Mr. Big Shot (Mr. Big 1)

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We drove to my apartment because I wanted to pick up a few clothes and personal effects before we met John and then drove to the beach house. Alexa needed to escape the city and the beach house was perfect. Her ex had no idea we were together, and so he would have no idea where she was. The beach house also had great security so if, for some reason, he discovered that Alexa had been seeing me, and somehow found out about the beach house, we'd be forewarned and could call the local security company that monitored the property.

"Come inside while I get a few things for the beach house," I said and parked in the parking garage down the street. "I'll only be a few minutes and then we can go meet John if you feel up to it. If not, we can stay here. John will understand.”

“No, please, we should go," Alexa said and took my hand. “You two deserve to celebrate and I need a distraction from what happened.”

He smiled softly. “If you’re sure. Maybe it would be good to have a drink, relax.”

We walked down the street to the brownstone and I let us in, opening the door, admitting us into the cool interior. She wandered around the apartment while I went to my bedroom and pulled a few items of clothes into a duffle bag, then I went to the bathroom and grabbed my shaving kit, stuffing my things inside.

When I returned to the living room, duffle bag in hand, she was standing in the middle of the room, looking at her cell.

"What's up?"

She glanced at me and I saw there were tears in her eyes. "I called my mom, but there's no answer. Now I'm worried that Blaine did something to them. I know it's crazy, but she usually texts me right away or calls me back."

"I'm sorry," I said and pulled her into my arms. "I had no idea he was so dangerous. I'm sure they're okay and she's just busy. She'll call or text right away."

"I didn't think he'd find me," she said, a catch in her voice. "I thought he had to notify the sheriff when he left the county. I don't know why they didn't call my parents and let them know."

"That sucks," I said and stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears. "You'll be safe with me at the beach house. It has great security and a team can be there in five minutes if we need them. I'm sure he has no idea you even know me, so we can relax."

She finally smiled up through her tears. "I won't be able to relax until I hear from her."

"Shh," I said, embracing her in my arms, trying to comfort her. I was sure her family was fine and that it was just a temporary lapse on her mother's part. I hugged her more tightly, stroking her hair, her body warm against mine. One thing led to another, and our mouths found each other in a tender kiss.

Of course, my body responded immediately, my cock hardening from the feel of her breasts crushed against my chest, her tongue finding mine. She slipped her arms around my neck and pressed against my growing erection and although it pleasantly surprised me that she was getting aroused when she was still so upset, I wasn't going to fight.

Sometimes pleasure was the only thing that could wash away pain.

I continued to kiss her, my hands finding her breast over top of her sweater, cupping it, squeezing it before slipping lower to caress her hip. I pulled her against me, wanting her to know how hard I was and how much I needed her.

I broke the kiss and pulled her to the stairs and my bedroom.

"But John…"

I shook my head. "John’s a big boy. He can wait. I can't."

She smiled at that, and that smile told me that she didn’t want to wait either.

I led her up the stairs, my heart rate increasing at

the prospect of a quick hard fuck – something I needed and that she needed as well. As soon as I got her in the bedroom, I pushed her down onto the bed and began to strip her clothes off, enjoying every moment of it, revealing more and more skin with each motion.

Her breasts were spectacular and I couldn't get enough of them, lavishing my attention on each one, my teeth soft on her nipples, nipping them into hard points. She groaned and squirmed beneath me, her arousal making my dick jump in response.

"I just went for a long bike ride and I'm all sweaty," she said, pushing me away. "I need a shower."

I kissed her belly, which was glorious, and ran my tongue around her navel. "You taste fine to me."

"Please," she said and struggled under me. "Just a quick shower. I won't be able to relax unless I do."

"I don't want you to relax. I want you all aroused and needy."

She smiled, her eyes closed. "I am all aroused and needy. But I also need a shower."

Then, she rolled under me and managed to get away, slipping off the bed and running to the bathroom, giggling as she did.