Sugar Baby Beautiful by J. J. McAvoy
“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” He was staring at me.
“You’re so cheesy, Mr. Darcy.”
“I’ll stop when you stop smiling like that.” He took my hand, led me to the balloon, and lifted me into the basket.
I tried to pull my hands away from him. I couldn’t think like me when he kept touching me as gently as this. But he didn’t let go, and when the balloon started to rise, I didn’t fight him anymore because I was busy trying not to think about the fact that we were going hundreds of feet off the ground.
“This is safe, right?” I said softly, my heart pounding faster.
“I wouldn’t bring you here if it wasn’t safe.”
Biting my lip, I nodded and watched the green patch of grass below get farther and farther away each time the fire whooshed into the balloon. I saw deer running through the trees. There was even a bear in another direction. However, they were soon nothing more than tiny specks in a sea of green trees.
“Oh my—” I backed into his arms when a bird flew right past my face.
“You’re scared of birds too?”
“No! I was just surprised.”
“Good. Look forward.”
“So bossy—”
With his hands on my head, he turned me toward the view, and if I thought it was breathtaking from the ground, I had no words for how stunning it was up in the air.
“Oh my gosh!” I yelled, grinning. I spread my arms wide. This was the perfect time to say one of my favorite movie lines. “‘I'm flying, Jack!’”
He put his hands on my waist. “Who’s the cheesy one now?”
I laughed, covering his hands with mine.
This was… this was something I knew I would never be able to forget no matter how long I lived.
Theo
I couldn’t forget the smile on her face, or the way the breeze had whipped her honey-brown hair in every direction. She’d been stunning. Even now, hours later in my bathroom while she stood in my shower, the water falling, dripping over every curve of her body. Her round breasts, pink nipples, her stomach… damn. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back. She was beautiful. The fact that she was completely unaware of me turned me on even further.
Sliding open the glass door, she quickly turned to face me. “Theo? You—”
I didn’t let her get another word out before my lips were on hers, my tongue in her mouth, pushing her against the tile wall. The heat of the water beating on my back as she moaned in my mouth was tantalizing. Breaking away slowly, she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. Lust filled her hazel eyes.
“Turn around and put your hands up,” I told her harshly.
She smiled seductively. “Are you an officer now? Don’t you have to read me my rights?”
I pulled her off the wall and turned her around, placing both hands up beside her. Pressing my cock against her soft ass, I grabbed her breast with one hand and slipped the other between her thighs. She tried to close them, but when I smacked a thigh, she giggled and opened them wider.
“You, Felicity, belong to me,” I whispered in her ear as I slipped my fingers into her throbbing pussy.
“Keep your hands up, Felicity. I’m not done.”
She didn’t listen.
“Now!” I demanded, pinching her nipples tightly.
“Ah!” She gasped, lifting her hands.
“Where was I?” I asked, fucking her pussy with two fingers as her walls clenched tightly around me. I wanted nothing more than to ram myself deeply in her. “You wanted rights. Well, you have the right to moan my name, Felicity. You have the right to beg for more.”
“Theo… please, I need… I need more.”
“You’re already so wet, Felicity.” My fingers sped up more, and she bounced on my hand as she pressed her face against the wall.
“No….” she whined when I removed my hands. I lifted them to her lips, and as she moved to lick them, I slid them into my mouth, tasting her as she panted in desperation. Rubbing myself between her ass cheeks, I spread her wetness all over her pussy with my cock, torturing us both before clutched her thigh and lifting. I slowly entered her ass.
“Fuck.” She hissed as she bit her lips and balled her hands into fists. Still keeping her leg in the air, I pulled out a bit before thrusting back into her. She shivered, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips, more than excited at the sight of her moaning. Her ass clenched my cock as it throbbed in her. Pulling out again, I slammed into her.
“Yes!” she cried as I trust forward. She begged for more, and I was dying to give it to her with no reservations.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” I hissed.
“Th… Th… Theo!” Her moans rang in my ear.
I had no control left. This wasn’t sweet. It was hard and fast, her whole body shaking under me, and it was fucking incredible.
“Yes! More! Yes!” she cried.
Dropping her leg, I pressed us both against the wall. The water was now running as cold as ice, though neither of us gave two fucks. We were both on fire.
“You want this to be over at the end of the week?” I hissed angrily, pulling her hair and slamming into her ass faster.
“Theo—”
SLAM.
“We are nowhere close to done.”
SLAM.
“THEO!” She came, the first of many times, I would make sure.
I reached between her thighs, rubbing her pussy.
“You can give me more than that, baby.”
“Theo—I—oh….” She held on to my wrist while three fingers went into her. I matched the pace of my hand to that of my cock, fucking her twice over.
“Who do you belong to?” I bit her ear.
“You.”
She belonged to me! Her ass. Her pussy. Her breasts. They were mine, and she was never going to forget that.
