Chapter 3
Friday 10.01pm
Cynthia
I don’t know what has gotten in me. Not that Becker seems to mind, he’s not even shocked, he just grabs me and kisses me so hard I can’t breathe.
We stumble out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, mouths pressed together as I slide my hands up Becker’s t-shirt.
My fingers trail over the hard muscle of his stomach, and my entire body seems to groan with pleasure.
It might be reckless and dangerous, bad and completely out of character, but everything about this night feels good.
Either I’ve lost my mind, or I’ve found it because I have never felt this uninhibited around someone before.
And it’s not just the alcohol. It’s him, it’s his upbringing, it’s the knowledge this is going to be our secret. And that knowledge alone is making my body come alive.
My tongue seeks his out, and I near ram it down his throat as I slide my fingers over his now very hard cock.
I groan as he breaks the kiss and flicks on a set of subtle blue lighting similar to the ones in the kitchen. I blink, and have the presence of mind to think for half a second. “The power goes out a lot?”
He nods. “It’s an old building. Things break regularly.”
I start to ask him another question but he’s not interested in talking. His hand slides to the back of my neck, and in one slick move, he’s undone my halter neck.
“Take it off,” he growls.
I swallow hard, lust now flowing freely as I do what he says, and slowly remove the dress I knew I shouldn’t have worn.
My nipples pucker as I remove the only barrier between us. A low growl emits from his throat as he sees I’m only wearing a g-string. “Fuck, woman,” he says.
Before I can blink, he spins me around and pulls me against his chest. His hands run over my breasts, stiffening my nipples, and sending a ripple of pleasure resounding around my body.
His hand slides down my body until his fingers are inside my panties and rubbing my already slick pussy. “Oh, shit, oh, yes, there,” I whisper.
His fingers probe my clit, seeking out my wetness as I grow more and more aroused.
Skin burning and breath coming in rapidly, I’m close to coming when he withdraws his hand.
Before I can miss his touch, he has me on the bed, and he’s tugging at my panties so roughly the delicate fabric rips.
He doesn’t ask for permission just spreads my legs and plunges his tongue into my pussy.
Not caring about anything but coming, I arch my back and open my mouth wide as his tongue caresses my clitoris until I’m writhing on his bed.
As an orgasm starts to build, I grab his head and watch him as he works my pussy so expertly, I know he wasn’t lying about his childhood.
I run my fingers through his hair, glorious waves of pleasure shrieking through my core as I get closer and closer to release.
My stomach muscles tense in preparation as the pressure builds to unbearable levels before I erupt, violently into his mouth.
He barely gives me time to recover before his fingers plunge into me.
I flop back on the bed, moaning in pleasure as he slides his fingers inside me, and presses kisses to my inner thighs. “I knew you were a bad girl, Cynthia,” he murmurs.
I look down at him, and he grins. “You just needed someone to help you let it out,” he says.
I don’t even bother to deny it, I know it’s true, compared to the rest of my family, I am bad.
He doesn’t wait for me to reply, just resumes licking my pussy making my entire body ignite.
As his tongue works my clit shockwaves of pleasure shudder through me as I start to climax again.
This time, when I’m done, he gets off his knees and kicks off his boots and jeans so he’s naked again.
I whimper, near delirious with lust as he climbs on the bed, giving me a sensational view of his body close up.
I have no intention of not making the most of this, so I get to my knees and push him on his back, so I can kiss and lick every part of his incredible body.
When I’ve covered each rock-hard inch of his torso, I position myself between his legs and slowly slide my mouth over his huge cock.
Jizz is leaching from his tip, so I lick it up, and look up at him.
He grabs my hair, holding me in place as he groans in pleasure. “You’re my dirty girl,” he pants.
I don’t know why but that makes me even hornier, so I keep sucking him until he’s pushing me back, getting on his knees and I know he’s not going to wait any longer.
He grabs me and wrenches me up so he can kiss me with so much heat, it’s like he’s trying to consume me. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I whisper.
He slides his hand to my ass and kisses me one more time before he pushes me backward.
