Glory

 

I glance over at Beck just in time to see him slide his sunglasses on. Damn it if he isn’t even hotter. He absolutely looks the part of a rock god. I did a little research on him, and he is just as famous as the girls said. His band has sat on the top of the charts since their debut about ten years ago. Which means, Beck is loaded. Not that I care about such things, but it does tell me he isn’t flashy like you’d think he would be. My building is nice, but I definitely couldn’t afford to buy there, and I do pretty well. With the money he has to be making, he could afford a mansion or a private island. Hell, he could afford a mansion on a private island. So, this leads me to think he is pretty down to earth. I like that about him. I don’t think he even owns a car.

We head to Everything is Better with Cream, Jen and Evelyn’s bakery, for breakfast. He holds the door and let’s Wookie and me enter first. As soon as the door chimes and Jen looks up and sees who I’m with, her eyes go wide before her devious little devil smile shines. I smile back like a giddy kid showing off a new pony. I search but don’t see Ev. She must be in the back. 

“Morning, you two. Are you hungry?” Jen asks, that devil smirk even bigger now. She may sound like she’s just asking an innocent question, but I know her. Her question really means, Glory, did you wake up in bed with him this morning? I just smile and answer her question. “Famished.” Her eyes shoot wide for a second before Ev saunters in. 

“Well, my, my, my…look here. What are you two up to this morning?  Out and about early, aren’t you?” She pins me with a glare. 

“I bumped into Glory on her way out this morning, and she was gracious enough to let me tag along. We need some food and coffee please, ladies.” I watch Jen and Evelyn all but produce heart eyes. I know how you feel, girls. 

I swear, everything he says and does is like throwing lust fuel on my sex fire. I watch with rapt fascination when he bites into his bagel. Those luscious lips close around it as his teeth sink into it. I imagine him biting into my shoulder while he thrusts into me from behind. The muscles in his defined jaw work as he chews, and the sexy way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows steals my breath. Watching someone eat shouldn’t make you horny, but I swear, watching Beckett eat is near orgasmic for me. 

Jen and Evelyn don’t help. I can feel them staring at us. Every time I turn to look behind the counter, they are standing there smiling at us like loons. Of course, Evelyn is about as subtle as an explosion. She keeps coming over to refill our drinks and bring us more food. Speak of the devil. 

“Beck, wouldn’t you like to lick up Glory’s cream?” Evelyn asks, likely happy with herself that I’m turning fifty shades of red. Beck slightly chokes on the bite of bagel in his mouth. I’m having a cream horn with my coffee. “I hear it’s fantastic,” she adds, winking at me in exaggerated manner before turning to head back to the counter. I want to stab Evelyn with my fork. If Beck notices her innuendos, he is kind enough not to say anything, although his devilish smile lights up the room…and my vagina.

After breakfast, he walks Wookie and me to my store. He browses through the aisles, and my eyes follow him everywhere he goes while I try to get set up to open. Beck heads toward our indie author section and pulls a book from the shelf. My heart does a happy dance. There is nothing sexier than a good-looking man reading a book. He skims through it and brings it with him when he approaches the counter. As he makes his way toward me, his swagger about sends me into an orgasm. Everything this man does is just sexy. Right now, I see the appeal he can have to millions of fans. 

“What are your plans today?” I ask, hoping like hell he’ll say fucking me senseless.

 He doesn’t. 

“We’re rehearsing some new material we wrote. We hit the road to go on a small tour in a few days.” At his words, my heart drops. He’s leaving. I know he’s a big rock star and that’s what they do, but that knowledge disappoints me nonetheless. He’ll be on the road where women will constantly be available and lining up in most instances. Not that I have any claim to him. He’s just my neighbor, who happens to put on a peep show for me. 

“I’d like to buy this book and take you to dinner tomorrow night, if you’d be up for it.” 

Did he just ask me out?

“Yes, I did.” Beck laughs, and it’s then I realize my internal question was definitely not internal. 

