of shame to my front door. I crack it open just a few inches and peer up to Beck and his damn beautiful green eyes as he stares down at me. 

Well, shit.