I shuddered at his words, my nipples tightening even further as my pussy throbbed. “But I don’t know how long I’ll take.”
“I don’t care.”
“But I might—”
He leaned forward and sucked my clit hard into his mouth, tugging a sharp gasp from me. “Sunshine. Are you enjoying this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. Fuckyes,I was enjoying this. While my favorite toy branded itself on mimicking oral sex, it had nothingon the real thing. On the wet suction of his mouth, on the targeted flick of his tongue or the sensation of so much happening at once when he added his fingers to the mix.
He reached down and gripped his cock, still thick and hard and straining toward me. “You see this? My cock’s so fucking hard because of how good you taste. I could eat you out all damn day, and I’d love every minute of it. Now, keep your eyes on me and watch how much I love devouring this pussy.”
Without another word, he dove back in, affixing his mouth to my clit as he curled his fingers inside me, rubbing them against the spot only my vibrators had been able to reach. I gasped, dropping my head back against the tile as he continued whatever magic he was currently working on me. I was primed, my entire body thrumming with need, muscles tightening as I chased the orgasm that was just out of reach.
And then he scraped his teeth over my clit, the jolt of sensation enough to send me careening over the edge. I bowed forward as I came against his mouth, shudders racking my body as his eyes stayed connected with mine. With waves of ecstasy rippling through me, he hummed his satisfaction, working his tongue softly against me to draw out every single ounce of pleasure until I could barely hold myself up.
His gaze was full of hunger as he stood to his full height and boxed me against the wall, his cock so hot and hard between us.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said against my lips. Then he kissed me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself on him.
I groaned, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my body against his, desperate for more even though I’d just come. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d done to me. Wanted him inside me, filling me up. Wanted every bit of him he wanted to give.
I lowered one of my hands from around his neck and reached between my legs, rubbing my fingers against my pussy and feeling exactly how much I’d enjoyed having Beck’s mouth on me. I gasped against his lips when I brushed my fingers over my sensitive clit, not sure if it was too much or not enough.
“You still need more, baby?” he asked, eyes locked on where my hand disappeared between my legs. “My mouth wasn’t enough?”
“This isn’t for me,” I said and then gripped his thick shaft, using the evidence of my excitement to ease my path as I stroked him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, resting his forehead against mine as he stared down to where I pumped his cock. He braced his hands on the wall on either side of my head, caging me in, though there was nowhere in the world I’d rather be than right here, watching him come undone at my touch.
Beck was usually so collected. Stoic and gruff, and it took an act of God to get him excited about something. But right then, he looked so intense, his dark hair hanging over his forehead, lips parted, eyes heavy with lust, and cheeks flushed.
“I want to make you feel good, too.” I squeezed his length, tightening my grip enough to pull a grunt from him. “Show me what you like.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
EVERLY
My words hungin the air between us for only a moment before Beck’s right hand covered mine and he squeezed on the upstroke, harder than I would’ve dared, his groan echoing against the tile walls.
“Like that?” I asked, loving that he was taking his pleasure from me. Loving that I was witnessing this part of him.
“Just like that.”
“Is this enough?”
“It’s never enough with you.” He rolled his forehead against mine and closed his eyes as we continued to pump his length. “I want it all—your hands and your mouth and your pussy. Want every fucking inch of you all for myself.”
A shiver stole through me at his words, my nipples tight and hard, my body thrumming with desire. I’d never felt this before. Never had this overwhelming need to be with someone, especially after I’d already come. Usually for me, it was one-and-done—actually, it was usuallynone-and-done, and then I had to figure it out for myself after. But with Beck, I felt insatiable, this need building inside me that wasn’t satisfied even though he’d just made me see stars.
I pressed up on my toes, my hand still wrapped around his cock, and tugged his bottom lip with my teeth. “I want you to take it.”
With a groan, he jerked out of my hand and spun me around, my cheek pressed against the wall, my back presented to him. He ran his hand down my spine, then cupped my ass and squeezed, gripping me harder than I thought I’d like, but I couldn’t deny how my pussy throbbed in response. “You can’t tell me things like that, baby.”
“Why not?” I asked, breathless.
“Because I’ll take and take and take.”
God, I wanted that. Beck normally gave and gave and gave—in every aspect of his life. He worked long hours, put in extra time, helped out his siblings, fixed things at my house without my even asking. He always did what needed to be done without thought of what he was giving of himself. But here, now…I wanted him to be selfish. I wanted him to be selfish withme.
