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He sips, and I watch his thick neck dip inward as he swallows. “Do you want a drink?”
I shake my head, mainly declining because I’ve had way too much already, and I’d really like to enjoy myself tonight.
“This is me unwinding after a hectic month. This is you taking control and having your way, any which way you want it. This is going to be…” Beckett’s words trail off.
“The best one-night stand of your fucking life, Beckett,” I supply.
His returning smile soaks my panties.
CHAPTER THREE
Beck
“Call me Beck,” I counter to her crude remark that I hope is a fact.
Annie reaches up and unfastens the horrific wig. I’m thankful though. It counts toward the Bachelor Party Scavenger Hunt. One of us had to fuck a cougar. Even if it’s a costume, they said it would count. It doesn’t hurt. I know she’s hot under it all.
“Beck,” she rasps, licking her lips. “Which way to the bathroom, so that I can turn back into myself.”
I nod my head toward the guest bath in the hallway and listen as she closes the door behind her. The water runs, and then the toilet flushes twice. There should be nerves. I don’t know her at all. It was far easier than it’s ever been before. She really just wants to fuck. I try not to read into it too far because that ruins the mood, I’ve been looking forward to this for a month. I walk across the hall to my bedroom and open the window to air it out. I only came in here to drop my bag off before meeting my friends. Other than that, it’s been shuttered for a month, save for my cleaning lady. This is my real home, not the apartment where I watch and listen to Ramsey. That’s work. It feels weird to be in this space sometimes because I lived here before I was a Charge Man. These walls have seen a man who lived a completely different life. The sheets are clean and save for a bit of dusting, everything is ready to be lived in. It has a fire escape ladder and a small landing porch if you crawl outside the window. There’s a man who lives in the apartment building across the street who walks around naked at night because he knows everyone in my building can see into his. The lights are off in his home tonight. Thank God.
Annie comes out of the guest bathroom and joins me in my room, holding her wig, frock, and tights over her forearm. She has on a simple black slip, and she’s barefoot. With her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and the granny glasses gone, I realize she looks familiar. My heart races as she sets her stuff down on the desk chair, her gaze locked on mine. The alcohol numbs the Charge Man part of my mind. It’s why I can never drink when I’m on shift. Correction: copious amounts of alcohol make me forget things I should remember.
“You look…” I say, stepping back to get a better look at her.
“Better now that I’m not old?” she jokes, eyes twinkling.
Man, is she hot. Her body is fire. Even more so than I first gauged at the bar. Her eyes are a creamy hazel and large, and the way she moves gives off the air of confidence. Annie licks her lips, and I inhale a ragged breath as she lifts the thin dress over her head to expose her fully naked, lithe body.
“I look what?” The slip floats to the ground by her feet. The casual way she undresses and approaches me makes me feel important. Her face is so concentrated on my body that it seems she needs me to survive.
“You look… perfect,” I reply, forgetting my train of thought completely. I notice a scar, but the rest of her beauty overpowers my senses. “You look delicious,” I add, taking off my shirt. “Edible. Tight.” I can see the wetness on her thighs between her legs. “You look wet. Ready for me.” There’s no controlling my thoughts. There’s only her. Her body. A raw sensation tears through me as I let the beast out of the cage.
She slides her hand between her legs and dips her middle finger inside. I watch, but she only has eyes for me as she brings the same finger up to her mouth and runs it down the front of her lips and tongue. “I am wet. For you.”
It’s hard to resist, to not rush her and bury my throbbing cock inside her this very second, but she deserves more than a quick fuck. Swallowing down the urge, I approach her and put my finger where hers just were. Her snatch clenches around my finger when I slip it inside. It’s warm and tight. I groan, “This. This for me? You shouldn’t have.”
“Actually, I should have,” Annie says, breathing ragged. “Lie down on the bed.” At her order, my dick jerks. She’s doing what I said. “You’re in control a lot, aren’t you? Maybe you’re the boss? Have to make a lot of decisions daily?”
Backing up, I cover the king-sized bed with my body, and Annie follows me. “You don’t want to make any decisions right now. You don’t want to think. You just want to feel good.” She’s not asking, but I still nod my head.
“First, we’re going to sixty-nine because I want to ride your face,” she says, straddling my face. The view is magnificent. Her waxed cunt cuts the view of my ceiling. “And your big dick? I want to gag on it.”
“Jesus, Annie. Sure your name isn’t Angel? I think you fell out of my personal heaven.”
She sits down, her warm, slippery skin on my nose and mouth. “I don’t come from heaven, Beck. I’m more of a tropical woman.”
It’s the last thing I hear before she takes my dick into her mouth and slides all the way down. My hips jut up, seeking to go deeper. She coughs and gags but continues. Her scent is intoxicating. I can’t tell if it’s because I’ve gone without for so long or because there’s something about her. Annie tastes clean, and it’s almost criminal how soft her skin is smooth against my rough beard. She doesn’t seem to mind as the second I start working her with my tongue, she grinds against my face. I find myself gasping for breaths. In between my dick thrusting into her throat and against her lips, her warm tongue swirling around the head when she comes up, and her wet clit grinding on my chin, it’s sensory overload. Holding her ass cheeks open, I easily lift her weight off my face so I can fuck her tight hole with my tongue. I lap at her. I suck her. I devour every drop that dares exit before I can punish her with my cock instead of my mouth.
Annie moans out a long, tantalizing cry, and her cunt explodes around my tongue. While she comes, her mouth pauses, but damn if she doesn’t lick my balls the entire time. Her body shakes a little, but she never falters, her mouth speeding up, taking me back into her throat after her orgasm subsides. I’m lapping at her languidly now that she’s sensitive, and I realize this woman is built for fucking speed. It makes a little more sense to me—why she so eagerly left with me. Annie doesn’t have a gun. She has an appetite for sex. I honestly cannot think of a better woman to land on.
“Let’s,” I say, tonguing her clit gently, “fuck.” One more flick to drive my point home.
She turns off me and arches her back as she places her knees on either side of my hips.
Her neck works as she swallows hard. “I have no idea why that felt so good.”
I grin, wiping my mouth off with my forearm. “Do orgasms not always feel good?”
