While he stared at me, I looked my fill of him. Without his shirt, and wearing only a pair of jeans, he looked like he’d walked straight off a Calvin Klein photoshoot. If Calvin was into the dark, dangerous, bad boy look. Actually, who fucking cared if Calvin liked it. Riley sure as shit did.
My tongue dragged across my lower lip as I watched his hands fall to his waistband, his fingers working his fly undone, and then the denim dropped to the ground. He still wore black boxer-briefs but they weren’t leaving much to the imagination.
The awe must have been as plain as day on my face, because that asshole smirked and grasped hisimpressivelength through the fabric.
“Birth control?” he asked me in such a casual tone I could have sworn he just asked if I preferred hard or soft cheese.
“Excuse me?” I spluttered.
His smirk spread wider. “Are you on birth control, Butterfly? Although given that response I think I can guess the answer.”
Half pissed off at his cocky attitude and half shocked that he’d even thought to ask, I just shook my head. “No.” I cleared my throat. “I broke up with my ex months ago and with everything since my parents...” I took a deep breath, swallowing past the painful words then just shook my head again. “Taking the pill just hasn’t been on my radar.”
Beck just nodded, like it really didn’t bother him either way. He stepped over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a handful of foil wrapped packets and tossing all but one of them onto the bedside table.
“Uh...” I eyed the extras with interest, then raised a brow at him. I was propped up on my elbows now, but still seriously in a bad position for sass. “Expecting company?” I asked with a small laugh. I’d been joking, but something triggered a dark, dirty part of my brain which I quickly stifled.
Beck took his time before answering. He held my gaze as he stripped off his boxer-briefs and rolled on the condom—almost like he was daring me to break eye contacts and ogle his junk.
I mean, obviously the second he glanced away I took a long,hardlook. It’s what any female would do in my position.
The mattress dipped as he knelt on it, nudging my legs wider so that he could take the space between them. Space I was all too damn willing to relinquish to him—and his ogle-worthy erection.
Instead of just pouncing on me and jabbing around with his dick until he found the right hole—thanks Nathan for that experience—Beck took his damn time, kissing me like I was his queen, tangling his tongue with mine and imprinting the memory of his lips into my brain as sure as carving it in stone.
Right when I feared I’d come just from his damn kissing—I was starting to think his tongue was scary talented—his fingers ventured south of the border. Not that I needed any further prepping thanks to the mind-blowing orgasm he’d already delivered, but he still stroked his fingers in and out of me a few times before replacing them with the broad tip of his cock.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned in encouragement, tilting my hips up and silently begging for more. He was teasing me, and he damn well knew it.
“I think I’d like to hear you beg, Butterfly,” he murmured in that husky, seductive voice that should have been illegal. “I think I’d enjoy hearing you tell me what you want.” Only his tip was inside me, which showed a level of self-restraint that was so typically Beck.
“Sebastian,” I growled, turned right the fuck on and also stubborn as hell. “I’m not playing your bullshit games. I’m not going to lie here and beg you to fuck me. I won’t ask you to sink the rest of that gorgeous cock inside me, to fuck me hard, fast and deep until I’m hoarse from screaming your name. I certainly won’t ask you to flip me over and fuck me from behind while you pull my hair and whisper in my ear with that orgasmic voice of yours. I simply,won’tdo it.” I grinned as I said this, watching his pupils dilate with a need equal only to my own. My words pushed him over the edge of control, and I knew we were done playing games.
Slowly, deliberately, he sank deeper inside me as he held my gaze prisoner with his hooded eyes. One hand cupped my cheek, and for a moment, I felt like I was seeing the real version of him. The one with hopes and dreams, with softness and light inside him. The one who desperately wanted—needed—to be loved. But as soon as I saw it, it was gone.
He broke our intense stare down as he became fully sheathed within me and I groaned with satisfaction. Satisfaction and pure need.
“You know what to do,” I teased, whispering in his ear as he paused with his forehead against my neck.
His head raised back up, and that vulnerable version of him was gone like it had never existed. Sebastian Roman Beckett, king of Ducis Academy, lead heir to a global corporation, and all round playboy asshole was back. And more than ready to deliver on what I’dnotbegged for.
By the time I screamed my way into my second orgasm, I was already questioning my own sanity. Not for the obvious—why the fuck I was screwing this dickhead who was making my life into an invisible prison—but for the fact that I was never going to get over this. How in the fuck was I going to be able to date “regular” guys after experiencing all that Beck had to offer?
Ugh. I was so screwed. Literally and figuratively.
Beck didn’t even wait for me to finish riding out the aftershocks this time. Instead his strong hands grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over. His grip dragged my ass straight up in the air while I scrambled for balance, and he thrust straight back into my tight, spasming pussy.
“Fucking shit, Butterfly,” he groaned, pausing for just a second and allowing me to find a comfortable way to balance without hurting my broken arm. “Every now and then,” he murmured, so quietly I wondered if he was talking to himself, “I think Catherine brought you here to test me.”
His hands gripped my hips so hard I knew I’d have even more bruises in the morning. I fucking loved it. I still rode the lingering shocks of my last orgasm, and he was already fucking me hard and fast, his skin slapping against me with a delicious smacking sound that I never wanted to forget while his breathing grew ragged.
Beck released one of my hips, reaching forward and gathering my long hair in his fist before yanking my head back to an angle that danced the line between pleasure and pain.Exactlywhere I loved it and exactly where my vanilla ex, Nathan, had been too scared to go.
“If you really are a test,” Beck growled, his pace increasing in speed and force. “It’s one I’ll happily fail.”
My center was already throbbing and clenching, warning me of a third impending climax—a serious record in my book and not something to scoff at—even as Beck released my hair and slipped his hand under me to toy with my clit.
This time when I came, my screams harmonized with Beck’s panting groans as he joined me in sheer ecstasy.
