Pretty Little Mistake

I’m drunk, but not that drunk.

I know exactly what I’m doing when I pull Lennon into my hotel suite. She’s not that drunk either. It’s been at least an hour since her last drink. But we’re both pretending, using drunkenness as an excuse for what’s about to happen. Neither of us batted an eye when I bought condoms from the lobby store.

Lennon’s cheeks are flushed, watching as I toss the pack of condoms down on the bed.

This woman is my downfall, and I know, I fucking know, I should stay far away from her.

But right now?

I need to sink my cock into her sweet pussy more than I need my next breath.

I’ve been keeping her at arm’s length ever since I first stepped off that elevator at work and saw her, but that doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to her. Lennon has always been beautiful, but somehow, in the years since I’ve seen her, she’s gotten even more gorgeous. It’s in the way she carries herself, the confidence she exudes.

I pull out the chair from the desk and swing it around as I loosen my tie. After dropping into the chair, I remove my shoes and set them aside. Lennon watches, her pink tongue wetting her lips. She looks nervous, skittish almost, but she doesn’t try to flee. I can see her thoughts warring in her brown eyes. She must have come to some sort of decision, if the way her spine straightens is any indication. Her lips pucker slightly, the unease bleeding from her eyes, to be replaced by lust.

We might not like each other, but that doesn’t change the fact that despite everything, there’s still attraction beneath the surface.

Seeing her standing there in front of me in her floral dress, I’m transported back in time, to when she wore a similar dress at my parents’ party to celebrate the Fourth of July. Her dark hair was pulled into a low ponytail, her lips lacquered in some kind of sweet-smelling gloss.

I had wanted to kiss her so badly that night. I thought about it practically every second of the party. It wasn’t until I was tasked with the job of taking her home, her brother distracted by his girlfriend at the time and passing on the responsibility of taking her to me, that I finally got the guts to do something.

I remember walking her up the stairs that led to the massive front door, which had to be at least ten feet tall, since I was already nearly six feet tall at the time. Her skin glowed warmly from the lights illuminating the front of the Wells mansion. I was nervous, my voice shaking as I told her good night.

She was pushing the front door open when I gripped her wrist, halting her movements.

She looked back at me, eyes wide with wonder as I murmured her name. I lowered my head, eyes on her lips. She inhaled the tiniest shocked little noise before I pressed my lips to hers.

It was a soft kiss, just the touch of our mouths, but it went on for a long moment before I stepped back.

I grinned and said, “Good night, Lennon.”

Before I got in my car, I turned back to see her fingers grazing her lips.

I smiled the whole way home.

The memories fade away, bringing me back to the moment.

I stroke my hand over my cock through my pants. A breath hisses between my teeth. Fuck, I want her. “Strip,” I command, the word raspy thanks to my suddenly dry mouth. But I need to get her naked and under me. Over me. All around me. I need to fuck her out of my system. If I get my fill of her, then maybe she won’t be nearly so alluring.

Her lips part, and she seems surprised by the command. “What?”

I loosen my belt. “You heard me. Strip for me.”

I can see it—the flash in her eyes, the desire to rebuke my demand. But then something settles inside her, a shiver racking her body, because she likes it when I boss her.

Maybe not outside the bedroom, but here, most definitely. That fact surprises me. Little Lennon wants me to take charge.

“You want a show?” she asks, a slight quiver to her voice, but she remains steady.

“Yes,” I grit out between my teeth. My erection is almost painful, but I’m determined to drag this out as long as possible.

“Do I at least get some music or something?”

“Jesus Christ, Lennon.” Sitting up, I grab my phone and flick through some songs before I settle on one. Arching a brow, I ask, “Does that suffice?”

She nods, slowly swaying her hips to the beat of the song. Playing with the hem of her long dress, she raises it up, exposing her tan, smooth calves. She lets it drop, dancing closer to me. Moving behind me, Lennon crawls her fingers over my shoulders as she sings the lyrics quietly, more to herself than me.

She spins back in front of me, drawing her dress up again. “I have to warn you,” she says, fighting an amused smile, “this isn’t going to be much of a striptease.”

My lips quirk in surprise at her statement, and I squeeze my dick hard enough to almost be painful, but I can’t come in my pants like a horny teenager—not when I haven’t even touched her yet.

