SMITH (The Beckett Boys, Book One) (18 page)

I stared incredulously at his body—the sheer muscularity of him, his huge chest, his taught shoulders and chiseled abs.

He was like something out of a cartoon, a man who looked like a superhero.

He wore tattoos on his chest and shoulder. On his shoulder was an American flag that appeared to be rippling in the breeze in black and white, while another tattoo covering his left pectoral was a rifle with a helmet hanging atop the barrel of the gun. And yet another on his right pectoral was of an eagle carrying a tombstone in its talons. On the tombstone, the word Kabul was etched.

I didn’t know what any of it meant.

I just knew that it was sexy, hot, and mysterious.

“Like what you see?” he asked, a tiny smirk playing on his gorgeous lips as he bared himself in front of me, standing there for me to scrutinize.

“You have a lot of tattoos,” I said, flustered.

“These aren’t tattoos, they’re memories,” he said. “This way I don’t have to keep them in my head anymore.”

“Memories of what?”

He pushed forward again, grabbing my hips, his muscular bare torso flinching toward me. “I don’t want to talk anymore, Caeli.” His eyes bore into mine. “I’m tired of talking and thinking.”

I swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” I said, hardly able to speak, my heart was pounding so fast now.

“Good, so we understand each other.” And then his lips were on mine again and his hands were roaming freely over my body, my breasts, sliding down to pull off my work pants.

Before I knew it, I was naked but for my panties, which were soaked through from the excitement of him. He pushed his hips against me, and I arched into him, feeling the bulge of his hardness pressing into my pussy.

I could tell he was big, even though he was still wearing his pants.

But Zack was quick to rectify the situation, still kissing me as he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and then slid them down his legs, stepping out.

Now we were both in nothing but our underwear, Zack in his white boxers, me wearing my black panties, and I knew it was wrong and crazy to do this.

He was a complete stranger whom I knew almost nothing about—and what I did know was not exactly comforting.

I’d seen him beat three men half to death in front of me.

He had strange tattoos that spoke of a violent past.

He’d followed me to my home and now he was pretty much naked with me in my apartment after hardly telling me anything about himself.

I knew his name and not much else.

But I knew that I wanted him too badly to tell him to stop. The truth was that I didn’t really want him to stop, and if he had tried, I’d have begged him to stay and fuck me.

He was the sexiest man I’d ever met, and even one night with him seemed worth whatever would come as a result of it.

Zack kissed down my neck, sucked my sensitive nipples again, and then he started to kiss down my belly, lingering just below my belly button as I closed my eyes, shivering with each caress of his lips and tongue on my skin.

He kissed down further, until he was nibbling at the edge of my panties, just above the crescent of my sex.

Zack’s strong hands grasped my thighs now, sliding around to my buttocks.

Soon, his mouth was open, breathing against my slit, and I could feel the heat of his breath on me even through my panties.

It was like there was nothing between us.

I gasped, as he made contact with my pussy, his mouth kissing my throbbing mound, and he was licking and sucking me through the sheer fabric of my panties.

“Fuck, just take them off,” I begged. “I want to come.”

“You’re going to come,” he said. “I’m going to suck that fucking clit of yours and you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”

That wouldn’t take much, I thought, considering all of my past orgasms had been achieved in solitary fashion and I hadn’t even conjured a fantasy as hot as this before.

But there was no need for Zack to know how completely naïve I was to this situation.

It was enough to just have him here now, doing whatever he wanted to me.

Tonight, I was surrendered to him.

Slowly, slowly, he slid my panties down, revealing my sex, shaved and glistening with excitement. I looked down, watching his intent expression as he took his time with me.

The anticipation was building in my stomach, my lower region, and I felt my legs tremble explosively. I couldn’t take it.

This was almost too much to bear, bordering on a kind of twisted torture. It was almost painful to be so close, to be so powerfully attracted and waiting to climax, while he teased and teased until I could hardly stand it.

