Sully

I’m going to see Beckham every day. That’s what I focus on, and not the fact she’s kind of going to be my boss. I honestly could care less about that, because I’m getting what I deserve. Matt hired her because I screwed her over by having her fired, and I deserve whatever she throws my way.

These are my thoughts, as I spend my last evening of freedom relaxing by the main pool back at the apartments. Sure, I’ll have days off, so it’s not my last time out here, but it won’t be the same. Today is literally the last carefree day I’ll have for a long time, and I’m kind of loving the idea of it. I may not be putting my business degree to use in the way I’d hoped, but this is better. I’m going to prove myself, and work my way up to where I want to be at C&C.

“And this is the main pool area,” I hear from behind me. Turning, I see Beckham with one of the Security guys.

“Hey.”

“Oh, hi,” she says, tucking some of her flowing blonde hair behind her ear.

“You two know each other? That’s perfect since you’re going to be living next door to each other.”

“We are?” she asks, her blue eyes going wide.

“Yes. The apartment you chose is next to Sully’s.”

“Good choice,” I tell her with a wink.

“I have some work to do, so do you think you could show her everything else, Sully?” he asks.

“I’m happy to show her anything she’d like to see.”

“It’s no problem,” she tells him, but I can see her smile is forced. “I don’t want to keep you from your work. Thank you for your help.”

He walks away, and she stands in front of me, looking so beautiful it almost hurts. Her blonde hair is in curls, cascading almost to her elbows. Her mouth is the stuff of legends, and her lean body is encased in the same work clothes she had on earlier, but here, they turn me on even more. I can imagine unbuttoning that shirt to find her small, pert, breasts begging for my mouth. And while her skirt goes to her calves, I imagine her legs wrapping around me, too. Then there’s her simple black heels. Who knew simple could be so sexy?

“Damn.”

I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud, until she hits me with her purse. “My eyes are up here, you pig!”

“Ow. Sorry. I’m human, and you’re looking good enough to eat several times before I’d be sated.”

She clenches her thighs together. It’s just a little, and if I wasn’t watching every bit of her body, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Oh yeah, she’s pretending she doesn’t want what I’m offering, but she does.

“I’m not one of your groupies.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

“Then stop looking at me like you hope I’ll drop to my knees for a quick suck!”

“Oh, Beckham, when you drop to your knees for me, I’m afraid it will be quick, because you’re so fucking hot, I’ll blow once that sexy mouth of yours touches my cock.”

“When? There is no ‘when’.”

She says the words, but I see her blue eyes turn to sapphire, her soft cheeks going pink, and her throat working hard as she swallows. Not to mention, she unconsciously licks her lips. I know she didn’t mean to do it, because she automatically covers her mouth, but I saw it. Oh yeah, she wants her mouth on me, but I want mine on her too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be feasting first, just like I mentioned before. I can’t wait to taste that pussy.”

“Forget the tour! I’m just going to go back to my apartment, and um, get unpacked.”

“Make sure to unpack your vibe, Beautiful, and think of me when you’re pumping it in, and out.”

She practically runs from me, blushing even more, and once she’s gone, the smile slips from my face. I riled her up, but she did the same to me without even having to talk about it. My dick is so hard, it’s going to break off if I don’t give it some relief. Thankfully, there’s an enclosed shower nearby.

I lock myself in, close the roof, and start stroking myself. All it takes is the memory of Beckham licking her lips to have my dick leaking, and hurting even more. Fuck, how can it hurt even more? Oh yeah, because I haven’t been fucking lately, and I only know of one woman I want to fuck right now. The one who might be using the vibrator I now know for sure she has.

Okay, and now I’m coming, pumping my hips hard as I spurt all over the tile. Coming and coming until I think there can’t be anything left inside of me. Once I recover, I think about what just happened. How hard I came. I can’t remember coming even that hard inside a pussy before, which scares me a little, while also thrilling me.

Beckham Williams just gave me the best little death of my life, but if I don’t tread carefully with her, I’m afraid she may just kill me outright. I’ll probably deserve it once all is said and done, but first, I need to convince her to give me—and my body—a chance. I have a feeling it’s going to take the head in my skull, and not the one between my legs, to make that happen, but I’m up for the challenge. Win her over without a touch, and then fuck her with my cock until there’s no way for either of us to ever get enough. Sounds like a plan.

* * *

Beckham

Damn Sully, and his too sexy voice, body, and smell. “Oh God, Sully. Yes! God, yes!” I yell the words as I come around my battery-operated friend.

Uh-huh, I just used the vibrator he somehow knew I had, and thoughts of him, to get myself off. And it was a good one. Fuck, it was a good one.

I lie panting on my bed, trying to think of a reason I shouldn’t go ravage the man himself, when my phone beeps on the nightstand. Picking it up, I see an email from Beverly, and now I remember why I can’t go next door, and ask for an all-night mouth fuck.

I am maybe his boss. I don’t know for sure, and that’s why I can’t lust after him. I could ask if I’m his boss, but then what? Matt says no, and I start being his fuck buddy? Could I even be someone’s fuck buddy? No. Maybe. I just don’t know.