“Why is that?”

“I’m not wearing much under here.”

I wet my lips, watching as she peels the straps of her dress down, revealing her small, rounded breasts with perfect brown nipples. Then the smooth slope of her stomach appears. When the dress lands on the floor, she steps to the side, leaving her in only her heels and a tiny nude thong.

Lennon Wells is my own personal hell. I vowed to stay away from her for that reason—but tonight I’m throwing away all sense of logic. All I want is to let her burn me.

She lifts her leg to take off her heel, and I growl out, “Leave them on. Come here.” I point to where I want her to stand in front of me. Like a good girl, she listens.

She pauses, waiting for me to instruct her further. I can see the shock in her eyes when I get up from the chair and kneel in front of her. I can’t sit still any longer.

I force her to spread her thighs more, and she complies. Moving her thong to the side, I rub my fingers against her shiny pink pussy. “That got you wet, huh, baby? Did you like dancing for me?” I stroke her soft and slow, watching the way her lids fall heavily over her eyes. Her lips pout as she moans, her eyes popping open like she didn’t mean to make that noise.

I don’t wait for her to reply—I already know the answer. She inhales a surprised breath, her hands grasping my hair when my mouth finds her. She tugs almost painfully, but I don’t mind it. It helps ground me, reminding me that she’s enjoying this as much as I am. It might be the poorest idea either of us has ever had, but at least we’re both here, in this moment. Choosing this. Choosing us.

“Beckham.” My name is a prayer. A plea. It’s the sound of her asking for more.

Pleasure zips through me at the sound of my name, breathy on her lips. I lick and suck her sweet pussy, looping my hands around her legs to hold her in place until she comes on my mouth. Her hands clutch my shoulders as she bends forward, her hair shielding our faces. She stares at me with hazy, pleasure-filled eyes. It’s like she’s at a loss for words, maybe even for thoughts themselves.

I’m still on my knees, holding her legs, when she takes my face between her hands and kisses me. It’s a long, slow kiss. The kind where you linger, just tasting each other, although I’m sure all she can taste on my lips is herself.

Slowly, I stand, not breaking the kiss, just changing the angle. My hand goes around her throat, using it to guide her backward toward the bed.

Releasing my hold on her, I pull away, taking in her swollen mouth. I can’t help myself when I glide my thumb over her plump bottom lip.

“Undress me.” I have half a mind to be embarrassed over how shaky my voice sounds, how out of control she makes me, but when her eyes flare with the heat of lust, I choose not to dwell on it.

She doesn’t hesitate. Her nimble fingers make quick work of loosening my tie. She struggles a bit with the buttons, but when I go to help her, she swats my hands away. I can’t help but smirk down at her. She’s oblivious to my amusement, too focused on getting each button. Her tongue sticks out slightly between her lips, her concentration so focused.

When she finally gets the last button, she pushes the fabric impatiently off my shoulders. I shrug it the rest of the way off. My shirt’s barely landed on the floor among the disaster of our other garments when she undoes my belt and tugs it through the belt loops.

That’s when she hesitates.

Brown eyes slowly meet mine, her hand hovering at the button of my pants.

“Are we really going to do this?”

My heart stutters a beat in my chest. It’s fear, I realize. I’m afraid she’s going to walk away from this, and right now I need to fuck her more than I need my next breath. But while I might be an asshole most of the time, I’m definitely not the kind of guy who fucks a girl when she’s not into it.

Tucking my finger beneath her chin, I rub my thumb over her delectable bottom lip. I think I’m obsessed with her lips. They’re full, but not overly so. Annoyingly perfect, that’s what she is. “That’s up to you.”

Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath, clearly sorting through her thoughts. I understand her hesitation. It’s not like we’ve exactly been getting along, and we have a rocky past. Not to mention I don’t think either of us expected this when Jaci insisted on us taking this trip.

When she opens them, I can see she’s made her decision. Popping the button on my pants, she eases the zipper down while not breaking eye contact. Maybe she’s like me, scared that if she blinks or looks away, this will all disappear, some wild figment of our imaginations.

She drags my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs, then sinks to her knees. My cock bobs between us, ready and eager. I clench my hands at my sides when she wraps her small hand around my dick. I have to try to hold myself together. How fucking embarrassing would it be if I blew my load this fast?