“Louder. Scream it.”
“I’m fucking yours, Theo!” she shouted as she came once more.
Damn right, I thought as I thrust myself once more into her, coming as well. I held her for a moment, kissing her shoulder before I pulled out. She slid to the shower floor and rested her head against the wall, taking deep breaths.
“Jesus,” she whispered.
“He had nothing to do with this,” I said as I turned off the water.
“You must be quite proud of yourself.”
“You look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked, so yes, I’m very proud of myself.”
This was exactly how to handle her. This morning I’d been sweet, this evening rough. The lover and the alpha. I was going show her she could have both.
I took a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and stepped out of the shower. “Clean up and come to bed, Felicity. We still have four more days.”
Felicity
Day 4
9:56 a.m.
I felt hot. My nipples were hard. My chest rose and fell with each short, quick breath. Licking my lips, my eyes were still closed as I fought the urge to moan…
Wait.
Feeling another wave of pleasure shoot through me, I opened my eyes, already grasping the sheets. Glancing down, I saw Theo’s head between my thighs, his tongue licking, sucking my pussy.
“The-o….” I moaned and yanked his black hair.
He didn’t stop licking my clit. I bit my thumb and rocked against his tongue, his face. Jesus fucking Christ, it felt… it felt fucking remarkable.
Pulling his hair once more, he seized my thighs and pulled me closer to his mouth and sucked me.
“Oh yes!” I cried. It was so good my eyes were watering, my toes curling. His tongue fucked me in a way I could not describe, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Theo!” I cried as I came, and he drank in all of me, which only turned me on more.
“Good morning.” He licked his lips when he finally came up.
Lust. Desire. It was all I felt. Sitting up, I kissed him with my tongue in
“I want to taste you on my tongue,” I said boldly.
He grinned. “I’m already up and waiting for you.”
Pushing him onto his back, I turned around and sure enough, his cock was standing high and proud for me. Bending over with my ass in his face, I licked the tip and grabbed the rest of him. This was my moment to repay him for waking me up like that, but he had other ideas… ideas to drive me insane. He ate me out again as I sat on his face. I swirled my tongue around his cock as if he were an ice cream cone meant only for me.
I knew neither of us would make it out of bed anytime soon.
1:00 p.m.
This morning and last night was… wow. There was no other way to describe it. I felt like his private porn star. Dirty. Sexy. Sinful. My mind was still reeling. I had never been with a man the way I had been with Theo. He made me feel sexy, like I was some sort of sex goddess. All the things we had done, yet even now, as we were out for lunch, he pulled out the chair for me like I was some well-mannered lady. Meanwhile I’d sucked him off a few hours ago and begged him to fuck me on my hands and knees.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked as he looked through the menu.
“How do you do that?”
He glanced up at me. “How do I do what?”
I leaned in more and said, “How do you go from fucking me like… like we did this morning to casually pulling out my chair and asking me what I want to eat?”
“Easy. I enjoy fucking you as much as I do spending time with you.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. I looked at the menu. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to eat though, other than him.
“Were you born in Los Angeles?”
“No. New York,” I replied.
“What’s your favorite color?”
I glanced up. He wasn’t looking at me, reading his menu, relaxed in his chair. “What are you doing?”
He focused on me. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Why are you asking me my favorite color?”
“Because I don’t know the answer. Why else would I ask?”
That was not what he was doing. The server came over. “What can I get you both?”
Theo, ever the gentleman, waited for me.
“I’ve settled on the chicken stir-fry and ginger ale, please.”
“I’ll have the same.” I’m sure the server said something, but I couldn’t concentrate with how intensely he was staring at me.
“What now?”
“You still haven’t answered the question.”
“It’s teal. Happy?”
“Favorite movie?”
“Theo, are you really playing twenty questions with me now?”
He raised an eyebrow as his face grew serious. “Of course. Now I have more than twenty.”
I reached for the water. “It’s not going to work. Knowing all these random things about me won’t mean you know me.”
“Then why are you so afraid to answer them?”
“Fine. My favorite movie is Midnight in Paris, Mr. Darcy.” He was driving me insane, and not in the way I liked.
“What are you feeling when you switch from Theo to Mr. Darcy? I can never tell if it’s sexual frustration or annoyance, which is impossible because I’m the least annoying guy I know.”
He’d said it so smoothly I couldn’t help but laugh. “Your ego is gigantic. Your neck must hurt from carrying that swelled head all day.”
“Now that you mention it.” He touched his neck, and we both laughed.
I shook my head. “I call you Mr. Darcy when… when the mood feels right, I guess. Sometimes it’s sexual, other times, annoyance. A few times when I think of Pride and Prejudice—”
“Ah.” He groaned and rolled his eyes. “You’re an Austen fan.”
“Don’t groan at Jane Austen.”
