I can't stop giggling as Beckett kicks the bedroom door shut. The way he manhandles me, the casual show of strength, it never fails to get me hot. But I also keep an eye out for any wincing, any sign of pain that his psoas muscle is acting up.
“Think you're real cute, don't you?” He spins us so my back hits the wall. The impact punches a gasp out of me, but it quickly turns into a moan as he grinds against me, hard and insistent.
“I don't think. I know I'm fucking adorable. And you love it.”
He hums, trailing biting kisses down the column of my throat. “Love this ass in my hands, that's for sure.” He punctuates his words with a firm squeeze, pulling me flush against him. “Love the sounds you make when I'm buried deep even more.”
Fuck.
I writhe against him, plucking at his shirt. “Then why are we still wearing clothes? Chop, chop, Becks. Get naked, come on.”
He chuckles, lowering me to the ground, then strips off his shirt in one smooth motion. “Keep sassing me and you'll get it, brat.”
“Oh, fuck yes. Yes, please.”
I shimmy out of my clothes in record time, my skin tingling under the intensity of his gaze, heat pooling in my core as his eyes hungrily drink me in.
“Like what you see?” I smirk, cocking my hip.
A muscle in his jaw ticks, and his hands flex at his sides, like he's physically restraining himself from grabbing me. “Always, Chaos. Fuck, you're so gorgeous, you don't even know . . .”
A flush warms my cheeks. Hearing how much he desires me never gets old.
“Want me on my back so you can watch yourself split me open on your big cock? Or maybe you want me on my knees to pull my hair while you fuck my throat raw?”
Beckett makes a strangled sound, eyes flashing. In an instant, he's on me, one hand cupping my ass while the other tangles in my hair, tugging my head back.
“Tonight, I want to watch your face when your greedy hole swallows me up.”
A shiver runs through my entire body, my hole clenching around nothing. “Holy shit. I think I just—”
He cuts me off with a kiss, licking into my mouth like he's trying to devour me. I cling to his shoulders, urging him back toward the bed until his knees hit the edge and he sits. I don't break the kiss as I straddle him, knees bracketing his hips, loving the way his breath hitches as I grind down.
“Lube.” I gasp when we finally part for air. “And . . . ah, fuck . . . the clamps. Becks, please.”
His grin is pure sin as he reaches into the nightstand. He tosses the lube on the bed but dangles the gleaming silver clamps from a finger. “These what you want, Chaos? Want me to put them on your pretty nipples, get 'em all red and aching?”
I can only nod frantically, skin already tingling in anticipation. The first clamp biting down makes me cry out, makes my back arch as the bright, hot pain zings straight to my dick.
The second one has me nearly sobbing, hips rolling mindlessly as I chase the intensity. Beckett groans, low and deep, hands stroking reverently over my sides.
There's the snick of the lube opening, followed by a slick finger circling my hole, and then he's pressing in. I gasp, bearing down eagerly, my nails digging into his shoulders. He works me open, crooking his fingers just right to graze my prostate.
By the time he’s up to three, I’m panting, thighs trembling, sweat prickling along my hairline. “Fuck, Becks. Get in me. Fuck me.”
He grabs the condom, tearing the foil packaging open. “Lift up.”
I do, rising up on shaking thighs as he sheaths, then slicks himself. His blunt head presses against my hole and I sink down. It's so much, the stretch and the burn and the sweet ache of being filled. But I don't stop, I take him to the hilt until I'm fully seated on his lap, stuffed full of his cock.
“Fuck,” Beckett grits out, fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, you feel incredible, so hot and tight.”
I can only mewl in response. He's so deep like this, filling me up, pushing the air from my lungs. I need a minute, need to—
Beckett thrusts up viciously, bouncing me on his cock. I wail, stars bursting behind my eyes as he hits my prostate dead-on.
“Oh, fuck.” I gasp, head lolling back. “Oh, fuck. Becks, yes, yes, yes.”
He moves at a relentless pace, fucking up into me hard and deep. And fuck, he’s just as shameless, matching me cry for cry, growl for whimper. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.