They say you don’t know about things, until you try them. My body’s telling me to try him, but I can’t. Not yet, at least. I don’t know how long is appropriate to wait before asking if I’m his boss, but I’m thinking the first day isn’t the right time. I’ll know the right time when it comes, right?

Plus, he cost me my job, almost making me homeless. Sure, I’m about to start a job that pays more, with more benefits, but does that mean I can just fall onto his cock like nothing happened? Maybe, if that’s all it is. But, again, I’m not that girl. This is all too damn confusing.

To keep my mind off the sexy Middle Eastern man of my fantasies, I walk around my apartment again. The nice Security guy showed me five different apartments, all decorated in different styles, but I fell in love with this one immediately.

It’s girly, but modern too. It’s mostly grey, black, and white in the living spaces, but there is a dark teal wall in the dining room, and for the kitchen backsplash. My bedroom is a deep plum, with silver accents, and the bathroom is grey and cobalt blue. The floors are a grey wood, with plush rugs scattered everywhere, and I have a huge closet. As soon as I walked in the door, I knew I had to have it.

I was so excited, I didn’t even look at the appliances closely. If I’m ordering groceries, I need to know how much space I have. My closet has plenty of space, and I’ve already seen the extra towels and linens in the hall closet, but the fridge—and the cabinets—are calling to me right now.

I stagger back when I open the fridge, because it’s fully stocked with anything I could want. There are sliced meats, condiments, eggs, milk, various drinks, and more. The freezer holds meats, veggies, and even a couple of pizzas. I’m almost giddy when I open the cupboards, and find them stocked too. I’m definitely not waking up if this is all a dream.

I have food, a safe and beautiful place to stay, and a great job. There’s nothing more I need right now, and I feel like I can finally breathe again. The knock at my door startles me, but I recover, and open it, promptly feeling like I’m in a dream again.

Kace Reynolds is outside my door. The Kace Reynolds, of Storyside, my favorite boy band. He’s holding some bags like it’s no big deal, and I’m trying not to hyperventilate.

“Can we come in Beckham?”

I whip my head to the left, and see his wife, Stella. She works at the C&C Foundation, and her arms are loaded with clothes. Did I mention that she’s also a world-renowned stylist?

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry.”

“No worries. My husband tends to have that effect on women of a certain age.”

“All ages. I affect women of all ages,” he protests.

“Sure, you do.”

I just look back and forth between them, once again feeling like I have to be in a dream. There is no way this couple is in my apartment. No way at all.

“You okay?” Kace asks, reaching for me like I might faint. I almost do when his hands grip my biceps, and he looks into my eyes.

“Uh-huh.”

“I think we’re going to need you to go, K. Do you want a selfie before he leaves, Beckham?”

Leaves? “I am so sorry. He can stay, if he wants. I won’t behave like a moron any longer.”

“Honey, you can act like that any time. My ego can use the boost.”

Stella rolls her eyes at him. “You are so fucking ridiculous.”

“It’s one of the things you like best about me, Love. Admit it.”

“I’ll admit you’ve learned how to use your cock piercing to my advantage, but that’s about it.”

My eyes go wide, and my mouth drops open. Kace just smiles at me. “You’re freaking the poor girl out.”

“Sorry. I have absolutely no filter, and no shame about our games. Or body parts.”

I shake my head. “You shouldn’t be ashamed. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“On that note, I really do think I should go. Selfie? You can post it anywhere as long as you don’t check in near here.”

I nod, as he takes my phone from my hands, where I didn’t realize I was still clutching it. We smile for one, and he kisses my cheek for the next one, resulting in a shocked face as he taps the screen.

“Wow,” I say when he swaggers out the door.

“Yes, he is. Don’t tell him I admitted it, or I’ll never live it down, but my husband is definitely ‘wow’. Anyway, I’m here to bring you some work clothes.”

Because she saw what I was wearing earlier, and now she’s seeing me in an oversized tee and leggings. Real fashionable. “Oh, um, thanks, but I can’t afford this.”

“You’re not paying for it.”

I sigh. “Matt or Nev?”

“Reina.”

“Oh, God. She’s so glamorous, and she was embarrassed for me, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, and no. I love her closet almost more than I love mine, but again, that stays between us. She wasn’t embarrassed for you, but she knows how the women and men who work for Matt are. He has strict anti-bullying policies, but you just got a job everyone wanted, and there will be some claws out. They’ll keep it within bounds, but they’re going to come for you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I have no doubt, but being the best-dressed on that side of the building won’t hurt.”

I want the clothes I see, and probably whatever’s in the bags too, but it doesn’t feel right. “I’ve been raised not to take handouts I don’t need.”

“If you don’t accept her gifts, Reina’s not going to be happy. Keeping your boss’ wife happy should be a top priority, don’t you think?”

“So, you’re saying I need these clothes.”

She shrugs. “It’s one way to look at things.”

“Okay, let’s see what you brought me, and if it fits.”

“It’ll fit. My job is to make sure it fits.”

She’s right. Two hours later, I’ve tried on everything she brought me, and every piece fits like it was made for me. I balked at trying on the bras and panties, but I have no doubt they’re my size as well. Stella’s amazing at her job, and by the time we’re done, I know she’s helping me with mine too. It’s funny how you don’t even know what you need until it appears on your door step, and is carried inside by a pop star.