Page 37 of Home Brewed (The Perfect Cup #1)

Beck

H azel is my new favourite taste, and I moan as I savour her, nipping at her lips and kissing her deeply, demanding surrender. If she wants to not think, I’ll make it happen, all I require is for her to let go.

I stand with her in my arms, placing her on my desk and shoving her knees apart roughly to stand between them.

Hazel uses the hand in my hair to drag my lips back to hers as my hands skim up her legs under her dress, revelling in the feeling of her soft, smooth skin and I make a mental note to buy her as many of these dresses as she wants.

All I can think about is all the ways I can sneakily touch her when she wears them, all the ways I can tease her until she’s a trembling mess.

Digging my fingers into her legs, I yank her to me, her ankles locking behind my back and lining my hips up with hers. I take my time kissing her, moving my hand up to drive into her perfectly tousled hair while the other grabs her ass as she keeps pressing herself against me.

“Fuck, you’re eager, pretty girl,” I say into her ear as the hand I have on her ass slides over her leg, my thumb brushing against her clit through her panties.

Her high-pitched moan sends all my blood from my head to my dick as I apply a small amount of pressure and her hips jerk into my hand, searching for more.

She whines when I remove my thumb, eyes flying open to give me a dangerous look.

I’ll take it. If she’s annoyed with me, she’s not thinking about other things.

“Please, Beck,” she moans.

“Quiet, baby, the door’s not locked,” she gasps and tries to sit up straighter, looking behind her, but the hold I have on her hair and her legs that are still around me keep her in place, bending her body towards mine.

“Don’t worry, no one’s going to come in,” I say as I kiss my way up her neck, sucking on that one spot right under her jaw and she shivers in my hands, “Probably.” Her desire to be good is fighting with her need for control, to take what she wants instead of waiting for me to give it to her.

She bites her lip hard as she tries to suppress a moan, and I chuckle darkly at the spot where I know I’ve left a mark.

I drag my tongue over it once more, staring at it with primal satisfaction.

My thumb goes back to gently brushing directly over the wet spot on her panties, just above her clit, enough to give her some friction, but not enough to get her anywhere.

She asked for a distraction, to turn her mind off, and getting her there quickly isn’t the way to do it.

I’m going to draw this out for as long as possible, to help her not think, give her mind a break.

Her panting becomes more laboured with each touch, small, squeaky noises escaping with every pass of my finger over that delicate bundle of nerves. Her thighs are shaking, her body fighting her desire to relinquish control. A possessive, overwhelming urge rises up.

She’s mine. Mine to take care of, mine to hold, mine to distract, mine to fuck.

I slip my thumb under her panties, right where her wetness is pooling, and she folds into me, releasing a long, low moan.

“That’s right, you’re going to come for me, pretty girl. Let go and let me take care of you.” My other hand presses on her back, pulling her into me as I increase the pressure and her whole body convulses against me, becoming more frantic.

“Oh my god, Beck.” She can’t keep quiet, and a little voice in my head is reminding me that it’s because of me.

It’s a drug that I’ll never get enough of.

I let one finger trail down, slowly pushing into her, giving her just enough to throw her over the precipice, and I feel her shaking orgasm flow around me as she strangles her scream, burying her face into me and clutching my arms while her wetness pools in my hand.

Her nails leave small red moons on my forearms, marks I’ll wear with pride, as she slowly comes down, lungs heaving.

She is so fucking beautiful, coming apart for me.

I want to make her look this way every day.

I can see it already, having her in my life years from now, doing exactly this in our kitchen, teasing her throughout her day.

I want her so bad; it’s a struggle not to tell her how much right now.

I know it will only scare her away if she sees how far gone I am for her.

Her big brown eyes flutter open, still trembling as my finger is still slowly moving inside of her, gently curling up. She’s so warm and tight, I want to keep teasing her, keep her on edge for hours until she’s begging for me.

“Do you need more, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes. Please, Beck.” Her voice shakes, and I feel a swell of pride, knowing I made her like this, I’ve turned her into the shivering mess in my arms.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my mouth or my cock, baby?” I ask, right as I curl my finger again and she gasps, twitching into me.

“I think you want my cock. I think you’ve been wanting it since I fucked you.

” I slowly pull my finger out of her. She whimpers at the loss, and I capture the noise with my mouth, stroking my tongue along hers as I deftly undo my belt and zipper.

I pull myself out and shimmy my jeans down just enough, letting her hand fall to grip me, giving me a long, firm stroke.

