A Voice Without Reason, page 13
Becca closes the distance, leaving mere inches between us, still not touching me. She lifts her chin, a silent request for me to kiss her. I resist. Keeping her voice low, she adds, “Or maybe it’s more of an erotica, where she drops to her knees for him whenever he asks.”
Fuck.
I unconsciously lick my lips. “Yet, the heroine insists that she can’t be seen in public with him.”
“I don’t see any public here. Ask me, Julian.”
“I don’t want you on your knees, baby.” I turn her around, hold her by her throat against me, and kiss her bare shoulder. She lets out a breathy moan. “I want to bend you over and fuck you hard and fast, until you come all over my cock. I want my cum dripping down your leg as we walk out of here.”
She swallows hard and I feel it in my hand. “It’ll stain my dress.” Her voice is just above a whisper.
“Good.” I pull her impossibly closer, her ass pressed against my increasingly hard cock. “What do you want, my Becca?”
“You.”
The simple word unleashes everything. I double check my surroundings. “Hands on the wall, baby.” I crouch down to lift her dress up and around her waist. She’s not wearing underwear. Fuck. I reach between her legs; she’s already wet for me.
Reality sets in… I forgot condoms. How the fuck was I supposed to know I’d have an opportunity to fuck her at a Broadway show? I didn’t get tickets for “Fucking at Funny Girl” or “Humping at Hairspray.”
She must sense my hesitation, because she asks, “Everything ok back there?”
“Yeah.” I reach around and drive two fingers inside her. She gasps and hangs her head back. “You’re fucking perfect. There just isn’t enough time to do what I want to with this pretty pussy of yours,” I lie. My thumb plays with her clit as I keep up a punishing pace. “Are you going to be my good girl and come for me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“I need to take you home to fuck you properly.” I pull my fingers out and suck them clean before turning her around and pressing her back against the wall. “We don’t need to mess up this pretty dress of yours. I’ll clean up every drop.” I fall to my knees and without any warning, my mouth is on her clit. She grips my hair, pulling me closer and grinding against me.
“I need just a little—” I don’t let her finish the sentence, I push my fingers into her cunt again, curling and teasing her. Time isn’t on our side; I suck hard, knowing it will send her over the edge quickly. “Oh, right there, I’m going to—” My free hand covers her mouth as she comes for me. She sighs against my hand, making me chuckle against her pussy. It prolongs her orgasm and she clenches around my fingers. I remove them, bringing them to my mouth, and sucking them clean. I can’t get enough of her.
“Attagirl.” I lap up all of her before pulling her dress down. “What do you say we get out of here?”
She nods excitedly as I rise to my feet. “Yes,” she breathes.
I’m about to kiss her when a stage hand approaches, startled when they find us. “Oh, sorry. I thought no one was back here. Did you two get lost?”
Becca clears her throat. “Yes, sorry. We were told to find…”
“Linda,” I finish.
“Right this way.” They guide us out of the theater to the front to meet Linda, who promised merchandise when I paid way too much for these last minute tickets. I almost insisted it was fine, but who am I to say no when Becca might want something?
“Hi, you must be Julian.” Linda offers her hand. I keep my hand in my pocket since it was just inside my girl. “You’ll have to excuse me. I need to use the restroom. Please, give her whatever she wants, no matter the cost.” I kiss Becca’s cheek and head to the bathroom.
I lean on the bathroom counter. I’m hard as hell and need to think about the unsexiest things I can think of…
Nothing comes to mind. All I can think about is her.
I wash my hands, blow out a deep breath, and resign myself to the fact that I’ll need to keep my dick in my pants for the next half hour, at least.
I head back to find Becca laughing with Linda. I only catch the last part of whatever Becca is saying. “He definitely is… Oh, hey, ready to head out.”
“Yeah, you?”
She lifts a bag with a wide smile. “Some of it was signed by Lin himself! Let’s go home and I’ll show you everything.”
Home.
