My Calling (11 page)

My thumb and forefinger move to Buzz’s head and I hold him upside down, debating whether to end my evening with him or still hold out for Beck. One more look at the clock and I decide it’s time for my date with Buzz to begin. Stretching my arm behind me, I click the lamp to the lowest setting and mute the television. The room flashes lights from the images on the screen and I close my eyes to block them out.

Beck…
Beck what?
I don’t even know his last name. I’m dying to sleep with a man and I don’t even know his last name.
What’s wrong with me?
Oh yeah, I haven’t gotten laid in a
really
long time, that’s what’s wrong with me... and Beck is hot… and annoyingly protective… and sexily sweet. Ugh, the list could go on and on, but it’s time I get over this crush and move on to a real prospect because as much as I love Buzz, I miss the real thing. Tonight is the last night I picture, imagine, wish I was with Beck and then I’m over it.

I set Buzz between my legs, letting him resonate the vibrations over the thin material that is my boy cut panties. It’s just enough to tease me but not distract me from the memories of kissing Beck. As much as I would love to say that it was only the kisses that get me hot and bothered, that’s a lie. And it’s not just his good looks or broody demeanor but it’s the way he genuinely cares, primarily about me. He doesn’t treat our co-workers the same way, or even our patients, it’s only me. It reminds me so much of the way Uncle Eddie used to care for me, well, minus the jealousy of other men hitting on me. Beck is a gentle soul which a hard exterior to try and hide it. If I didn’t just vow to move on, I would get to the bottom of his facade but a girl can only put herself out there so much before deciding it’s not worth it.

My left hand slides down my chest, lifting my tank top so I can drag my fingers over my stomach and tug on my belly ring. I imagine Beck’s thick finger doing the tugging and I lift my hips, starting to slide my panties down.
Fiddlesticks!
A thunderous banging on the door sends my heart into palpitations and I jump off the couch, sending Buzz Light Cheer flying through the air. I scramble across the room, chasing the vibrator and fumbling to turn it off once it’s in my hands. Another set of pounding on the door and I toss Buzz on the couch, throwing a blanket over it.

Peeking through the peephole, my heart literally almost beats out of my chest as I see Beck. He’s running his hand through his hair nervously, his chain necklace visible in the plain white, V-neck t-shirt he wears. I lick my lips, ready to fulfill the dirty thoughts I’ve already explored. Despite my anxiousness, I timidly open the door, unsure what Beck will do.

He looks up as we come into view of one another. His eyes travel north to south over my body and he does his dramatic pause before finally breaking the ice except that he doesn’t talk. No, he takes one step toward me, placing his hands on either side of my face and urgently kissing me. The kiss goes from zero to sixty in less than a second, our hands in each other’s hair, pulling tightly. His left hand slides down my back, over my hiney that is only half-covered and he gives a firm squeeze. Beck doesn’t waste time stopping our kiss as he speaks now. His lips move against mine as he talks, both his hands dominating me as I melt into his arms.

“I shouldn’t be here, Saylor,” he mumbles.

Drunk on him, I nod although I definitely don’t agree with what he’s saying. I move my hands around his neck, jumping and wrapping my legs around his waist so he can’t escape. Beck easily catches me, his big hands supporting me under my butt and so close to my feel good spot that I’m afraid I might come just from being so close to him like this. His thumbs slide inside the seams of my panties and he steps inside my apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. My panties, already damp, are soaking by this point.

Beck leans back, looking me in the eyes. Every inch of his face tells me how serious he is when he says, “I’m serious, Saylor. This is a fuckin’ horrible idea for me to be here but I can’t fuckin’ stay away from you. Everything you do tempts me. Your hair, your singing, your god awful red lips, and as much as I tell myself you’re off limits, it’s my mind, not my dick, that won’t listen.”

I nod, swallowing the nerves in my throat because I know exactly what Beck means when he speaks those words. Beck nuzzles his nose against mine and lightly kisses me, so very opposite than every other kiss we’ve shared. His hands squeeze my bottom, not sexually, but to get my attention.

“I’m not going to apologize for what’s about to happen, Saylor, but don’t say I didn’t warn you that it was a bad idea.”