She wiggles herself to the very edge of the desk, tilting her pelvis to try to put me inside her, but I take her hips and pull her right off, so her feet are on the ground.

Before she can shout whatever angry thought is making her make that face, I spin her around, pressing between her shoulder blades until she’s bent over my desk, palms flat as she looks back at me.

Grabbing the hem of her dress, I pull it up, bunching it around her waist and exposing her smooth, round ass to me .

I give her a sharp smack to her ass cheek and rub the warm, red spot with my hand as she groans, dropping her head to the dark wooden table.

I bend over her to ear and say, “I had to see if the view from here is just as good.”

I grip her ass, massaging where I’ve spanked her, and pulling her panties down her legs.

She widens her stance so she can step out of them, and I bunch them in my hand.

I can see her pulse racing in her neck, and what a beautiful sight she makes.

Bottom exposed to me, wet thighs, hair a mess, panting on my desk, waiting for whatever I’ll give her.

I stroke myself as I stare at her, letting the anticipation build.

“Fuck, you were made for me, pretty girl,” I groan, notching myself at her entrance and pushing into her in one slow, smooth stroke.

She tries to hold still as I fill her, moving only slightly as she tries to mask her moans by shoving her face into the desk.

Watching her come apart only serves to make me harder.

I still for a moment as she adjusts to me, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible.

After a minute, her hips flex and she pushes her ass back into me, slowly fucking herself onto my length.

Well, it’s not like I’m going to let her do the work here.

I flex my hips, punching in quickly, enjoying the way it steals her breath, only to pull out slowly and do it again.

And again.

And again.

I can feel her hip bones hit the desk with every thrust, and she still pushes back onto me, her body asking for more as sounds continue to spill out of her. I wrap her now-loose hair around my fist and pull so that her head is up while I’m still fucking her.

“Good girls stay quiet, right, Hazel?”

“Yes. Yes, Beck, oh my god, oh my god, don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I increase my speed, knowing I’m making it harder for her to stay quiet, a task she’s already failing at.

“I think only good, quiet girls get fucked, baby. ”

“I’m sorry! Ahh!” she stutters out, and I chuckle darkly. Every time my hips slap against her ass, a tiny noise squeaks its way out. Exactly like I want it to. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her face scrunched as she tries to control herself as I actively work to make her lose control.

“If you can’t stay quiet, I’ll have to help you, pretty girl.

” She tries to turn her head to me. I don’t let her.

Instead, I take the bunched panties from my hand and push them into her mouth, closing my hand over it.

“I think this will help, don’t you?” She moans around her makeshift gag, her body sagging further into the desk as I begin to fuck her in earnest, holding her in place for me.

I curl one hand beneath her, playing with the small bud between her legs, feeling myself move where we’re joined.

The noises she makes only get louder as she gets closer.

Her pussy is gripping me so hard, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make her come before I do.

I rub small circles around her clit, steadily increasing pressure until every part of her is shaking and her hand slaps against the desk.

A long, keening sound comes out of her as she shudders out her orgasm, her channel fluttering around me.

I keep my pace steady, rubbing my hands over her hips and ass.

“Fuck, you did so fucking good, pretty girl.” Her pussy gets wetter still at my words of praise, and I get my reward for it, because as soon as those words leave my mouth, she clenches around me firmly enough to send me right over the edge, thrusting into her once, twice more until I spill inside of her.

My limp body drapes over hers, completely spent.

“Holy shit, you’re incredible,” I mumble, pulling out of her and watching my cum slowly drip down her thigh. I grab some tissue from my desk drawer and quickly help her clean up, pulling her dress back down to cover the hands-down best view I’ve ever seen in my life.

She faces me, panties in hand, and is about to say something before I snatch them and stuff them in my back pocket.

“Umm, well, that feels unsanitary,” she comments, one brow raised questioningly .

“Nah, only if I handle the food after,” I joke. “Was that the distraction you were looking for, sugar?”

“Umm, yeah,” she says noncommittally, brushing her hair back up into an albeit messier updo than before. “Thanks, Beck.”

She pecks a small kiss on my cheek before straightening her clothes and sitting back down with her laptop. Apparently, that’s my cue that I’ve been dismissed.

“You’re welcome?” I scratch my head, combing my fingers through my own hair.

What the fuck. I know she’s going through something, but this is so much colder than she’s treated me before.

I don’t even know what changed. Something in the last day has found its way between us and I can’t even fucking see what it is.

For the second time today, I leave Hazel in my office to work, with no clearer idea of what’s going on than I did this morning.