“Oh, umm, yes. I’d like that very much.” So very mother fucking much, inside I’m dancing. I ring up his book, fumbling as I take his credit card.

“I’ll pick you up at eight, then? Is that good for you?” His smile turns boyish, and his hand finds its way to the back of his neck again.   

“Eight?” My question sounds nervous when I hand him the bag containing his book. 

I follow him to the door where I reach around him to flip the closed sign to open. He leans in closer to me. My hand holds onto the sign with a kung-fu death grip. 

“Does eight work for you, Glory?” His low, raspy whispered words trace my lips, his mouth mere centimeters from mine. Although he is just confirming the time for our date, it feels like he’s talking about more. So much more. The boyish charm from moments ago has been replaced by pure, hot-blooded, horny man. He looks at me like I’m dessert. I’m dying to let him eat it.

“Eight sounds fucking perfect, Beckett.” Packing everything I’m dying to say and do to him into my reply, I wasn’t leaving any room to guess where I see this going. I might as well just have said, Here! Fuck me! Right here! Please baby Jesus in the manger, let this happen. Maybe I should have just said that. 

The low groan that slips past his lips tells me he received the message. My body is wound so damn tight from over a year’s worth of a cockless dry spell, I feel like I could snap and burst into a thousand horny pieces. Our sexual tension flows like electrical currents through the air. His lips just skim mine, the barest brush. He pulls back slightly and a sexy as all fuck smile plasters his beautiful face. His eyes cloud with lust. I can practically see all the shit he plans to do to my body. I am so fucking down. I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl, really. I mean, I’ve had them, of course. Who hasn’t? If you say no, you’re lying, but that’s never been my norm. I would totally get it on with Beckett, but it’s like every time things start to get heated, someone or something comes along to stop it. Every damn time. 

I take a deep breath. Do not jump on him, Glory. Do not. I take another deep breath, and I try to compose myself. 

It doesn’t help. 

Fuck this shit. It’s on, mother fucker. I’ve had enough.

I attack. I lunge for him with a growl and jump on him like a lioness taking down her prey. Glory has been unleashed. Hear her roar. 

I’m like a horny, possessed, sex-starved demon. My legs, with a mind of their own, wrap around his waist, leaving him no option but to hold my ass in his big, calloused hands. Heaven. Absolute Heaven. I grab his hair with both hands. The surprised look on his face doesn’t fucking stop me from tugging the strands, hard, as I use them like handles to pull his mouth to mine. Our teeth clash and tongues fly, and it is fucking amazing. 

My dress has ridden up on my thighs, and Beck takes full advantage of the situation by shoving it up over my ass, exposing my thong. He groans into my mouth when his hands land in a slap on the bare flesh of my ass. Squeezing my cheeks in a death grip, he uses the hold on my ass to move my wet, thong-covered pussy up and down over his hard cock. I know, without a doubt, my ass will be bruised. I’ll wear them like a horny badge of honor. I moan as I basically try to strangle him with my tongue. I’m out of control, and I don’t care. My nipples are so hard, they hurt. My clit feels like it’s going to detonate. It’s like a time bomb, and the countdown to my orgasm is definitely on. 

The friction from his jean-covered dick is pushing me higher, higher, higher. I’m so close to coming, I can taste it. My God, how could I forget how good a real flesh and blood man feels? Beck isn’t just any man, though. He’s a damn hurricane of sexy, which I’m happily getting battered by. I’m not sure any woman could keep her hands to herself when he’s around. The muscles of his arms flex and shift against the outside of my thighs. It turns me on even more, if that’s possible.

God, he’s so strong. I bet he could fill my fantasy of getting fucked against a wall. 

“Fuck yeah, I can!” he says before he starts walking with me latched onto him like some sort of horny sloth. It takes me a minute to realize I’ve again not been able to contain my inner dialogue. I can’t give enough fucks to care right now. I’ll worry about that later. 

Yes, Yes, Yes. His hands lift me up and down, establishing a rhythm as he walks with me humping him for all I’m worth. I ride him like he’s a fucking prize stallion, my legs squeezing tighter around his waist. 

