“I’m gonna come. Beckett, oh, fuck. I’m gonna blow.”
He instantly pulls away and I wail at the loss of contact. But he flips me onto my back, spins me around, then climbs onto the table and straddles my face. I have no idea when he pulled off his pants but his red, angry crown is suddenly pushing into my mouth.
I open without hesitating, tasting his precum and moaning as I take him deeper.
“That’s it, Chaos. Suck my cock. Suck it like you need my cum to survive.”
And I do, swirling my tongue around his hard, hot length as I hollow out my cheeks. He starts driving into me and when I gag, he moans low.
“Love the way you choke on me. Your fucking mouth is heaven. Take it, baby.”
I grab onto the back of his thighs when he pushes into my throat as I gag and sputter around him. Beckett’s not taking it easy, getting rougher by the second . . . and I love it.
I arch, my dick aching and hurting, getting harder with each of his grunts and raspy groans, silently begging for him to get me off too.
The table scrapes against the floor, the sound mixing with the sloppy wet gurgles I make trying to relax my throat with each of his thrusts.
“Such a filthy boy. Look at your cock, drooling all over your stomach.” His tongue licks across my abs as he pushes himself all the way in until his pelvis is flush against my face. “That’s it, Chaos. Fuck, swallow again, contract that throat around my cock. Yes, baby. Just like that.”
I squeeze his thighs, my body on fire, but my consciousness grows fuzzy around the edges. He pulls out and I suck in a breath, a thread of saliva connecting my lips to his crown.
“Want more?”
I nod, opening wide.
He fills my mouth once again, but this time he takes me into his. He sucks just as intensely as he thrusts and seconds later I’m flooding his mouth, whining around his dick as my whole body contracts and I come. He doesn’t ease up until spurts of his hot cum jet onto my tongue.
The long groan Beckett makes as he orgasms with my dick still in his mouth, vibrates throughout my whole body. He pulls free, then turns to face me, gripping my jaw and forcing my mouth open.
He leans down, feeding me my own cum, then pulls back, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Swallow.”
After I do, he hops off the table. “Time to get ready for class.”
I sit up, mind hazy. “I . . . No clothes.”
He brushes my hair away from my eyes, then kisses my forehead. “You can wear mine.”
Chapter 13
Beckett
Watching Viktor wilt when I mentioned he was too much made my chest hurt in ways I didn’t expect. Sure, I care about how people feel, but what caught me by surprise was the strength of my reaction.
Same way those scars made me want to ride back to the club last night and rip Zachary Knight’s throat out, especially after Viktor admitted he hadn’t liked it. Which also means, I have to be careful with him, pay attention to what he actually enjoys versus what he may be doing solely for my benefit.
My focus lingers on the brat as he walks into the rink wearing one of my sweatshirts and a pair of my joggers, both a bit too big. But fuck. He looks sexy as hell in my clothes. And I already knowI’m not getting that sweatshirt back, not with the way he keeps lifting his arm and smelling the sleeve.
I may have sprayed some of my cologne on it before giving it to him. While physically marking someone isn’t my thing, that doesn’t mean I won’t do it in other ways.
My eyes close as I take a deep breath and shake my head.
This thing with Viktor is a bad idea on so many levels, but staying away isn’t an option, not after fucking him, tasting him, and falling asleep with him in my arms.
Problem is, as much as I want to keep whatever we’re doing a secret, my actions last night were in front of his friends. They all saw me carry him out of the club. Doubt they’d buy the excuse nothing happened, especially because there’s no way Viktor will keep quiet.
And I don’t want him to feel less than, like a dirty secret.
Some of my tension eased when he literally went feral the moment I brought up being worried about losing my job, like he’d nuke the damn planet if they even tried to fire me.