He’s giving me an out, trying to make me think that’s what he wants, but I know deep down it would ruin both of us if I took him up on his offer. Wasting no time, I run my fingers through his hair and press my lips against his, igniting the most unimaginable, passionate, and scariest kiss I have ever experienced.
Hold on, Saylor, you’re in for the ride of your life.

Beck

I should drop Saylor right now, like a fuckin’ sack of potatoes. I should run in the opposite direction as fast as I can. I should go back to that reclusive lifestyle I lived when I took care of Saylor from afar, without her knowledge. Then again, there’s a lot of fuckin’ things I should’ve done that wouldn’t have put me in this situation to begin with.

My hands cup her ass, my thumbs running up and down the seams of her panties and making me hard as a rock. One touch from her and I’m going to explode. That just means I’ll have to spend a little time pleasuring Saylor before the big event… and that’ll give me more time to back out if I so choose. When I first met Saylor Warner as a teenager, this vision never played in my mind, but from day one of our job together, I haven’t been able to get it out of there.

Now in the bedroom, I lower Saylor to the bed, laying her on her back. She lies before me, propped up on her elbows, finally getting a direct shot of that red lace bra that her tits are begging to pop out of. Her legs are bent slightly as she nervously rocks her knees from side to side, hiding the view of her matching lace boy shorts. Reaching out, I push her knees to the side so she’ll stop moving and I can fully admire the perfection that is Saylor.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Saylor asks timidly.

Run, Beck, leave now!
I take her hand in mine and gently kiss her palm. “Appreciating the finer things in life.”

Saylor’s cheeks turn red and she does her nervous giggle. Still holding her hand, I kiss down her arm, parting her legs with my other hand to make room for my body. Her legs fall apart but her body is tense. Kissing her shoulder, I look at her, trying to soften my face as much as I can, which is nearly impossible after the shit life’s put me through.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want to, Say. You tell me when to stop, alright?”

Biting her bottom lip, she nods and I kiss her lips softly. My left hand massages her thigh, trying to help her relax, while my right hand moves down her chest. I open my eyes to watch her face as my hands move over her body. Saylor’s eyes are squeezed shut and I lean back, ending the kiss so I can see her better. I squeeze her breast, watching her squint and bite down harder on that bottom lip.

“Saylor…”

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice raspy with desire.

Listening to the woman, I lower my head. My lips find her neck, kissing softly as I’m attacked by her sweet scent. Aroused, my hands tighten around her breast and thigh. I keep moving my lips, peppering her collarbone with short kisses. My thumb rolls over her erect nipple poking through the red lace. Saylor’s breathing gets more rapid and I move my mouth to where my hand was. I take a second, teasing her with my breath on her skin then I close my mouth around the peak, sucking it into my mouth and tasting it as best I can through the lace. A moan slips out of Saylor’s mouth and I give a playful bite before moving to her other breast and doing the same.

“Oh, Beck,” she mumbles, her hand in my hair, pulling it each time I nip her skin as I move back and forth between each breast. Meanwhile, my hand down south, moves higher on her thigh, my thumb rubbing up and down her lips, the red material the only barrier between me and Saylor’s wetness.

The faster she breaths and the louder she moans, I can feel my own body temperature rise. My hand moves from her leg, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and lifting it to my neck. I pause long enough to pull it over my head and toss it on the floor, helping me cool off just a bit. Of course, my cock wants me to release it from the denim prison it’s in but I’m not ready for that yet. I continue my over the clothes attack on Saylor, trying to prolong the inevitable.

Within a few minutes, the material between her legs is soaking wet as is my thumb. At the same time, I slip my fingers inside the lacy material of her bra and panties, finally touching her bare skin. My thumb glides over her slippery lips, finding her bundle of nerves without any effort at all. Saylor arches her back in surprise, gasping as she does. Quickly, I pull her bra straps down, letting her tits fall out as they’ve been wanting to do this whole time. My tongue rolls over her dime-sized nipple while my thumb and forefinger entwine her other nipple for maximum pleasure on her end, well, and mine, too. I have never felt a pair of tits this perfect before and I don’t want to take my hands away either. Not wanting me to forget about her other hot spot, Saylor begins to grind her hips on my hand, forcing my thumb to rub a little harder.