“I’m allowed to groan, seeing as how she is one of the reasons for the unrealistic expectations some women have of men. The fact that my last name is Darcy makes it doubly worse for me.”
He was right, but there was no way in hell I was admitting it. I took a sip of my water.
“Next question?” he asked with a devilish smirk on his lips.
“Please.”
“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
“I can’t answer that one. You might get it in your head to actually take me there.”
“Don’t worry, I already have it in my head. Not telling me would force me to take you everywhere until I finally found it.”
He was ridiculous. But I knew he really might.
“Thailand. If I could go anywhere right now, I’d like to visit there. And before you ask me why, I don’t know. I saw it in a magazine once.”
I picked up the chopsticks when the server came back out with our food.
“Why am I the only one answering these?”
“Because I’m the only one asking questions,” he responded. “I was born in Fresno, California, my favorite color is white, favorite movie is Citizen Kane, I call you Ms. Harper whenever you look like you are undressing me with your eyes—”
“I do not!”
“After this morning, can you really say that?”
Oh! Urgh, I wanted to smack him. But instead I stuffed food in my mouth.
“I also call you Ms. Harper when you laugh or smile at me like I’m the only man in the world,” he added before taking a bite of his meal.
My heartbeat quickened, and I swallowed the piece of my chicken in my mouth. We were both quiet for some time before I found the courage to speak again. “You didn’t say where you would travel to.”
“That’s because I can go anywhere I want to.” He shrugged. “So I’m going to be content going wherever you want to go.”
Felicity, don’t fall for this… don’t fall for him.
But why was it so easy to think one thing and feel another?
Day 5
11:31 a.m.
“You nervous?” he asked, placing the helmet on my head.
“That depends on how good a driver you are,” I said, even though I was a little nervous.
He zipped up the leather jacket on me before grabbing his own helmet. “I’ve been riding motorcycles since I was seventeen, and I’m still one piece. Just hold on tight.”
He threw his leg over the back of his black Harley, waiting for me to get on.
“Theo—”
“Trust me. You won’t get hurt.”
He was always pushing me out of my comfort zone.
He handed me pair of sunglasses, and I swung my leg over and wrapped my hands around his waist.
“You ready?” He started the engine.
“Just go!” I clenched my eyes shut.
I was holding on to him tightly, too scared I would fall off this thing to loosen my grip even a little. The wind whipped right by us, my hair lashing around behind us. When I’d asked him where we were going, he said it didn’t matter. It was the ride that was important. We’d see when we got there.
“Open your eyes, Felicity!” he yelled.
“I’m okay!”
“Felicity! Don’t be a pussy!”
“As a female with a pussy, I resent that.”
“What?” he shouted.
“I said as a woman with a pussy, I resent that!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
He laughed. “I can’t believe you just yelled that.”
Opening my eyes, I scowled at him even though he couldn’t see me before turning my head. It was only then I noticed how perfect the scenery was. The trees lined either side of the road, passing in blurs of green. It felt like we were gliding, flying right through them. I dared to stick one hand out.
“Still scared?” he yelled back.
“No.” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. I wasn’t scared anymore. He had this ability to make all my fears seem small.
“You’re one of a kind, Theodore Darcy,” I whispered more to myself than him.
“What?” He turned his head slightly.
“Nothing. Focus on the road!”
“I swear you were talking about me!”
“You’re paranoid,” I lied, smiling.
My heart wasn’t listening to me anymore. It was like it no longer belonged to me.
I had to get this under control.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It’s Not Over
Felicity
9:19 p.m.
We were back in Los Angeles.
Neither of us spoke as he drove me home.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I stared through the window, part of me missing the trees of North Carolina, trying not to think of how we’d both spent the last two days in bed. I think he knew by then I wasn’t going to be his for much longer. He tried to get closer to me emotionally again, but I didn’t budge despite the fact that some part of me wanted to. So instead he buried himself inside of me. Sometimes it felt like he was taking out his frustration with me on my body. Other times, when he was gentle with me, it felt like he was asking me why. Angry and rough or calm and gentle, they both felt amazing in different ways. He had ruined me for anyone else. When I closed my eyes, it was his face I saw. His green eyes, his unruly black hair, and that wicked smirk on his face. Wherever I touched myself, I remembered his hands and how they’d gripped me so tightly I was sure you could lift his fingerprints right off my skin. I now knew every line on his chest, down each of his abs to the V at his waist.
“Felicity.”
Blinking, I turned to him. He wouldn’t look at me either. “Yeah.”
“This is your address.”
I glanced at the building. I hadn’t realized he’d parked. How long had I been staring into nothing?
“No—” I said when he took off his seat belt, most likely to open the door for me. I undid mine instead.
He paused only a second before doing it anyway. For some reason I waited, only stepping out when he held out his hand and helped me outside. I grabbed my things from the back, not sure what else I could possibly say.