Glory

 

“Let me apologize to you, please. I’m sorry, but what you said was so funny, and cute. I didn’t mean to upset you. Can you step out here, please?” 

I look back at my girls sitting in the living room. Christina and Jen make shooing motions with their hands while Ev air humps and grinds her hips as she mouths, “toot-toot” while pulling on her imaginary train whistle. 

With a sigh, I open the door and step out into the hallway. Beck barely moves out of the way, and I have to squeeze past him to stand in front of him. My back almost touches the wood frame. He leans in, lifting his arm to rest it beside my head as he presses me into the wall, caging me in between my front door and his body. 

He bends down and rests his forehead against mine. “You make me crazy. Absolutely fucking crazy. From the first moment I saw you. I’m sorry I made you feel embarrassed. Forgive me?” Pulling his head back, he kisses my forehead, then my cheek, followed by the tip of my nose. My heart and the previous embarrassment and anger I felt dissolve under his attention. 

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I left like that.” 

“You have nothing to apologize for. Sorry, baby. I was really turned on, though. My laughing didn’t mean my dick wasn’t rock hard for you.” 

“Christ, you have the best apologies.” 

“You should see how good they can get the better I know you.” As if to emphasize his point, he quirks up one brow. I feel that tingle again in my lady garden. This man. Him and his words. I have never had a man dirty talk to me before. I thought that only existed in books. It may be my new favorite thing.  

Yeah?” I ask, pressing myself into his body.

“Yeah. You make it easy for me to think a lot of dirty fucking things, baby. Like hiking this dress up and pushing into you. So soft and easy.” 

Fuck. He’s like walking sex. Sex on legs.  

“What would you do?” I may not be able to dirty talk like him, but fuck it if I can’t listen. He’s like an artist, sex is his canvas, and dirty words are his paint. I’m dying to get covered in his artistic medium. 

“I’d grab your hips and pull you to me.”  

He does just that. 

“Then I’d lean in and claim that sexy red mouth with mine. Licking every fucking, sex hungry moan out of your mouth.” 

And he does.  

His mouth covers mine, and his tongue swipes at my lips. He bites gently, and he tugs on my bottom lip before he releases it. His mouth hovers just centimeters over mine. His breath smells of whiskey as it feathers softly along my lips, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on. His tongue sneaks out and wets his bottom lip, and I’m done. Done fucking playing. Done fucking teasing. I am done. I attack his mouth with a hunger I’ve never felt or known for a man before. I don’t know what it is. Lust. I’m pretty fucking sure it is deep fucking lust. 

His tongue slides between my lips, and Beckett Jameson makes love to my mouth with his. It is amazing. So very amazing. The roughness of his stubble grazes my skin as he groans and pulls me into him before pressing me into the doorframe with his weight. His hand grabs at my thigh, lifting it up to his hip as he pushes that trouser snake against my clit. I groan, and he swallows it, giving me his own in return. His free hand is now everywhere. My hair, my breast, my nipple, pinching with a slight twist that makes my body tremble and my knees weak. That delicious hand slides to my ass, grabbing and squeezing. 

“Your ass is going to be the death of me. I chased you down to meet you because of this ass.” To drive his statement home, he squeezes my globe firmly, and I moan.  

“Fuck yeah. This is better than porn.” 

Beck and I turn our faces, cheeks touching, still locked in our embrace, and we glare at Maddox…who is now standing in the hall beside us. 

“You have got to be kidding me, cock-blocker.” Beck groans and lets my leg slide down as he begins to untangle himself from me. 

“Don’t stop. I was totally enjoying the show.” Maddox wiggles his eyebrows in my direction, and Beck growls almost possessively at him. 

“What do you want, fucker?” Beck’s tone leaves no room to be considered joking. 

“It’s getting late. I’m heading out.” 

“Bye, Fucker.” 

“Jesus, Beck. Get laid already. You’re becoming a crabby bitch.” Madd chuckles and moves toward us.

“Madd, I swear to God, if you don’t walk off right now, I’m going to fuck you up.” 

“Easy, big guy. I’m going.” 

Maddox turns to me and bows, sweeping his hands through the air dramatically before looking me in the eyes from his bowed position. “Milady,” he says with a wicked, sexy smile, then he turns and struts down the hall. 