His hands gripped my bare buttocks more firmly as my panties slid down my thighs and finally fell to the floor around my ankles.

“Now you’re mine,” he whispered, his lips almost touching my bare pussy.

I grabbed his head, felt the bristliness of his shaven scalp as he finally began licking and kissing my mound, his lips like hot magic.

“I’m coming, Zack—oh God. Oh fuck!” I shouted, surprised by the intensity of the orgasm that rocked me, pulsing like a bomb detonating in my center.

My eyes rolled back and I shouted, moaning, shaking, completely losing control. He continued sucking me, his tongue sliding in at the apex of my climax, causing me to instantly come again.

A shockwave of orgasms hit me, like dominoes tumbling one into the other.

I swore again, felt sweat breaking out everywhere on my body, heat racing through me.

I came again and again as he sucked my pussy with his perfect mouth and that tongue, stroking me, enticing me, fucking me perfectly as I cried out.

When the last ripple passed through me, I opened my eyes.

Zack rose to his feet, the hunger in his eyes completely clear now, almost frightening in his determination to take me. “Turn around, put your hands on the wall. I’m going to fuck you from behind now, get in that tight wet pussy of yours. Understand?”

I nodded, doing as he told me, placing my palms on the wall.

I looked over shoulder as he slid his boxers down, revealing a cock so stiff and huge that I thought at first I was seeing things.

“Oh, shit, you’re too big,” I said.

“I promise you can handle it,” he said. “Just relax.”

“Fuck,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s so huge.”

“Hold on.” He reached down and I heard him unwrapping a condom. And then I turned, caught him sliding the condom over his enormous shaft.

Well, at least he practices safe sex.

Something in me was just slightly disappointed. I realized that I would gladly of let this stranger fuck me without a condom, would have let him come inside me, because I was not thinking clearly.

All I wanted was his body, his cock inside me—fucking me.

I wanted him at all costs, without regard to my own safety or health or sanity.

Shit, this man is bad news.

How many woman has he fucked like this?

And then he was sliding the head of his cock between my thighs, the tip pushing into the opening of my slit.

His hands grabbed my hips firmly as he worked his way slowly into my opening.

I clenched anxiously as I felt his girth.

“You’re so wet for me,” he soothed, his hips rocking slowly forward, his monstrosity further pushing into my crevasse as he surged.

There was pressure and some discomfort momentarily, mostly caused by my mounting panic as I sensed just how big he was compared to my entrance.

“I don’t know…” I moaned.

“I’m going to make you come so hard if you just trust me, baby.” His hands slid to my ass cheeks and gave a playful spank that stung but felt good, too.

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “I’m ready.”

“Good,” he said, and then he thrust his hips into me, banging into my backside as his entire shaft slid deeply home and into place.

I wasn’t ready for it, and yet, suddenly I realized that he was all the way in and I was actually taking him, I was in fact capable of encompassing his enormous shaft.

Instantly, a flood of wetness drenched us both as I gushed, and now he was easily sliding in and out of my pussy, fucking me against the wall, my hands pressing as I pushed backwards against him.

Now there was just the sound of his hips slapping mine rhythmically, skin on skin, as his hand wandered up and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he spanked my ass with his other hand.

“God, you are so tight on my dick,” he growled.

“Oh, shit,” I cried out, because now it had gone from slightly scary and painful to completely hot and pleasure filled.

He was stroking me deeper than anyone, deeper than I’d thought possible, and he was skilled too, hitting me in all the right places, knowing me better than I knew myself.

As I got closer to coming again, he pulled me upright and his hands wrapped around my breasts, grasping them and squeezing tightly, as he fucked me.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

I was getting closer, my eyes rolling back and I was losing control yet again.

And then I came hard, crying out like I was in pain except I wasn’t in any pain at all—to the contrary, this was the best I’d ever felt.

