“Been on top,” she murmurs quietly. “I don’t know how—I only…I—”
I shush her with a kiss she seems all too eager for, and it makes my dick jump between us. Beth’s hips rock subtly and unconsciously in response, and fuck if that doesn’t start the cycle over again.
I pull away, breathless. “Your body knows how, Bea,” I exhale against her lips. “You’re already doing it. We just need to get me inside you.”
Beth nods. I grip myself at the base, holding myself steady as I lift her over me. Beth meets my gaze as if looking for something, but all I have to offer is encouragement and, well, fucking desperation at this point, but she bites her lip with concentration as she moves her hips into place. I lower her over me, slowly, filling her tight heat in progressive, long strokes until I bottom out inside her, her knees braced on either side of my hips, her hands clutching my shoulders for dear life.
I guide her hips over me. “See?” I rasp out, “just like dancing.”
’The fuck. Did I. Just say?
But Beth’s eyelids hang low, her lashes casting shadows over those gorgeous, needy blues, her teeth threatening to tear through that fucking lip, so I kiss it. She releases it only for me to catch it between mine, and then I’m licking and sucking at the perfect bow of her mouth, as I raise and lower her over my raging hard-on.
It feels too good. It looks too good. It’s all just too motherfucking good.
Her perfect round tits fill my vision, and I make a beeline for her small, pink nipples, my mouth and tongue working her breasts until she’s meeting me thrust for thrust, fighting to hold back her sweet little sighs, and I feel compelled to pull back and watch her as she lets herself go.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and she grinds her hips into mine at the same moment I pump them—and my throbbing, swollen cock—up hard inside her, over and over, faster and deeper each time.
I drop my forehead down to Beth’s, bringing my hand to her jaw, stroking her cheek with my thumb before sliding my hand down to the base of her throat. I wrap my palm around the back of her neck, pressing my thumb to her pulse so I can feel everything she can. Her heart beats a rhythm like a hip-hop song, fast and violent, echoing mine as I fuck her to its beat from below.
“How is this fair, huh?” I growl right into her ear. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off this tempting fucking body?”
I could come right now. I have to fight not to, and vaguely I wonder what it is that’s making this so goddamned incredible. There isn’t anything exceptional about the act itself, or our position, but there is something exceptional about the way Beth looks in it—the way she fucking feels—and I realize it must be the forbidden aspect of it all.
Yes. That’s what this is. Cap declaring her off limits. Years of pent-up attraction and frustration. Star-crossed lust. Like the thirteen-year-old brats Shakespeare wrote about all those years ago, who probably wouldn’t have had to fucking kill themselves if their families’ feud didn’t heighten the excitement of it all—who probably would have just hooked up a few times instead, before losing interest and moving on with their long, boring lives.
This arrangement with Beth is actually probably a good thing. A smart one. One that will make everything easier in the long run. We can get the benefits out of our system now, and then move on as the friends we’re meant to be.
“David,” she breathes, and I almost blow right there.
I need to hear more of it, and I reach between us with my free hand and rub her right above where I penetrate her, and even though I meant to please her, feeling myself pumping inside her has me dangerously close.
“How am I supposed to stay the fuck away when you ride my dick like you fucking own it?” I grit out between hard thrusts.
Beth lets out a breathy moan, and suddenly I’m a man with only one urgent and desperate mission—feeling the most incredible pussy I’ve ever experienced coming around me.
I rub small circles at her center, gripping her hip with my free hand to yank her down onto me faster and faster, until she’s holding her breath between erratic bursts of exhales, her brows pinched together in some kind of carnal concentration as her body grips and chokes my cock like it’s trying to keep me inside—to suck me even deeper.
My eyes roll back in agonizing pleasure a split second before I feel Beth explode around me just as surely as “David!” rips from her swollen lips.
It’s nothing short of a miracle—mixed with sheer determination and will—when I manage to hold out through those suffocating spasms and cum-coaxing moans.
Because I’m not ready for this to be over yet—even for a moment. I need more of her. I need more from her. Namely, more orgasms, more moaning, more of my fucking name. And I’m feeling particularly greedy when it comes to those needs right now.
I keep myself buried deep, holding Beth painstakingly still until it’s safe, and then I fold an arm around her back, the other gripping her sweet ass as I stand and take her with me. Her legs wrap around me all on their own, her ankles locking at the base of my spine, and, with a sick kind of pride, I want to tell her it’s because she knows it’s where they belong.
For now, I remind myself as my mouth takes hers in brutal kisses, my tongue pausing its onslaught just long enough to whisper how incredible she feels as I blindly stagger us to the bedroom.
As we fall to the bed in a mess of lips and limbs, and sounds that blend together in chords of unabashed pleasure, all thought shuts down entirely. I focus instead on sensation. And on my mission—which has recently become drawing as many moans as I possibly can from her.
Game fucking on.
Chapter Twenty-one
David
It isn’t until hours later, when I have her held up in my arms, naked, sated, and sleepy enough that I’m not even sure she’s still awake, that we start talking about anything other than sex. Not that I mind, it being one of my favorite subjects and all. Beth is inexperienced, but curious, and every orgasm she has seems to fuel that curiosity as much as satisfy it.