“Jesus. We are surrounded by cockblockers. You better look out if I ever get you alone, Glory.” 

I giggle. He makes me do that. I don’t understand why. 

“I’m going to sit in an ice bath. You get back inside before I drag you to a bed and do unspeakable things to your body.” 

I can totally get on board with that. 

He places a chaste kiss on my lips before turning the door handle and pushing my door open. His hand swatting my ass makes me jump as I walk back inside. I turn to look at him, and with a wink, he pulls my door shut. 

“Hot damn. That must have been some fucking apology or did you get hit by a tornado in the hallway?” Christina asks, and I turn to look in the mirror. 

“Jesus.” 

My hair is in a tangled mess. My red lipstick is smeared all over my face and my kiss-swollen lips. My glasses sit precariously atop my nose, crooked, and my dress is half shoved off my boob. My cardigan hangs wonkily from my shoulder. Damn. I try to pat my hair back to some form of normalcy then decide screw it and twist it into a bun on top of my head. I mentally add smudge-proof lipstick to my shopping list, hoping more sexy times are in store for Beck and me. 

“Okay. That was hot as hell. I don’t know what happened. One minute, he was apologizing. The next, he was dry-humping me up against the doorframe. Let’s talk some books, ladies.” I grab a tissue off the entry table and try to wipe the lipstick from my face and lips. 

“Fuck that. What happened with Beck?” Jen asks, moving to the kitchen to fill her wine glass. 

“He apologized. Dirty words were said, and I almost came in the hall, until Maddox interrupted. Can we discuss books now?” 

I really just wanted to get them out of my house and go rub one out. Damn Beck and his filthy mouth. Wine sounds like a good idea. I make my way to the kitchen to pour myself a glass. Maybe it will calm this need to go see for myself just what Beck’s filthy mouth is capable of doing. 

“She just wants us to leave so she can masturbate.” Ev reads my mind as she joins us in the kitchen. 

“Evelyn Salinas,” Ti chastises her.  

“What, it’s what I’d want after getting shut down. Let’s go girls. Glory needs some alone time.” Evelyn snags her purse while simultaneously chugging the rest of the wine in her glass. 

We say our goodbyes, and I breathe a sigh of relief.  

After a shower and getting into my most comfortable pajamas, I wander through the house, shutting off the lights and TV. But then I hear the unmistakable sound of a groan. I stand stock still. It comes again. Longer, a bit louder this time. 

“Holy shit.” 

It’s Beck. I forgot about the hole in the wall. I tiptoe over to it and move the painting I placed in front of it as quietly as I can. I sit down and press my eye to the wall to spy on my neighbor. There he is…sprawled out on his bed in all his naked beauty. 

Naked. Thank you, baby Jesus.  

His abs flex and pull as he pistons his hand up and down his slick shaft. The light from his TV casts shadows on him, making him look mysterious and sinful. It sounds like he’s watching a porn. 

“Right there, Daddy!” Yep. Porn. A woman’s voice shouts and moans in a way too exaggerated manner. He isn’t watching the TV, though. He has his eyes closed. I watch him for a few moments before I realize my hand is slowly travelling down to my fun zone. I slip my hand into my pajamas and inside my panties to find my clit. A little rub won’t hurt anything, right? Hell, he’ll never know. 

I rub myself in tandem to his ministrations as I use my other hand to free myself from my pajama and panty prison. Just when my breath speeds up and I am trying to stifle back my own moan, I hear Beck’s breathing increase. The muscles in his arm flex and bulge with each stroke of his hand. Another slow, low moan rolls from his lips as his eyes squeeze tighter. He strokes faster, faster, faster. 

So do I. 

Is it hot in here? I rip my shirt off awkwardly, with one hand as he lifts his hips from the bed, thrusting into his vise-like grip. He’s about to come and so am I. He is so fucking hot. 

“Mmmm…Glory.” 

My name tumbling from his lips as he comes sends me toward the edge. I slap my free hand over my mouth, squeeze my eyes shut, and rub my clit raw before I come, stifling my own sounds. 

This is the best sex I’ve never had.