Chapter 6
Hennessy
My legs are still shaking as Beckham leads me through the hallway, his hand pressed firmly against the small of my back. Each step makes me intensely aware of the tie nestled inside me, shifting slightly with my movements. I can feel his cum, hot and thick, held in place by the makeshift plug.
Holy fuck. I've never felt so thoroughly claimed in my life.
“Jesus,” I whisper, pausing to steady myself against the wall. The sensation is overwhelming—being stretched, filled, owned.
“Problem?” Beckham asks, his voice low and rough. I can hear the smug satisfaction dripping from that single word.
“You know exactly what the problem is,” I mutter, clenching around the silk inside me. The pressure sends sparks shooting up my spine. “How am I supposed to walk like this?”
His lips brush against my ear, his beard tickling my skin. “You wanted my attention. Now you've got it.”
The hallway seems endless, each step a delicious torture. The tie slides deeper with one movement, then tugs tantalizingly with the next. My pussy is still throbbing, sensitive and swollen from the pounding he gave me, and I can feel a fresh rush of wetness at the memory of his possessive words.
The thought of walking around with his inside me, plugged up and kept there like his own personal cum dump, makes me clench around the fabric. I never knew I could be so turned on by something so filthy, so primal.
“I can feel you squeezing around it,” he says, his fingers digging into my hip as he guides me around a corner. “Such a good girl, keeping all of me inside you.”
I bite my lip to hold back a moan. “Fuck, Beckham. The things you do to me.”
His jealousy in the bar, the way he snapped when he saw Connors touching me—I've never felt so wanted, so desired. He couldn't control himself. The great Beckham Kingston, always so disciplined, completely lost it over me.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his eyes dark as they scan my face.
“How fucking hot it was when you got all caveman possessive,” I admit, watching his pupils dilate. “You completely snapped. Overme.”
His jaw tightens, and for a moment I think he might drag me into another empty room for round two. But we've reached my door now, and he just watches as I fumble with my keycard. He takes it from me since I can’t steady my hand.
The door clicks open, and I step inside, turning to face him. He remains in the hallway, his massiveframe filling the doorway but not crossing the threshold. I quirk an eyebrow at him, silently asking if he's coming in.
He shakes his head, his expression unreadable. “Goodnight, Miss Vega.”
What the actual fuck? After everything we just did, he's back to “Miss Vega”?
I narrow my eyes, annoyed and confused. Fine. Two can play this game.
“Goodnight, Coach King,” I respond coolly, then shut the door in his face.
I lean against the closed door, listening for his footsteps. They don't come immediately. He's still there, and then they start to fade down the hallway. My hand drifts to my lower belly and I push slightly just to feel the slight pressure there.
I push off the door and walk unsteadily to the bathroom, each step sending shivers through me as the silk shifts inside. The bathroom lights flicker on automatically, harsh fluorescents making me squint as I confront my reflection.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
My lips are swollen and red, my hair a tangled mess from where he gripped it. There's a small mark forming at the base of my throat where his teeth grazed my skin. I look thoroughly fucked, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
I reach up and remove my gold hoops one by one, setting them on the counter with a soft clink. My necklace follows, the clasp giving me trouble with my still-trembling fingers. Makeup wipes next—I drag one across my face, watching as my smoky eye dissolves into smudges of black and gray. Another wipe takes care of my lipstick, revealing the natural pink beneath that he bit and sucked raw.
Reaching behind me, I slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall in a puddle around my feet. I'm left in just my bra. Mypanties are gone—ripped off and probably stuffed in his pocket like a trophy.
The thought makes me clench again.
I unhook my bra and toss it aside, standing completely naked. I turn to the side, running my hands over my body, imagining they're his. My nipples harden under my touch, still sensitive from where he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.
“Fuck,” I breathe, one hand sliding down my stomach to where the tie disappears inside me.