Zack is fucking my pussy so good and I’m coming and oh God, oh God, just fuck me forever…you are everything to me. I need you.

I need you.

“Oh, fuck, I need you now baby,” I cried out to him. My hand reached back and caressed his cheek as he leaned towards me.

The gesture was somehow more intimate than I’d realized, and I saw that he was even surprised by it.

It was as if we’d made love many times before, and we were
in love
and knew every moment, every word, every gesture that the other person would make.

Confused, I pulled back, and now he was coming too, thrusting into me, groaning, his huge cock pulsing over and over as he shot his load—and damn, I wished he’d had no condom because I wanted him coming inside me so badly.

But I could never admit that, because this whole thing was so wrong, so crazy, so wild…nobody would ever know it happened.

This was one night and now it was ending.

He shuddered a few times, still inside me, still holding me, his breath hot against my ear. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered back.

Again, the strange surge of intimacy, of our voices speaking to one another in that completely vulnerable way as if we’d always known each other.

Finally, he withdrew, stepped away from me.

I felt empty and a little sad.

“I’m going to use the bathroom quickly,” he said.

“Sure,” I nodded, reaching down and grabbing my clothes.

I felt like covering myself, like I needed to put armor on, pretend that the intimacy, the feelings of caring and need hadn’t been real, hadn’t happened.

Because it was going to hurt to lose it all as quickly as I’d found it.

Z
ACK

I
splashed
cold water on my face, looked at myself in the mirror.

“Get control of yourself, soldier. You’re weak. Weak.” I made a fist, wanting to smash the glass momentarily.

Fuck.

For a moment, a surge of rage went through me. I was catching feelings over some random girl I’d only just met. What the hell was wrong with me?

I knew what I needed to do. Get dressed. Get the fuck out of Dodge.

Forget the girl, forget her name, her face…

Forget what it felt like when you slid into her, when she gripped you so tight that you felt like you were going to explode. Forget the way her body felt against yours, her lips, the look in her wide eyes…

Christ.

I shook my head and pulled on my clothes, trying not to let my mind get the best of me. I closed my eyes and stood in the bathroom, taking some deep, calming breaths.

When you open the door, just leave and walk right out and don’t look back. Don’t make conversation, nothing.

This is bad news, and you need to leave before…

Before what?

What the hell am I so afraid of?

She’s not the fucking Taliban, she’s not Isis, she’s just some girl.

But right now I felt like I’d rather have been in combat facing a hundred angry terrorists, then standing in this little apartment with the girl waiting for me.

Because if I had to look into her eyes, I was going to crack up. I was going to want to stay.

And that was simply unacceptable.

That would blow the entire operation.

I opened the door and walked out into the apartment, ready to head for the door. And then I saw her, standing there with her shirt on hanging down to her thighs, and she wore nothing beneath it.

And she was looking out the window, not staring at me, not looking to me or asking anything of me.

“It’s so beautiful out tonight,” she said.

The moment I heard her voice, I knew that I was going to stay. Just for the evening, and then I’d leave tomorrow morning for good.

“It’s a full moon,” I said, as I came out.

She turned and gave a little smile, and for a second in profile I thought she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever come across in all my life.

“I’m going to freshen up,” she said, turning around and facing me. “Are you…are you going to—“

“I was thinking I might crash…”

We both spoke over one another and then stopped talking at the same moment.

After an awkward moment, she laughed. “Do you…do you want to stay the night?”

I felt my stomach tighten a little.

Fuck, I was getting hard again. This was such bad news. This chick was deceptively fuckable, but worse yet—I wanted to hold her.

“Yeah, I might stay if that’s not a problem. I’m tired as hell.”

She shrugged but I could see she was happy, her eyes brightened. “Well, like I said, I’m going to freshen up. But feel free to turn the TV on or get into…” she turned red. “You can get in bed if you want…or…whatever you want to do.”

She walked quickly to the bathroom.