She strokes me once, slowly, almost gently, before she does it again, firmer this time.

Every muscle in my body is locked up tight. I need to keep myself in control, to take my time, to drag this out, because this can’t happen again.

Tonight, I get Lennon Wells out of my bloodstream once and for all.

When she wraps that sweet mouth around my cock, I almost lose control.

Almost.

I loop her hair around my hand, controlling the speed. She gags when my cock hits the back of her throat, but she takes it. Watery eyes look up at me like she’s begging me, daring me to give her more. She doesn’t shy away from me, and I shouldn’t like that as much as I do. Lennon would do well to be afraid of me. The only thing I’m capable of is hurting her.

“Look at you,” I croon, stroking her cheek with my pointer finger, “on your knees for me. Fucking beautiful.”

She practically purrs at the compliment.

I know I’m not going to last long like this—as embarrassing as that is to admit, even to myself.

“On the bed,” I demand. She lets my dick go, saliva stringing from the tip to her mouth. I wipe her lips as she stands.

A voice in the back of my mind tells me it’s not too late to stop this, that I could shove her out of my room without a care in the world. The easiest solution would be to end this before it even begins, but I’ve never liked taking the easy way out.

I have this chance to fuck her out of my system, and I fully plan on utilizing every minute I have.

Lennon lies down on the bed, legs spread, her bare pussy glistening with wetness.

I swipe up the pack of condoms I bought earlier and grab one. I rip it open, and she watches my movements as I take one out and roll it on. I purposely go slow, trying to calm myself. If she had any idea how much she unravels me, I’d never live it down.

She arches a brow in challenge. “Are you going to stare at me or fuck me?”

“Oh baby,” I practically laugh, “you don’t want to play this game with me.”

I grab her by the hips, pulling her to the edge of the mattress. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. I line up my cock with her entrance, then slip inside her. Inch by inch. Letting her fill up with me. As much as I want to go hard and fast, I want to punish her a bit for that sassy little comment.

She whimpers as I take my time and then wiggles her hips to try to get me deeper, faster. I grab her hips, my fingers digging into her ass.

“Nice try.”

“If you don’t fuck me like I want, I’ll find someone who will.”

We both know it’s an empty threat, but dammit if it doesn’t work on me anyway. Fully inside her, I pull back out and plunge in. Her body quakes beneath me. I’ve barely touched her, and she’s so wound up she’s ready to go off. I like that. I like it a lot.

Her eyes start to close, and I reach for her, wrapping my hand around her throat and giving a squeeze. “Open your eyes. Watch me while I fuck you.”

Her eyes shoot open, and I wonder if she remembers our first time. I knew she was a virgin, but I was too. Not that I told her. She assumed, like so many others, that I was a playboy back then, but it was far from the truth. Not that I was a complete saint: I had fooled around some, but I’d never been able to bring myself to go the whole way—every time I tried, all I saw was her.

I knew that night that I shouldn’t have fucked her, but I did it anyway. I took what didn’t belong to me, because I was selfish and I wanted her to be mine.

My thumb rubs her sensitive little nub, eliciting a moan from her. She arches her head back despite my hand still being around her throat. The movement pushes her body closer to mine, her taut nipples brushing my chest. Lowering my head, I press kisses along her breasts before circling my tongue around each of her nipples. She whimpers beneath me, a helpless, pleading little sound.

After pulling out of her, I encourage her to flip over onto her hands and knees, her fine ass sticking up in the air. She turns her head, peering back at me with all that dark hair spilled like drops of ink around her.

I fuck her from behind, thinking that’ll be easier—that I really can fuck her out of my system.

The problem is Lennon Wells has been buried so deep under my skin for so long that, now that she’s back in my life, there’s no getting her out, but I’m going to have to try.

She’s a shuddering mess beneath me when she comes, and fuck if she doesn’t take me right along with her. I groan, lying on top of her until I pull from her body and get rid of the condom.

When I return to the bed, she’s rolled over onto her back. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she struggles to regain her breath. I lie down beside her, stroking the smooth skin of her stomach.

Breathlessly, she asks, “Again?”

I grab her face, pressing a bruising kiss to her mouth. “Fuck yes.”