Lifting my head, I chuckle and glance up at her with her eyes still closed. “Want something, Say?”

She nods, pushing her hips harder against my hand. “I’ve never been this wet before…”

Forget how wet she is, her breathless, gravelly voice is so fuckin’ hot. I’d better stop talking to her or I’ll cum in my boxers before I can even get my dick out. Kissing her collarbone, I whisper, “Just wait…”

Maneuvering my body, I lift Saylor higher on the bed so I can move between her legs. My hands run down her thighs, pushing them to the side and against the mattress. I hook her panties with my left index finger, pulling them to the side. Her lips glisten from her juices and I slowly move my thumb over her hot spot. Waiting until she’s ready, I slip a finger inside her, moaning myself as it glides in and out and making me even more eager to get my dick in this same spot.

Saylor makes some kind of sound of pleasure that makes it seem like she’s humming as her hand searches for mine. I slip my free hand under her leg, interlocking our fingers and connecting us emotionally on another level. This isn’t the first time for either of us that I’m sure of, so Saylor isn’t seeking my comfort or afraid of the unknown. She’s letting me know her intent. It isn’t to screw for fun. It isn’t some kind of game. She squeezes my hand in hers and I groan because I’m so fuckin’ screwed, it’s not even funny. After tonight, I will never sleep with another woman besides Saylor Warner.

CHAPTER 17

Beck

The L-word is floating around in my head like a fuckin’ bullet. Why did I not see this before? How was it not obvious that after all these years of watching over her, ensuring the same people that killed her uncle didn’t come after her, that I
wouldn’t
fall for her? I know Saylor better than anyone else. Hell, I fuckin’ know her better than herself which gives me the upper hand right now because she doesn’t notice that she’s falling in love with me, too.

Her cheeks still flush from her orgasm, she fiddles with the button on my jeans, anxiously trying to undo them. Like a statue, I watch her hands work unsuccessfully, still not sure what I should do. My cock, my brain, my heart are all telling me to cross this line with Saylor, to let her fall in love with me. That for once, we could both be happy and when the truth eventually came out, we can remember Eddie together and move forward with our lives.
Fuck, who am I kidding?
When the truth comes out, Saylor will be pissed and I’ll probably lose her forever, which isn’t an option since I promised Eddie I’d take care of her.

The sound of my zipper snaps me back to reality but not as quickly as Saylor’s hand sliding inside my boxers. Quickly, I move my hands to her shoulders, pushing her away as I jump back.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” I ask, sweat rolling into my eyes.

Saylor moves to her knees, her hands reaching back for their spot. She brushes her lips across mine and looks into my eyes. “Relax, Beck, it’s just sex.”

My hand moves to her cheek, sliding through her hair and pulling gently. “Is it, Saylor?”

The confidence in her eyes disappears as she swallows and tries to force herself to nod. Leaning forward, not touching her at all, Saylor falls back on the bed. I place one hand on the mattress beside her head. Her hands timidly touch my chest as we stare into each other’s eyes.

Stop overthinking this, Beck. If Saylor wants it to be ‘just sex’ then make it that.

With my free hand, I reach in my jeans, pulling out the set of condoms I brought with me. I intended to come to her apartment to use these and so I will. I take the three-pack in my teeth, pushing my jeans and boxers to the floor before gripping the bottom two rubbers. The perforation tears the single condom apart from the other two that I discard on the ground with my clothes. Saylor takes the package from my lips and slowly opens it.

“Is this what you want, Saylor?” I ask, praying she won’t say no, but knowing I’d be slightly relieved if she did.

To answer my question, Saylor takes the raincoat and covers my aching manhood. I squeeze my eyes shut, groaning as she touches me for the first time. The second she’s done, I grab her hand and pull it over her head before she can excite me any more manually. Taking her other hand, I guide it to the same position overhead, holding her hands down with my left hand. I inspect Saylor’s face to make sure she’s still okay and that giddy look is back where it was earlier. Kissing her softly, I pause before slowly entering her. She wraps one leg around my waist, twisting her hips and maneuvering the other over my shoulder, trapping my cock in a foolproof angle to pleasure both her and me.