My legs instinctively open and he slips inside effortlessly. He thrusts slowly at first until I’m digging my nails into his ass and begging him to speed up.
He kisses me again, then starts to pump me faster stimulating my clit until I can feel myself getting closer.
I grip his ass cheeks and tense my entire body as he pumps me with animalistic grunts until another orgasm is overtaking me.
I throw my head back and scream as pleasure shudders through me making my nipples stand to attention.
He starts to thrust even faster until his mouth is slackening, and his face is contorting in pleasure.
His breathing is fast as he pulls out and flops on the bed so we’re lying shoulder to shoulder.
I look at him and smile. “You owe me some panties,” I say.
He chuckles and rolls on his side. “Maybe after the weekend. Because you won’t be needing any until then.”
I laugh and kiss him, incredibly satisfied until an unanswered question starts to circle in my mind.
Why is a man like Becker working for a global charity?
***
Becker
I press a kiss to Cynthia’s shoulder and haul myself to sitting. “Don’t know about you but I need some food.”
Cynthia stretches her arms above her head. “Yes, food. But I need more than a chicken salad,” she says.
I chuckle and pull my jeans back on. “How about a pizza and a beer?”
She sits up and smiles. “Perfect.”
I lean over her and press a kiss to her lips. “Stay there, I’ll go order.”
With a wink, I leave her in my bed and head back to the kitchen to go find the pizza place I use.
As I snatch the paper off the refrigeration, I see my phone beside my flashlight, and belatedly realize I switched it to silent.
Sure enough, there are a couple of texts from Britt and a voice mail. Instead of listening to her message, I push the speakerphone button and call her back as I pull a couple beers out of the fridge.
She sounds out of breath when she answers. “It’s about time. I was about to come over.”
I uncap the beer and take a swig before I take the phone off the speaker. “Everyone happy?”
She grunts in my ear. “With you yes. With me, not so much. I don’t think I can keep using the warehouse. Not until you get the wiring fixed.”
I scowl as I look around my darkened living space. “I’ll add it to my list.”
“Seriously, Becker, you’re living in a fire trap. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Maybe you should find somewhere else to live?”
I lean my hip against the counter and look around the apartment I’ve called home the past year. “Is this what you called me for? To tell me to move?”
She snorts a laugh. “I called to see if you got Cynthia home okay. Her friend has been harassing me. Apparently, her phone is switched off or something.”
I smirk at the food still on the counter. “She dropped her phone but she’s fine.”
Britt pauses before she releases a stream of expletives so loud I have to hold the phone away from my ear. “You did not fuck one of my students,” she yells.
I let her yell at me for a good ten seconds before I interject. “Calm down. I doubt she’ll be back again. She only came because her friend signed her up,” I say.
“Oh, dammit. She’s still with you, isn’t she? That’s why she’s not calling her friend?”
I glance at the bedroom door, wide open, and shift in case Cynthia hears me. “It’s not a big deal, sis. Happens all the time, two people meet, they have a connection and—”
“Except it always happens to you because you make it happen. You’re a flirt, Beck, you always were. One of these days you’re going to mess with the wrong woman and everything is going to come crashing down around you.”
I can’t resist teasing her a little. “You’re the one who asked me to parade my junk around. Not my fault someone took notice.”
“Don’t try to bait me, dickhead. This is not my doing and you know it. And don’t worry, after this, I will never ask you to model for me again. Now go tell Cynthia to call her friend back so I can get some sleep.”
Before I can say another word, she hangs up on me right at the moment I realize I forgot to ask Cynthia what kind of pizza she wants.
I grab the other beer, the salad I made, and slide the menu and phone in my pocket.
Cynthia is sitting up in my bed, pillows propped behind her back, and sheets covering her tits. “Who were you talking to?”
I pass her a beer and a fork then sit beside her and place the salad in between us. “My sister. She figured out you’re here. And she’s pissed at me.”
She pulls a face. “You told her I was here?”
I shovel a forkful of salad into my mouth. “Your friend was worried. She’s been trying to get hold of you. You can use my phone if you want to call her.”
