Sure, my stomach was churning basically nonstop because my parents still asked me about moving home during every phone call—which had been daily since the fire—and my brother was still on my shit list, thanks to him souring Beck for my parents, and I was still overwhelmed at the thought of what to do with regard to the clinic, not to mention my home. But I wasn’t focusing on any of that. I couldn’t. If I did, I’d have another breakdown like I had the night Beck had taken me out on the roof, and I did not want to go back to that place again.
So instead, I shoved all of that down and focused on the here and now. On Beck’s gorgeous, muscled body spread out on top of mine, his hips resting in the cradle of my thighs, his cock so hard and thick between us that I ached to feel him inside me again.
I’dneverenjoyed sex before. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. It was fine. Perfunctory. A task to check off my to-do list. But I’d never felt anything close to what I read about in my favorite books. I’d assumed it was all hyperbole.
It wasnot.
Though it shouldn’t have been a surprise that sex with Beck was incredible. Not when everything else with him was so perfect. He already knew how to play my body, though I had no idea why I thought it’d be any different. He’d been reading romances with me for months—had borrowed my print copies and seen every highlighted or flagged passage, every dog-eared page. Had a front-row seat to every kink, every encounter, every dirty word that piqued my interest.
And he’d exploited them.
Not that I was complaining. Not when he was the Everly Whisperer and had been able to figure out things about me even I hadn’t. I had more than a decade of experience making myself come, and I still hadn’t realized I liked a little pain with my pleasure. Somehow, Beck had been able to suss that out after our first time together. He spent his time studying me as he wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body, which would explain all the multiple orgasms.
Well, that, and the fact that he was really good with his fingers. And his mouth. And his cock.
MyGod, his cock.
“Are you too mad at me to fuck me?” I asked.
He sat back on his heels, hooking my legs over his own and spreading them as he ran the head of his cock through my slit. “I’ll never be too anything to fuck you.”
“Does that mean you’ll give it to me whenever I want?”
“Just say the word, and I’ll slide inside this sweet pussy anytime you want.”
“Word.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up, and he notched his cock at my entrance, slipping the barest inch inside. Every thrust stretched me a bit more, my pussy greedy for him to fill me like only he could. He teased us both with shallow thrusts and brought my left leg up, resting my foot on his shoulder. Running his hand up and down my calf, he split his focus between my face and where he was disappearing inside me, pushing in a little more with each thrust but never giving me what I wanted. What I needed.
Groaning, I reached down, digging my fingernails into his thighs. “Beck.”
“Sunshine.” Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he turned his head and brushed his lips along my ankle while he caressed my calf, light, barely there touches. So soft and gentle, and not at all what I needed right now. I wanted him filling me up, stretching me to the brink until he was all I could feel, all I could think about, all I could—
He thrust deep, sinking his teeth into my skin and pulling a moan straight from my soul. “Fuck,” he said on an exhale, staring down at where he sank all the way inside me, my pussy stretched tight around him. “How can you feel so goddamn good every time?”
I shook my head, knowing exactly what he meant but too lost in the sensations he evoked in me to speak any of that aloud. All I could manage were gasps and moans as he filled me up over and over again, his cock stretching me with every thrust.
He cupped my ankle with one hand and splayed the other on my lower stomach, his fingers spread as he circled my clit with his thumb. “Look at you,” he said, his voice a low rumble against my skin. One I felt all the way to my bones. “That pretty pussy’s wrapped so tight around my cock, taking me all the way in.”
I moaned at his words, at the soft touch of his fingers on me, tracing around where I was stretched open around him. Light, scarce touches that did absolutely nothing but drive me out of my mind.
“Beck, I need…” I exhaled a sharp breath, lost in the feel of him.
“What?” he asked, his fingers a whisper against me, his thrusts slow and deep. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“More,” I breathed, curling my fingers into his thighs.
“Show me.” He flipped us then, rolling us until he was beneath me and I sank down fully onto his cock.
“God,” I choked out, barely able to make even that single word. Bracing my hands against his chest, I tipped my head back and groaned as he filled me completely, our bodies meshing in a way I’d never experienced before. I closed my eyes and circled my hips, gasping when my clit brushed against him, sending a zing of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it, sunshine. Rub that pretty little clit against me. Use my cock however you need, baby.”
I rested against his bent knees and rocked back and forth over him, unable to look away from his face. His hair was mussed—from sleep and my fingers—lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded as he split his attention between my face and where I took him all the way inside me.
“Jesus,” he rasped, eyes heated as he brushed a thumb over my clit. “You’re taking me so good, baby. So fucking good.”
He was so deep this way, it was hard to know where I ended and he began. And as much as I loved this slow rock…staring down at him as he looked up at me with awe and something I couldn’t quite name in his eyes, it wasn’t enough. I needed him in charge, needed him guiding me,fuckingme.
