“That’s better,” he murmured, trailing his fingers over my bare pussy. “We should just make a no clothing rule inside the apartment.”
His index finger slid inside me, and I gasped. “I’m okay with this rule. It’s a good rule.” A small whimper escaped my throat as he added his middle finger and delved deeper. “It’s also a rule you’re already breaking, Sebastian Roman Beckett.”
He gave me a wicked grin and seconds later his boxers had joined my ruined panties somewhere across the kitchen. Good riddance, I say.
“Fuck me,” I groaned, taking his hard cock in my hand and caressing his velvet smooth skin.
“That was the plan,” he joked, gently biting the flesh of my shoulder then kissing the side of my neck.
I gasped as he grabbed my earlobe between his teeth, sucking at it and sending all kinds of tingles shooting straight back down to my aching core. It was official. My brain had turned into a sex induced mush pile.
Wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, I pulled Beck closer, guiding him into the right position then pushing my hips forward impatiently. “Please, Sebastian,” I begged, desperate to feel him inside me. “I need you. Please, baby, fuck me.”
For a second, he had that evil look in his eye that suggested he wanted to tease me more, but another wiggle of my hips saw his resolve crumble, and he thrust deep.
The force of his hips meeting mine pushed me back a little on the countertop and I needed to release my grip on Beck’s neck. Instead I dropped my hands to grip the edge of the polished marble counter as I spread my knees wider and let him in farther.
“Holy shit, Butterfly,” he panted, pausing with his forehead against mine for a second then kissing me hard enough to leave my lips swollen and tingling. “Hold on, baby.”
It was all the warning I got as he gripped my ass in his hands, yanking me right to the edge of the counter and then fucking me hard and fast.Exactlyhow I needed it.
“Oh my god, yes,” I cried out at some stage when he didsomethingwith his hips and an orgasm crashed over me without any freaking warning at all. It took me so much by surprise that my grip on the counter slipped and we both would have probably ended up on the floor if I hadn’t flailed and grabbed back on fast.
Still, the back of my hand clipped the coffee pot and it hit the ground with a loud smash.
Fuck it. Who needed coffee when you could wake up with multiple orgasms from Beck’s magic dick?
He snickered as I screamed my way through two more orgasms and muttered some smart-ass remark about how he’d warned me to hold on. I don’t know. I’d lost all sense of sight and sound at some point when he’d found my G-spot and clit simultaneously.
Eventually—in time with maybe my fourth orgasm—he found his own release, grunting and panting as he pumped into me.
For a long damn time, the only sounds in the kitchen were our intertwined heavy breathing and the pounding of my own pulse inside my head.
Head back against the high cabinets in the kitchen, I sucked in air as fast I could, trying to get my breath back. “You’re going to kill me,” I said, wheezing between each word. “Like … I swear to fucking god one day my heart will stop mid-orgasm.”
Leaning forward, Beck buried his head into my shoulder and neck, breathing me in, his body still hard inside of mine. He’d come, but I knew Beck could go again almost instantly. Was his superpower, for sure.
A knock on the door had a low rumble escaping from him, and he straightened. I groaned as he stepped back. My body was aching in a dozen delicious places, but apparently, we needed to answer the door first before any more fucking was to occur.
“In the bathroom, Butterfly,” Beck said, leaving the kitchen for a minute to grab sweats before striding back out. I watched his bare, retreating back, and my pussy clenched again. Fucker was too goddamn sexy. Pants riding low, Vee visible, bronze muscles everywhere.
Knowing he was commando under those sweats had me desperate to rip them off, but he was already moving to the door.
I sighed, and wiggled to get down, closing the bathroom door just as Beck opened ours. “What?” I heard him say.
I cleaned up the best I could, actually remembering this time to throw the towel in the hamper. As I passed the mirror, I caught sight of the marks across my skin. I was healing, but it was slow. At least most of the pain was gone now.
I went to leave, pausing at Beck propped in the doorway. He was watching me, an expression I couldn’t read on his face. “Who was at the door?” I asked.
A few more steps and I was in front of him. “Dylan.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my shoulder before more kisses across my neck and along my jaw. He finished with my lips. Long, soul-destroying kisses, that had me forgetting everything.
“Don’t let her take this from us,” I all but begged, melancholy hitting me unexpectedly. “We need to fight to the death to keep this, Sebastian.”
His hug was immediate. “We will fight, baby. We will fight and fucking win.”
His confidence fueled my own, and when he released me, I strolled past into my closet. Second attempt at getting dressed today.