She sighs and slumps against the pillows. “She’s going to love this. She’s been telling me for years I need to cut loose,” she mutters.
I swallow another mouthful before I reply. “She’s right.”
Her brow knits as she leans over and spears a piece of chicken. “Just like that? We sleep together once and you know all about me?”
I shrug. “You came here wearing a leather dress, and next to no underwear. I’m guessing you were horny, and you were hoping to hook up with someone.”
She swallows and waves her fork in the air as she talks. “I have never done anything like this before.”
“I know you haven’t. And that’s why you did it. You wanted to.”
She stares at me and sounds more than a little annoyed. “You have no idea what it’s like for me.”
I give up eating and reach for my beer. “All I’m saying is that based on my observation of your family, I can see why it would scare you to admit you enjoy sex.”
Her irritation is increasing as she throws the fork in the bowl. “You’ve been working for my father for a few weeks, you’ve seen me a couple of times before tonight and that qualifies you to make statements like that?”
I run my tongue over my teeth and lean closer before I answer. “No, the fact you wanted a dirty fuck with a guy you know won’t tell your dad qualifies me to make statements.”
She looks so pissed off, I think she’s going to slap me, but instead, she narrows her eyes. “Why are you working for a charity?”
Thankfully, the power flickers back on, leaving her rubbing her eyes and giving me the perfect exit.
I slide my hand into my back pocket. “Call your friend, I’m going to go take a shower. Come join me when you’re done,” I say as I hand her my phone.
***
Cynthia
Friday 11.58pm
I hold his phone in my hand and wonder why he’s being so trusting. After a sneak look at his contacts and messages, I see why.
There is nothing on his phone that can answer my question or shed any light as to who Becker is or what his job entails.
My annoyance only increases as I check his web browser and come up empty.
Either this isn’t his real phone or he doesn’t use it beyond speaking to his sister.
And those texts don’t reveal anything I don’t already know about him. My face twists into a scowl as my frazzled brain tries to remember Lacey’s cell number.
When I finally figure it out, it takes her so long to answer I nearly give up. “Hello?”
At the hesitation in her voice, I rush to reassure her. “Lacey, it’s me. Is your dad okay?”
Her relief is audible as she laughs. “Oh thank God! I never pick up when I don’t know the number. Where are you? I’ve been calling for three hours!”
Guilt grips my mid-section as I think about who else might have been trying to get hold of me. “Sorry. My phone is flat. I’m calling on Becker’s.”
She’s silent for a moment, and I can almost hear her thinking. “Becker? The model from the lesson?”
I chew my lip as I try to find a plausible reason for me being here, but when I can’t, I remind her she broke my confidence. “You told him about the camp? Why would you do that? I had to explain myself.”
“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that. When we had to leave, I wanted to make sure they got you quick. I was worried you’d freak out. But that’s beside the point now, isn’t it? It’s almost midnight. What are you still doing there?”
I stare at the lights Becker flicked on and look around the bare brick walls painted white. “Um, we got talking about dad and other things. But that’s not important. How’s your dad?”
“Oh, he’s fine. They thought it was angina, but turned out to be gas. And quit trying to distract me. What did you do?”
I groan as heat blazes across my cheeks. “I did a bad thing, Lace. A really bad thing.”
She laughs lightly. “You don’t say. Please tell me he was worth breaking your ‘celibacy until committed’ oath?”
I frown at the mocking tone. “I didn’t make an oath. Well, not exactly.”
“Riiiight. But he’s not exactly relationship material though is he?”
For the dumbest reason, that annoys me even more than her making fun of me. “Who says I want another relationship.”
She sighs heavily. “Oh puh-lease. Who do you think you’re talking to? And I’m not judging, I swear. But I know you, just promise me you won’t get attached to this guy?”
I look at a black and white photo of a beach on the wall. “I won’t. I’m just having fun. You know, the kind of fun you keep nagging me about?”
“Fine. Go have sex and call me when you start feeling guilty because we both know you will,” she says.