I take Becca’s hand. With no one around, she lets me without hesitation. I thank Linda for her time before we leave, and after tonight, I’m making a mental note to research New York City real estate tomorrow morning.
26
BECCA
I wake up to two strong arms holding me from behind. I breathe out a contented sigh.
Julian.
After a strong-willed debate, we agreed my place was the better option. The only one I have to worry about seeing us is Mrs. Goldstein… and maybe Daddy.
Julian kisses my shoulder and whispers, “Hey, baby.”
“It’s still a little weird, you calling me that,” I say honestly. “We’ve only known each other for a week, two tops.”
“Happy week and a half anniversary?”
I turn in his arms. “Julian, I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He settles in closer to me, pulling my leg up and over his waist. I’m now hyperaware of the fact that his morning wood is inches from my lady garden. It should forever be called a lady garden, until we’re old and gray. What the fuck am I saying? Old and gray? Fuck. I’m in way too deep here.
“Can we both just agree that all of this is completely unreasonable and run off into the sunset like one of your novels, Merlot? It would save us the time examining the absurdity of it all.” He kisses my forehead and slowly runs his fingers up and down my arm. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, how did you come up with your pen name?”
“I love red wine and Pride and Prejudice,” I answer simply.
He chuckles. “Seriously? That’s it?”
“Yup,” I reply, popping the ‘p.’
“I fucking love yo— it. I love it.”
“Oh no.” I sit up, clutching the sheet to my chest. “You did not just say that.”
The back of his head hits the pillow with force. “Yeah.” He closes his eyes. “I did, didn’t I?” Opening one of his eyes to check to make sure I’m still watching his reaction, he asks, “Would you be mad if I said I’m falling for you?”
“No.” I reach over to my bedside table for my phone. I unlock it and type out a message. He eyes me curiously but I don't look up completely from my phone until the message notification lights up the screen. I toss it back onto the table. “Food poisoning.”
“What?” He asks with a chuckle.
I bite my lip, trying to contain my amusement. “Food poisoning. You can’t record today because we both have food poisoning. Bad sushi.”
“Oh, my Becca. What did you do?”
I shrug. “I have a hot man in my bed who is trying to profess his undying love for me. Why wouldn’t I fake food poisoning so I could spend the day with him?”
“Undying love? As I recall, I only said I was falling for you.”
“Admit it, my Julian. You’re hopelessly and incandescently in love with me,” I say with as much confidence as I can muster without laughing. My favorite Regency heroines would be proud.
“Even if I am, I’ll never admit to it.”
I frown. “Why the hell not?”
“Because you, my Becca, wouldn’t believe me if I did. How could I tell this beautiful, naked woman wrapped up with me that I’m in love with her, and risk her not returning my feelings? No, that grand declaration will come at a later date.”
“Now look who’s suddenly the voice of reason,” I chuckle and kiss him. “For the record, I look forward to this later date of yours.”
Julian convinced me that we needed to record today. Since food poisoning is unpredictable, we were able to claim it passed and headed into the sound recording studio.
We have a larger room this time, but the close quarters are going to be difficult for me today. We’re recording a scene where Bryan’s brother, David, has Anna at his mercy. Hearing Julian recite the lines is going to do things for me. I have to control myself and not attempt to dry hump my narrator.
“Chapter 9. David.” He clicks his clicker twice to leave space for Anna’s narration and to cue the engineer that his line is done. “He calls you his kitten, but you’re more of a lioness, Anna.” Click click. “I sit back in my chair, ‘On your knees. Show me who you belong to.’”
Almost immediately, I drop to my knees in front of him.
“Becca, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I look up at him with doe eyes, unzipping his pants
“I can’t record when—” I free his cock and wrap my mouth around it. “Fuck.” He’s too thick for me to take him deep, so I use my hands to make up for it. He strokes my cheek and pulls my hair back for me. “Be my good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, baby.” His grip on my hair tightens and I’m now incredibly wet. Something about how he said…
I pull off of him. “Say it again.”
