I got an Uber to his Brooklyn apartment, figuring that this conversation would call for a drink or two, so preferring not to drive. When the car pulled up outside I was shocked at the grandeur of the converted warehouse. Not only was the building enormous, but it was immaculately restored, much like the one housing BR&ND.
Clearly no expense had been spared on either renovation, and since I’d read that the gods owned the entire BR&ND building and I had seen the cars that they all drove, I suspected that Beck owned at least his penthouse apartment and possibly the whole thing. I was gradually getting the idea of just how wealthy these guys were.
I pressed Beck’s buzzer, and waited for his image to flicker to life on the video screen. He smiled his hello, and directed me to the elevator o bring me to the top floor. The elevator was one of those old converted heavy goods lifts, but it had been so well looked after, there were no traces of its true industrial past.
On arrival at the penthouse, the huge door opened automatically and I stepped off the elevator, and into the middle of the apartment’s living room, rather than a hall, as I’d expected. As Beck was nowhere in sight, I turned around to get a better look at the space and was startled to find him standing right behind me. I slammed into the wall of his body, and he caught me with both toned, strong arms, snaking them around my waist.
“Oh shit! Beck, You scared me half out of my skin. Why didn’t you say something? I had no idea that you were there.” He didn’t respond, just turned my body in his arms, so that I was now facing him, and stared at me with an intensity that made my skin prick with awareness. What was he playing at?
Beck
In the lead up to seven o’clock, I’d stalked around the apartment like a condemned man. After the events of the past twenty-four hours, I was overcome by a mixture of anger, frustration and lust. I felt so wound up and churned up, I wouldn’t have been surprised if my internal organs had burst through my skin—everything inside me burned.
Probably for the first time since just after Melissa had left me, I was absolutely seething with rage, and I had no outlet for all of the negative energy.
Normally at times like that when I needed to blow off steam, forget something, or simply calm the fuck down, I would go downstairs to the gym and bash six shades of shit out of the weights until I felt better. After that, a sauna and a swim, and the world was good again. Not this time though. I didn’t even bother trying, as it would do no good. The only salve for my ragged nerves was Melissa.
Even as the elevator door glided open, I wasn’t entirely sure what my plan was. Maybe I could stomach sitting down with her like a grown-up and discussing the situation calmly and rationally, then perhaps ordering some food, once we had a reasonable plan in place. It all sounded good in theory, but in practice, as soon as she stepped off the elevator, it was a different story.
I slipped silently behind her, knowing that that would put her at a disadvantage, which was exactly how I wanted it. I was angry, and wasn’t about to give her an easy ride. When she slammed into me, my already hard dick went into beast mode. I didn’t think I’d ever been harder in my life.
As I slipped my arms around her, I’d relished the feeling of her soft curves against my firm frame. She’d always had an amazing figure—when we were in school she had been petite but not skinny and had had toned, athletic legs testament to her love of track and cheer.
Now, as grown woman, everything that had been good about her body when we were younger, was even better. She had curves for days, and cupping her firm, full breasts, as I had done the night before, felt like coming home. As she expressed her surprise at my presence, I tightened my grip, turning her to face me, and pulling her hard against my throbbing erection. As she opened her mouth in a surprised gasp, I slammed my mouth down to hers.
I worked my lips hard against hers for a few moments until she yielded to me, as I had known she would. Mere moments later she gave in to me completely, stretching her arms up around my neck and pulling me to her, returning the intensity of my kiss, and then some.
Our tongues tangoed and tussled in a desperate dance of pent up lust. For all my dating around, most of my sexual experiences since Mel had been one night stands, or at most two to three nights in a row. Kissing, had never really been a factor, and not that I had it again, it turned out I’d missed that level of intensity and intimacy.
It seemed that in this case, less really was more, although, that didn’t stop me still also wanting more. Where Melissa was concerned I always wanted more. Right now—and forevermore—I wanted everything.
Mirroring her actions, I snaked my hand up Mel’s back, and into her hair, tugging a handful of it gently at first, then with more force when I met no resistance from her. I yanked her mouth closer still to mine, the kiss now so deep, I was in danger of drowning in her forever.
As I thought this, Mel pulled back a little, then a little more, so I eased off some myself too. She dropped her hands from around my neck to my chest pushing me back slightly, clearly wanting to break the kiss. I straightened up to my full height, separating our lips.
“Hey! What the hell was that? I thought we were supposed to be talking about Sam.”
“I don’t remember saying anything about talking about Sam.” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“I texted earlier, ‘I think we need to talk’ and you responded.”
“Yeah, I said to “Be here tonight at 7.” I repeat, I didn’t say anything about talking.”
“Bu—”
“But you assumed that’s what I meant.”
“Well yes, that’s what anyone would assume.”
“Is it? Not anyone who had spent any amount of time with me over the past twelve years or so.”
It was a low blow, but the words left my mouth before I could edit them. It was also fair to say that as much as I’d thought I could put my feelings about the past aside, that wasn’t strictly true. They would rear their ugly head at the most inopportune of moments.
Melissa looked hurt and angered by my remark, and I instantly felt like shit.
“Listen, I get that we need to talk about Sam. I’ve hardly thought about anything else all day. But for at least the past hour, all I’ve been able to think about is how much I need to be inside you.”
The look of surprise on Mel’s face was cute and endearing, but it did make me wonder. I mean, what is so surprising about a guy telling a woman that he’s obsessed by the idea of her riding his dick? Clearly by the way she was still pressed tight against said dick, she wasn’t totally opposed to the idea herself.
I could see the cogs in her mind whirring, as she weighed up the pros and cons of the available options, and the exact moment where she made up her mind to take what I had on offer.
Without waiting to hear her say the actual words, I scooped her up, sent her over my shoulder and stalked toward my bedroom. Mel let out another yelp of surprise and tried pushing her hands against my back, but I didn’t give an inch. She might have filled out some since we were at high school together, but she was still pretty tiny in comparison to me.
“Beck I—” As I laid her on the bed, settling myself between her soft, smooth thighs, I pushed my lips to hers in another brutal kiss. As with before, she was mine almost instantly, returning the ferocity of the kiss. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and I wasn’t about to deny her, although the thought had crossed my mind, and lingered like morning fog, for the merest of moments.