The Babysitter (6 page)

“I gave you the chance to leave.” He lifts me up and down on his dick, making very sure to slide my body down in perfect timing and make sure his muscled lower abs make contact with my clit.

Moans rip from my throat. I'm too loud, but can't be quiet. Too rimming with lust, to be worried. It feels so good, like my body is a bundle of intricate buttons and somehow only Blake understands which ones to push and to leave alone.

“My God. Please don't stop,” I whine. “Please.”

“You like my cock?”

“Oh God, baby. Yes.”

He gyrates his waist in such a way that the tip of him nudges against my sensitive g-spot.

“Blake?” Janet's voice carries from the inside of the kitchen, out of the window, and over to us. “Blake, honey? Where are you? I don't want to do the counselor, but we can still talk.”

Blake's gone, sweetheart.

He's groaning and watching his cock go in and out of me. I doubt he can even hear her. Desire blazes wild in his eyes.

He's mine.

It's in every bead of sweat that forms around his forehead. He's determined to imprint his mark somewhere on my body, in the most tenderest place. Groaning, his muscles budge in his arms. He's moving my body up and down at an erratic speed. His hold tightens on my hips. An orgasm sparks in my center. If he keeps it up, I'll explode before I can keep quiet or even savor it like I yearn.

“Blake?” Janet still yells for him and it sounds like her voice is getting closer.

Damn it, just go away.

I can't stop him. My nipples bounce with the increased pace. They trap his gaze with each movement. “Fuck, Paige. You're so beautiful. I'm a lucky bastard.”

“Oh!” Is all I can say. It's the only sound that escapes my mouth as I come hard, with no beautiful mounting sensations to prepare me, just a power blast of blazing hot shock to my pussy. “Oh God!”

A door slams, I think. It could be the back door or front. I can barely pay attention as he screams right along with me.

“Fuck, yeah. Hell. Yes.” He's spraying my insides with his essence.

“Blake!” My pussy contracts and is packed with his cock and all the sperm spurting out of him. It's like he never released it this whole year, like he'd been saving it all for me. I'm dripping with him. It streams down my leg and makes my thighs sticky. Yet our bodies continue to slide against each other. We are two humping fools within the moonlight, half naked and deranged, rocking our greedy groins into each other for more of that magical feeling that keeps draining us dry.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as he slows down his pace, but never leaves my body.

Footsteps pound behind us.

“Blake!” Anger laces Janet's voice. “No! No! You sick bastard! Is that the babysitter? How could you?”

He doesn't look up, never stops, moving that cock inside of me. It's insane. He's a mad man. His gaze is glued to me, his hands are locked on my flesh, and I fear that him or those fingers will never leave and he'll just continue to make love to me right in front of her.

“Blake.” I nudge him. “Janet is here, right behind us.”

“Tell her we're getting a divorce.” He sucks on my neck. “I'm tired of spending my energy dealing with her and I just can't stop feasting on you.”

“How dare you!” she screams. “How dare you!”

Anxiety stiffens my body against him.
Oh no. I have to stop this.
I try to climb away from him, but he won't let me go.
Mmmm.
It's so hard to try to get him to stop when my own body betrays me.

“Just leave, Janet. We're done.” He's back to slipping in and out of me again at a faster pace. Shocked and full of unease, I turn to see Janet marching away. Curse words flee her mouth while she kicks over a huge pot of lavender next to the doorway. I hear words like slut and son of a bitch, divorce and full custody. She's scaring me, more for Blake and the kids, and less for me. In the end, I am just a servant to her, nothing more.

I watch her escape into the kitchen ringing her fists in the air and cursing some more.

“Sweet Paige,” Blake murmurs like a mad man. “My sweet Paige feels so fucking good just like I knew she would.”

Oh baby. You'll get to see just how sweet I am for the rest of our lives.

“I love you, Blake.”

“I love you too.” He sucks on my neck and nibbles a little at the flesh. I'm moaning again and shouldn't be happy with how Janet and Blake end. Perhaps, she shouldn't have ever found out this way. No one should see it for themself. No one should have to walk in on their husband pounding into a very satisfied babysitter.

How did she feel to see her loyal husband after all this time, finally break apart and be selfish?

But this husband deserved it, after denying himself happiness for so long. Plus karma had a whole lot of debt when it came to Janet. Maybe she got what she should. And in the end, the very satisfied babysitter was owed the beautiful cock too.

“You had your chance to escape,” he nuzzles my nose with his.

My body readies itself for the third orgasm that will surely come. “Good. Because, I'll never leave.”

We stay there all night long, making love under the moonlight, at the center of the pool, and even later in my bed. Sometime during our sex, Janet had left with her things. The kids still lay asleep like the adorable little bricks they always were, only able to be disturbed if a television came on or cookies were being made.

When the dawn comes and sunlight escapes into my bedroom, he's still there, gazing down at me and combing his fingers into my hair.

“You should go,” I say. “Sammy will wake up soon and see you leaving from here.”

“I think this morning we should sit them down and explain what's going on.”

My mouth drops open. “Now? Are you sure?”

“I'm done pretending. Now that I've had you, I don't think I could stand in a room with you and not at least hold your hand. You've done something to me. I'm different.”

“But this maybe too much for them.”

“Then we'll get help from a family counselor to figure out the best way to let them know that I'm getting a divorce from their mother and that your now in my life.”

“Okay.” I form my lips into a smile and sit up. “But not this morning. It might shock them too much. Today we can find a good counselor and maybe tomorrow we'll unload this on them.”