He groans and his hand strokes his incredibly hard cock. “Say what? I’ll say whatever the hell you want me to, if it means I get that mouth on me again.”
“Good girl. You need to say it just like that in the scene.” I move from my knees and sit in the chair next to him, expectantly.
“You think I can record anything when my dick is hanging out and I just had the best almost-blowjob of my life?” When I don’t reply, he takes a deep breath. “Fuck, fine. Good girl.”
I shake my head. “That’s not it. Maybe draw it out?”
He adds inflection at the end. “Good girl…”
“No. That’s not right. Emphasize the ‘i’?”
“Good gIrl.” He tries not to laugh but it escapes him anyway.
I groan. “Just… do it the way you did it when you weren’t in character.”
“You were sucking me off, Becca. It’s hard to replicate that.” I glance down at his cock that he’s still stroking and drop back down to my knees. “That’s not what I meant. You don’t have to—”
“Hmm,” I hum against his hard length as I take him in my mouth. I pull off long enough to tell him, “Hit record.”
“Fuck.” He taps the button and attempts to resume the narration. “That’s my good girl, Becca… Shit.” I chuckle at his slip up. “That’s my good girl, Anna, taking me so well.”
“I want you to come in my mouth, Julian.” I continue licking and sucking, bringing him closer to the edge. His balls tighten and I know he’s almost there.
“Baby, you feel so good.” His praise eggs me on. “You’re fucking perfect, taking my cock like this. Are you wet?” I nod with his cock still in my mouth. “Fuck.” He tugs on my hair to pull me off of him. “Go in my bag and grab a condom.”
Without a word, I reach into his laptop case and take one out, tear the foil with my mouth, and roll it onto his cock. I strip out of my leggings and panties and climb on top of him, lowering myself inch by thick inch. He thrusts up inside me, forcing me to take most of him. I take a deep breath and lower myself further.
“I just need a second.”
“I know. You’re doing so well, baby. Look at you taking all of me. You feel incredible. Just rock back and forth on me to help you adjust.” I grind onto him. “Just like that,” he hisses. “Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
Julian kisses me and it’s brutal and demanding. As he pulls back, he takes my bottom lip between his teeth before letting it go. “That’s my good girl, keep grinding on me. I want you to use me to come.” I do as he says and rock back and forth, taking him deeper. He pushes up into me, meeting my rhythm. I’m so deliciously full but he grips my hips and drives up harder. It’s almost too much.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“I know, baby. Don’t wait for me. Fuck me hard and come all over my cock.” He reaches between us and pinches my clit, forcing me to come unexpectedly. “That’s right. Show me who this pussy belongs to, baby. Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
I haven’t recovered from my orgasm and the words tumble from my lips, “I’m yours.”
“That’s right. You’re mine, my Becca.” He thrusts up into me a few times before letting out what can only be described as a roar with his own release. “Fuck.”
I chuckle but it’s cut short. “Shit! Is that still recording?”
Julian glances over at the computer. “Yeah.” He presses a few buttons. “It’s deleted now. I don’t want anyone but me to hear you coming.”
“Too bad. That would’ve made for some great masturbation inspiration for me,” I say with faux disappointment, even though I’m mostly worried about someone hearing me tell him I’m his.
“No need to touch yourself, baby. That’s my job now. I’ll gladly whisper dirty things to you with my hand between your legs.”
I lift off him, genuinely impressed we didn’t break the condom. He removes it, ties it off and tosses it into the trash. I look for my discarded underwear and leggings and put them on once I find them.
“What, are you going to stay over every night to ensure I’m sexually satisfied?” I joke as I get dressed.
Without an ounce of sarcasm, he replies, “Every. Single. Night.”
27
JULIAN
Last week, I spent my days in the studio and my nights in Becca’s bed. I’m in a rush to complete this book so I can get out of the contract as soon as possible, so I’m working long hours every day. I’m exhausted but it’s worth it.
