Page 3 of Somebody to Save
“It can be whatever you want, Bubbles.”
“Then what good is my name going to do?”
God, she was full of surprises.
Needing to feel more of her, I dropped my hand to her thigh and pushed it ever so slightly higher, just beneath the hem of her short skirt, where she could feel the size of my palm and imagine it elsewhere.
Leaning forward, I kept my voice low as I pushed her hair behind her ear. “If I don’t know your real name, what am I supposed to cry out when my cock is buried deep inside your perfectly tight, wet cunt in less than ten minutes?”
She did a good job of almost biting back her moan, but it still managed to slip free. My hand tightened on reflex, and she squeezed her thighs together, forcing my hand higher up her dress.
I had to muster all my restraint to pull back, and it was by some fucking miracle that I actually did.
She took a deep breath, and I was glad at least that she was affected as much as I was.
“I’m sure you can come up with an alternative,” she said, her voice breathy and sweet. “I like Bubbles. It’s cute.”
I smiled and was about to say something really witty and charming when I felt someone approach us from behind the couch.
“Hey, Beckett. I knew I’d see you here, man. How are you?”
Fuck me.I guess she knew my name now. And of course it was Jared who would interrupt us. He was a colleague and an acquaintance I knew through Nathan. He was a fine guy, but he was also the very last person I wanted to talk to.
We talked for a minute. I wasn’t even sure what exactly we talked about. All I wanted to do was end it as quickly as it began so I could go back to the woman beside me. His eyes darted toher, and a possessive wave whipped through me. I wasn’t expecting it, but I wasn’t going to fight it either. I tightened my hold on her thigh and leaned even closer.
When he finally walked away, I blew out a deep breath. “Well, now you know my name.”
She chewed her lower lip like she was trying to hide her smile. “Then I won’t use it when you, what did you say? When your”—she cleared her throat—“cock is buried deep inside my tight, wet…cunt.”
The words seemed out of place coming out of her sweet mouth. She said them like she didn’t know exactly how they would feel or sound rolling off her lips. But with or without confidence, I wanted to hear her say them over and over again.
“Fuck, that sounded so good coming out of your sweet, pouty mouth. You can call me anything you want as long as you keep talking like that,” I whispered. “What would you like to call me then? Do you have something in mind?”
She peered up at me under dark lashes and readjusted, making my hand once again slip higher up her thigh. Only this time, I wasn’t moving away. I could feel the heat from her cunt, and I wanted to bury myself between her legs.
Reaching forward, she toyed with a piece of my hair behind my ear and licked her lips. She glanced from her fingers back to my face, and I could feel her hesitance. It was on the tip of my tongue to reassure her, but she didn’t need it.
“What aboutDaddy?”
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YES… DADDY
Beckett
Daddy.A filthy suggestion from a woman who looked so sweet and innocent.
All the restraint I’d mustered for the past few hours disappeared in a single second. I stood, not worried about hiding my very obvious erection from anyone still lingering around us, and offered her my hand. Her eyes darted from my face to my outstretched hand and back before she swallowed and slipped her fingers over mine.
When she stood, I leaned down and placed my mouth next to her ear. “If you don’t want this, tell me now, Bubbles.”
I straightened, and she nodded.
“Use your words, baby girl. I need to hear you say it.” My voice was low, but my eyes bounced around us to make sure no one was in earshot.
“I want it,” she said quietly, and my attention snapped back to her. Her hand squeezed mine, and she took a deep breath. “I want…you.”
The confidence in her voice paired with her clear and direct consent was exactly what I needed.
