He sets Mouse down, stepping closer to me. His hands find my hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles into my skin. “You know, if I actually had a rodent in here I’d just call an exterminator.”
“Was just trying to be helpful.”
Beckett chuckles and shakes his head. “Sometimes you’re just too much.”
My body stiffens, muscles tensing, and I force a smile that feels fake even to me. “You know I like the accolades.”
But my act doesn’t work. His brows furrow as he studies my face. “What was that? What happened?”
I blink a few times, trying to figure out what to say, but the words just won’t come.
“Viktor?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Bullshit.” He backs me up against the kitchen table, then lifts me to sit on it and steps between my legs. “Talk to me.”
I shrug, looking down at nothing in particular. “Just kinda tired of being told I’m too much. Too intense. Toooverwhelming.”
He tilts my chin up until our gazes meet. “Chaos, you just shine too brightly for most people. Don’t dim your light because they can’t handle it.”
I snort. “Yeah, well . . . What about you?”
“I’m perfectly fine wearing a pair of sunglasses.”
Not the response I was expecting. At all. And when he smiles so big his eyes crinkle at the sides, my smart mouth has to get in the way. “Is that what they're calling cataracts these days?”
Beckett grips behind my knees and pulls me flush against him. “You calling me old?”
I smirk. “If the shoe fits.”
His fingers trail up to my waist, then dip into the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Take these off.”
I lift my hips and remove my underwear, my dick already hard and leaking.
“Now, turn around, chest and knees on the table. Ass up.”
Oh, this sounds like fun. “Going to fuck me before school, Becks? Make me so sore I’ll be thinking about you during all my classes?”
He doesn’t answer, only stands there with a steady gaze and a slight smirk, his arms relaxed at his sides as he waits, so I get into position. Although, I’m not sure how he intends to fuck me like this. I’m up too high.
“Reach back and spread your cheeks for me.”
The whimper that erupts cracks at the end, all high pitched and filthy. I swallow hard as I turn my head to the side, then reach back and grab my ass, spreading myself wide.
“So fucking pretty. Can’t wait to feast on you and make you all sloppy.”
Before I can respond, he buries his face in me, his beard scraping against my sensitive skin in a way that adds to the intensity of his warm, wet tongue pressing against my hole.
“God, fuck. Oh, fuck.” My voice sounds so filthy and needy, my fingers digging into my skin so hard as I spread myself wider that it’ll probably leave bruises.
Beckett chuckles as he continues to lap at my hole, short, soft licks across before plunging with the tip of his tongue, dipping inside until I push back against him.
“Such a needy brat.” He pulls away, then sucks my balls before tracing his tongue back up my crack. “Look at you shaking already, making such a mess on my table.”
“More. Now.”
And he obliges, sucking my hole and plunging his firm tongue back inside, fucking me with it over and over until I’m writhing against his face. Beckett’s eating me out like I’m his last fucking meal . . . or his first.