Each morning, I wake up at 5am to get in a three mile run before I head straight to the studio for eight to ten hours a day. When I’m done, I rush home to her with dinner in hand if she’s in the middle of writing or editing a chapter and doesn’t have time to cook. I would never expect her to make dinner for us, but when I walk in to the smell of garlic or onions, my heart aches a little that this could be our norm. Only, it wouldn’t be her cooking, it would be my personal chef preparing a meal for the two of us after a long day at work.
I’m almost done with the book. As soon as I finish, it’ll be off to the engineer to put it together with the other narrator’s work. The edits will take the longest, but I should be completely finished in less than a month.
One month and I can be with her, take her out, and show the world that she’s mine.
After a particularly long day, I’m headed home to my girl. My girl. It doesn’t feel like weeks with her, it feels like years. She buzzes me up to the apartment and I let myself in.
“Honey, I’m home,” I jokingly call, as I’ve done for the last week. But I’m not joking. I’m never joking. I come up from behind and wrap my arms around her, kissing her shoulder. “Smells good.”
“Nothing special, just chicken enchiladas and a salad.” She shrugs. “Can you grab plates?”
“Sure.” I kiss her neck and step away to take out a few plates from the cabinet and a couple beers from the fridge. We prep our plates and take a seat at her round kitchen table.
We sit in comfortable silence for several minutes before she breaks it. “How is the reconciliation chapter coming?” Becca asks between bites.
“Anna is a real bitch,” I reply with a smirk. “How you managed to give her a happily ever after and readers were obsessed with it… you’re fucking talented.” She blushes. Bringing my beer to my lips, I add, “The book is almost done.”
Eyes wide, she sets down her fork and wipes her mouth. “How? I thought you had at least five chapters left and the epilogue.”
“Duet narration. The last few chapters are mostly Anna. I finished three today. So, I have a few more days of recording, then I’ll go back through and fix anything I’m not in love with.” I stand and make my way into the kitchen to get seconds of enchiladas and another beer. When I return, I kiss her softly before sitting back down. “One month, tops, and I’m done.”
Becca chews on her lip. I know the question is coming; we haven’t talked about it. I need to get back to California to wrap up a few things, but I’ll come right back here as soon as it’s all done. I haven’t even been in New York for three weeks and I’m looking at apartments so I can be with her. I can work from anywhere and this is where I want to be.
“I forgot to tell you, I have to go upstate this weekend. I had plans to visit my family and, well, I got a little distracted by… all of this.”
“Oh.” I try not to sound disappointed that she’s not inviting me.
“Would you—”
“Yes.” Shit. I’m not disappointed. Worse, I’m fucking desperate.
“You didn’t even know what I was going to ask.” She bites her lip, a small smile tugging at the corner.
Get it together.
I drag my hand over my five o’clock shadow. “You’re right. What were you going to ask?”
“Would you drive me to the train station?”
My face falls. “Oh, sure… I mean, yes, of course.”
Becca lets out a full belly laugh. “I’m kidding.” She stands and climbs onto my lap, straddling me. “Come with me.”
“Is that a question or demand?” I keep my tone light. I shouldn’t be this excited to go with her this weekend, but I fucking am. I’m beyond infatuated with this woman.
“Both. Will you? I know your answer is yes, but I just want to see you all wound up again.”
I pinch her side and she yelps. “Yeah, I’ll come with you. Speaking of which…” I pull her shirt over her head and toss it to the ground. She’s wearing the lacy green bra that matches her eyes. I swear she wears it because she knows it’s my favorite.
“Are you making an orgasm joke? I know you can do better than that.”
I pull down the cups of her bra and tease her nipples with slow licks, grazing them with my teeth. I slip my hand into her sweatpants, pressing two fingers inside her. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.” I remove them and suck them clean, groaning. “I didn’t get to taste you yesterday, you were up late writing.”
