“Tell me one,” I whisper. “Tell me something you’re thinking about right now.”
Beck’s eyes flash with a bit of surprise as they flick over to the window before locking back with mine. “I’m thinking that bench seems to be the perfect height for me to get down on my knees and eat that pussy of yours.”
His words play out in my head and dammit if it doesn’t make my stance a little unsteady.
“Thinking about it too, aren’t you?” Beck leans in closer. I don’t have to nod or speak for him to know that’s exactly what I’m thinking. “I’ll tell you what, we don’t even have to go full benefits deal. Consider it a trial.”
“Reagan’s coming back, remember?” I say, more for the disclaimer. Right now, that thought isn’t a deal breaker.
Beck leans in with a shrug. “She said ten-ish minutes, we’ve maybe been here for five, and really, I only need two.”
“Always so cocky.” Itsk.
Beck’s arms wrap around my waist with this possessive grip. “Never claimed not to be. So, what are you thinking now, Killer? Do you want to look over at that bench every day and be reminded of the orgasm I gave you?”
I could regret this. With that point in mind it should be a turn off, considering this arrangement isn’t long-term… My eyes trail down from his eyes marking every freckle before locking on to his lips.
I can’t kiss him, that’s my limit, but I need to feel them.
“Fuck it, you better make it a good one then.”
It takes maybe a second for my consent to register and Beck snaps. His arms tighten as he carries me back four steps until I feel the edge of the bench on the back of my knees.
“You sure about this?” Beck whispers.
“Don’t ask me that.” With one last rational thought, I turn around and pull the boring curtains closed then spin back to him. “Just make it worth it.”
Throwing our jackets to the side, I quickly kick off my boots while Beck undoes my jeans. He sinks down to his knees as he pulls them down. God, he looks so hot right now.
He looks up at me. “Sit down.”
The command sends a thrill up my spine. Hell, I might not last two minutes.
Sitting, Beck brings my knees together to bring me closer to the edge, then peels my pants the rest of the way off.
His fingers glide lightly over the ink on my upper thighs. “I think about the tattoos of yours I haven’t seen constantly.”
“There’s more if you’re a good boy. Maybe you’ll see themandthe piercings I have.”
Beck spreads my knees wide. “I think you know I love being a good boy.” He takes his glasses off and sets them to the side. “A good boy with a healthy appetite.”
Beck flattens his tongue as he licks up my center. My head tilts back with his name on the tip of my tongue but it’s drowned out by his moan.
He laps me up and down again, each time paired with a whimper like I’m the best meal he’s ever tasted. I lean back farther, resting on my hands and using the ledge of the window to hold me up.
“Beckham,” I moan as he consumes me.
His head starts to turn as he explores different angles with his mouth—taking careful note of the ones that earn more of a reaction out of me.
When he bites at my clit then licks me through the shock, I know I’m done for. I need more of this. The goal might be to get this out of our system, but first I need to inject him into my veins. I want to feel this man everywhere.
Beck’s hands grip on to my hips and just as he starts to flick his tongue up and down my clit rapidly, he makes my hips move.Gliding me back and forth so my body is in perfect tandem with his mouth.
“Fuck, Beck!” Tremors practically light up my body and every part of me wants to move on my own but I’m completely at his mercy.
His moans seem to match mine and it only makes it hotter. My breath quickens, turning very audible as he continues to rock me back and forth.
“Feels…so…good,” I mutter at each hit of his tongue.