He whimpers. “I don't want to leave your bed right now.”

“No whining.”

“No?”

I lick my lips. “You're too old for whining. If you keep it up, I'll have to punish you.”

“Hmm. How will you punish me?”

I dive under the covers and go to that thick length lounging on his thigh. “I'll punish you with my mouth.”

The worst thing my parents could've done to my brother and I was be rich.

Money gave us time to wander the earth lazily in our massive yacht. It allowed for many indiscretions—partying three days straight with no sleep or food just the need to dance and sex till our hearts’ desired something else. We played hard and lived better than most of the planet's population.

And the women.

Well the women were our sport. It was the only way we judged our worth among us two, the only method of entertainment once the clubs and excitement of being adults on our own shifted into endless days of monotonous boredom.

Each month or two, we courted one unsuspecting woman together and battled for her love. No matter her age, race, size, family background, or even class level, she fell for one of us. Sometimes both. We judged her love by who she slept with first. And once we tallied up the scores and picked the winner, we left her there. Whether on her knees in tears or screaming curses at us, we moved on to the next city and the future female challenge in our twisted lives.

So with complete confidence and no worries, we docked in exotic Miami ready to play.

We shouldn't have.

At times I sat in my empty apartment, drinking until I passed out and thinking about that day.

Had there been any signs, something foreboding enough to signal our oncoming demise? Whatever it was, that summer was the last time I fully lived.

Every day after that, I died.

I didn't have a name for this torture, but I knew some would say it was a broken heart. Others would simply call it karma.

~Dawn

“Let me get this straight. You'll give me five thousand dollars to pose for some pictures and all because you like my wavy hair and weird eyes?” I asked the two hot guys in front of me.

“No,” one of the them said. “Not weird eyes. Lovely. I can’t even tell what color they are.”

“They’re gray and not that enchanting.”

“They’re not just gray,” he countered. “There’s some gold and a few hints of blue.”

Oh brother. Where is this going?

I shielded my eyes to get a better look at this gorgeous pair.

The sun battered down on my caramel skin and made the beach so bright it was almost blinding when I stared in certain areas. According to the news, this was the hottest Miami summer of the year. Temperatures had remained in the hundreds. Regardless, I'd gathered all eight of my books, slung them in my crappy car, and drove down to South Beach. As anyone would assume the place was packed with women dressed in the tiniest bikinis and men draped in muscle. Still not taking a hint that South Beach wasn’t a great study zone, I propped myself under a rented umbrella with a blanket. A pitcher of my special smoothie, Earth Shaker sat on my right. In my lap rested an opened book that would prepare me for my first semester of law school in the fall.

No worries.

But then, two gods with vanilla skin wrapped in muscle and oozing sexual yumminess stood directly in front of me, and now I no longer wanted to read six hundred pages on the history of American Law. Now I yearned to slip my fingers against their skin and find out if they were as solid as they seemed.

“Just a picture?” I tossed them a skeptical look.

“You're a unique beauty,” The blond one said. “What are you mixed with?”

“How do you know I'm mixed?”

“Because there isn't one race all over this world that owns your type of beauty. We all have a sexy quality and one we don't prefer. Every race has some DNA strain that they'd love to get rid of and trade with another. But your face, eyes, hair, and skin color are exquisite, almost this perfect blend of everything.”

I gulped. “Um. . .I'm not interested in having my picture taken, and my mother was Puerto Rican and my dad Irish so let’s calm down with all the compliments. It’s really not that special of a blend.”

“Please, it won't take longer than a half an hour at the most.” He tapped his finger on the end of a camera that held more buttons and switches than I'd seen. Clearly the man saw picture taking as way more serious than the average person, but that didn't mean I would star in his images, especially since I didn't know him.

The other guy with the brown wavy hair never said anything, but he didn't have too. It might have stopped the sex radiating from him.

Dear God, why am I being tempted today? I'm trying to be a good girl this summer.

And these men were distractions. They were eye candy—chiseled physiques in those small European cut bathing suits, full lips, and high, yet masculine cheekbones. However, they did have their differences. Where one's hair was long and blond, the others laid low in brown waves. Where the blond stared back at me with the bluest eyes, the other gazed with sparkling green ones.

“Just give us an hour of your time. Nothing else,” the blond said.

One can only dream. Get rid of them and get back to work.

“I don't know if you haven't noticed, but I'm pretty busy.” I gestured to all of the books scattered around my legs as well as the small pile near my feet.

“What are you reading?” The blond bent over and grabbed the exact one I had in my hand.

“Excuse me?” I reached for it.

He kept it away from me and studied the cover. “This has to be boring.”

“It is.” I rolled my eyes. “Give me my book back.”

“If it's boring and you know this, then why are you reading it?” He handed it back to me.

“Because the University of Miami law school suggested these books for their first year students.” I shrugged. “I like to be prepared before a semester starts.”

“It's summertime.”

“I'm aware of that.”

“You need to be saved.”

I sighed. “Perhaps, I need to be saved from you, not by you.”

“No way. That would just be wrong.” He chuckled. “Let me introduce you to your saviors, this is my brother Frederick next to me and my name's Max.” He extended his hand for me to shake.

I didn't take it. “I really need to get back to reading. Thanks guys, but I'm not interested.”

Mr. Brown waves and green eyes prowled my way and sat right down next to me. His earthy cologne filled the air in just a perfect way. Again, he continued to not speak, yet his bathing suit that formed around his thick thighs and impressive. . .crotch said more than his lips could have.