***
Becker
I’ve just about given up on her when the shower curtain shifts, and I find her eyeing me.
Through the steam, and the moonlight she looks positively angelic reminding me again how she’s fooled so many people. She’s wearing my t-shirt, so I grin. “Looks good on you, but I’d prefer to see it on the floor,” I say.
She pulls a face. “And then what? What happens tomorrow? What happens when I see my dad, or you do? And doesn’t it bother you he told you to stay away from me? Because I can’t stop thinking about it.”
At the look on her face, I switch the shower off and grab a towel. “I don’t know. I don’t know. And no, I don’t give a shit what he told me,” I say.
When she doesn’t move, just stares at me, I know she needs to stop overthinking.
I drop the towel and switch the water back on and extend my hand. “Come here.”
When she doesn’t move, I know I have my work cut out for me. “If you want to go home, I’ll call you a cab, but you might want to have a shower with me first.”
She snorts a laugh. “And why would I want to?”
I give her a lazy grin. “I got a few tricks I haven’t shown you yet.”
She looks bemused, but her fingers slide to the edge of the shirt and she tosses it on the floor. “Well, I do need a shower before I go home.”
I laugh and hold out my hand so I can help her under the water. She snakes her hands around my neck and I kiss her as the water runs down our bodies.
After a little play with the showerhead to make sure her pussy is clean again, I switch the water off and use my towel to dry her before I kiss her again.
Since we’re in front of the mirror, I stand behind her and grip her chin so she’s forced to watch as I massage her breasts.
Her back arches and she lets out a little moan as I rub her nipples until they’re as hard as my cock.
Without a word, I spin her around and kiss her again, walking her into the living area towards the pool table.
When my ass bumps into the edge, I break the kiss and pull her towards the table.
“Bend over,” I say.
Her voice comes out breathy. “Is this one of your tricks?”
“Do it and find out.”
She does and slides her hands down the felt as I drop to my knees so her ass is in front of me.
I grip her ass cheeks and spread her so I can tongue her pussy and lick her rim from behind. “Oh, shit, what, are, you, doing,” she pants.
I smile as I work my tongue until she’s moaning so loud I know the neighbors will hear through the open balcony doors.
I shift my weight a little, and push my finger inside her, making her moan even louder as I work her clit with my tongue.
Jizz is leaking from my cock and the more she moans the more turned on I get until I’m not even sure I can wait until she’s come.
Her body starts to tense, and I know she’s going to come when she starts to breathe faster. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop now!” she pants.
I keep licking until she screaming in pleasure and I can feel her quivering in my mouth.
The second she stops, I slide upwards, kissing her ass before I push my cock inside her.
She gasps as I grip her hips and pump her hard. “You’re so fucking hot, so fucking hot,” I say.
When her sex noises are competing with mine, and I know I’m going to shoot my load, I pull out and grab her so she’s facing me.
She kisses me as I lift her up so her ass is on the edge of the table. When she’s at the right height, I slip inside her again and keep my tongue in her mouth as I keep pounding her.
She grips my shoulder with one hand, and I can feel her nails dig into my skin as she slaps me on the ass. “Take me to bed.”
I growl and pick her up and kiss her roughly as I carry her back to the bedroom.
She clings to me, and I manage to get her on her back again in bed without slipping out.
When she wraps her legs around my waist, I start to pump again, enjoying how she’s holding me in place and every little noise she makes.
I should pull out, I have no idea if she’s on the pill, but right now I don’t care about anything but how good her tight pussy feels around my cock.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I rasp.
Pleasure shudders through my cock as she moans along with me.
When my body has stilled and I need to recover, I roll off her and catch my breath.
I don’t say anything for a while, just flip on my side and notice she’s yawning and pulling the covers up.
I lift my arm so I can pull her against my chest and move her wet hair aside and kiss her neck. “Guess this means you’re staying the night.”
“I have to stay now. You’ve made me dirty again,” she mumbles.
A smile twitches at my lips as her breathing deepens. “You were already dirty, darlin, I just encouraged it,” I whisper.