“Glory. Fuck. You are so damn sexy. I can feel your hot pussy through my pants. Fucking hell, I need to get inside you.”

God, his filthy damn mouth. I love it. Fuck, I love it. I want to sit on it. My back hits a wall, and his mouth is all over me. On my neck, on my ear, on my chest, then he sucks my nipple into his mouth through my lace bra and thin material of my dress. Apparently, that nipple is attached to my clit somehow. It throbs, demanding some long overdue attention. My brain feels like it’s going to implode. The only thing floating around in there right now are visions of Beck and his giant, beautiful cock taking up residence in my vagina. Seriously. His dick is magical, like a fucking unicorn.

“Damn, baby,” Beck says as he thrusts up against me. The friction is delicious, but I want more. I need more. His words hurtle me toward the climax I’m chasing. My brain begins to buzz, and my blood heats. Beck’s mouth finds mine again as his hand leaves my ass and comes back in a loud slap that echoes around my bookstore. I groan, and he devours it. If it’s even possible, his dick gets harder. I pull back from our kiss and look down into those gorgeous eyes. This is the sexiest man in the entire damn world. I’m about to come all over his pants. I mentally high-five myself. Go me. But it isn’t enough.

“Clothes off! Unicorn cock in me! Now!” I’ve somehow forgotten how to speak in full sentences. Beck laughs but wastes no time. One of his hands leaves my ass and somehow, he manages to get his belt undone and is working on the button of his jeans while he still dry-humps me up against the wall.  

“Oh. Oh, my goodness. I’m sorry. So sorry. The sign says you’re open. I um, I’ll just come back.” 

Beck and I both turn our heads toward the elderly voice. I’m still up against the wall, legs wrapped around him like a vise. My ass is fully out of my dress since I realize it’s sitting on my waist and Becks’ hand is clearly on my bare cheek. His other hand has momentarily stilled on his button, and he slowly, very slowly stops rubbing himself against me, like he’s hoping the floor will open up and swallow her so we can continue. I’ve never wanted a sink hole in my store until this moment. My clit is seriously very pissed off about this turn of events and throbs in protest.

Is this what blue balls feels like? Is this blue clit? Is that a thing? I need to google that.  

“May I help you?” I smile like a crazed lunatic as I ask the very shocked World’s Greatest Grandma…according to her shirt she is wearing, anyway.   

“Mother fucking cock-blockers every damn where,” Beck grumbles as he lays his head on my chest. 

“I was actually looking for this year’s edition of a cook book that’s published annually by the local Rotary Club. Do you carry that?” 

A fucking cookbook? I’m not going to get laid because this lady wants to cook?

“Yes, we do, but I’m sorry, it’s currently out of stock. Try down at Henry’s Drug Store. They may still have some copies.” 

“Thank you, young lady, and I’m not certain you’re aware, but your derrière is exposed, dear.”  

“Um, thanks. I’ll get that under control.” 

Fucking World’s Greatest cock-blocker. That’s what her t-shirt should say.

The door chimes when she leaves. We were so caught up in each other, we didn’t hear it when she came in. Beck’s head is still against my shoulder, and I feel him begin to vibrate before I hear his laugh. 

“It’s like the world is trying to keep me out of your pants.” 

At that, I start to laugh too. Although, I’m really finding it to be more frustrating than funny. I was about to have a fantastic orgasm. I think Beck is right. The world is trying to keep him out of my pants.

Beck lets me slide down his body, his cock still hard. He groans as I slide down the length of him, my legs releasing their hold to let my feet find the floor. I want to cry for the loss of his unicorn cock and die from the embarrassing scene a customer walked in on. Just as I’m pulling my dress back down and Beck is buckling his belt, Christina walks in.  

“Is your boob leaking, Glory, and why did I just get stopped by an old lady wearing a t-shirt that said The World’s Greatest Grandma? She saw me about to come in and stopped me to tell me not to go inside because there were fornicators.”