My brows furrowed. “You did? With what?”
His head moved back and forth again, and he came even closer. “That’s not real important right now, Park.” His gaze moved down my body, slow and hungry. “Fuck, Parker. You’re—” His lips formed a thin line before he wiped a hand down his face.
“This is too much, isn't it?”
His head shook more frantically now and he closed the distance between us, clasping my hands in his own. “Not at all. You’ve just got me a little speechless.”
That had a weight lifting off my chest, and I tilted my head back a little more as some of the shyness left me. “Really?”
He let out an incredulous chuckle. “Really.”
That ravenous look in his eyes and the way I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, pressing against my bare thigh, had me shoving away all traces of my insecurities. My hands landed on his chest and I lightly shoved him backward until his ass hit the edge of the dresser. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as I gathered his shirt in my fists.
I tugged it upward, his hat falling to the dresser as I pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. With it slung tothe floor behind me, I dropped to my knees and began working at his belt.
He started to unclasp the top of his chaps, but I set my hand over his, stopping him. “Leave those on.”
He braced his hands on the lip of the dresser behind him, letting me continue.
I unzipped the outer zippers, then got to work. Once I had his boots, socks, jeans, and underwear off, I looked up. He was looming over me in only his chaps while I slowly slid the zipper back up his legs. The tip of his cock was glistening, and I stuck my tongue out, lapping up the precum beading there.
Beckham hissed in a breath, fingers digging into the wood. “Your tongue is going to be my undoing, baby.”
“What do you mean?” I feigned innocence, batting my eyelashes before dragging my tongue up the length of his cock.
He tossed his head back, veins bulging in his arms as he worked to restrain himself. “You’re going to make me explain?”
“Please do.”
His hand moved, tangling in my hair as he met my eyes. “How you lick me.” His other hand cupped my chin, thumb moving over my jaw to tug down my bottom lip. I popped open my mouth and he slid it in, pressing down on my tongue. “How you show me I’m yours. How you lap up every last drop of me and are always hungry for more.”
His thumb stroked down the length of my tongue until it reached the end. With my hand wrapped aroundhis cock, I lined the tip up beside his hand, resting it on my taste buds. He moved his thumb to the head of his cock, pressing down on it as he slid past my lips. Saliva pooled in my mouth and I opened my lips wider, needing him deeper.
Beckham watched intently as he gripped the base and slid in and out of my mouth. After a few thrusts, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard. He sucked in a breath, quickly pulling out and reaching for me.
He hauled me up by my armpits and spun us around so that my ass was planted on the dresser and he was between my legs. I braced my hands behind me, fingers brushing his discarded hat. I grabbed it, placing it back on his head. His hand trailed down my outer thigh until it hooked under my knee, hiking my leg up around his hip. My back arched as he weaved his fingers into the hair at the base of my neck and tilted my head.
He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth. He hooked his fingers in the straps of my panties before tugging them off me. They slipped down my ankles, falling to the floor at his feet.
With his hand hooked under my knee again, he tugged me closer to the edge until we were lined up perfectly.
I reached between us, gripping his cock while running the tip along my clit. My moan was earth-shattering in the midst of our heavy breathing.
“You like when my cock rubs your needy little clit, don’t you?” Beckham murmured into my mouth.
A whimper was my only response.
He ran his hand down my front until he replaced my hand on his cock with his own. It took no time at all for him to slide inside of me. I nearly fell apart right then, my body wound so tight at the sight of him in only his chaps and hat. I was just as feral for him as he was for me.
He held me steady, both hands hooked behind my knees now as he drilled into me over and over again. With each thrust, his chain bounced against his now-glistening chest.
I kept one hand braced behind me to keep me upright, and the other tangled in his chain before looping around the back of his neck to tug his mouth down to mine.
As we kissed, he plucked his hat off and set it on my head. He tugged me a little closer, the angle making the head of his cock hit that blissful spot inside of me. Our mouths parted as my head tilted back, the way he ravished me taking over my strength. My core tightened as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin.
“Beckham,” I breathed, his name a plea and a curse.
“Let go for me, Parker. Show me how fucking wet I make you.” The rasp in his voice had me sucking in a breath.
