Hands gripped my thighs and spread me wide, pushing my weak knees up and aside to make room. I let him maneuver me, wondering what sights were hidden beneath the sheets but too timid to look again. The mystery seemed to intensify everything, filling me with crippling anticipation as I lay there with my hands and stomach in knots.
I didn’t have to wait long.
That wet heat returned—his tongue—pressing in behind my sac and gliding downward in a slow, deliberate stroke. The slick trail he left behind made my skin twitch, every nerve tuned to the moment he reached my hole.
I couldn’t breathe. My body stretched so tight it felt like I might snap.
Beck would never hurt me. But he was very, very good at making meache.
His tongue circled my entrance, and I didn’t even recognize the sounds I was making. Breathy and near-bawling, tapering off when I filled my mouth at last, spearing two fingers inside and sucking.
Whimpering and whining through my nose, I was trapped in Beck’s unyielding grasp. At his mercy, or lack thereof, because he did not relent. He licked around again, wetting the hole and savoring the slick that leaked out.
When he entered me at last, the nimble tip of his tongue pushing through the ring of muscle, I couldn’t keep from sobbing.
Tears ran down the sides of my face and into my hair while he stretched me. Pushing deeper, then pulling out to lap at my rim over and over again. My eyes squeezed closed, and everything was black and sparkles and lust on top of lust on top of lust.
It was a banquet, a feast, and god… yes. Feed me.
A finger joined his tongue in the onslaught, curling deep, stroking places that made me cry out.
I drifted—weightless and unmoored—until Beck surged up and took me into his mouth again, snapping the thread that held me together.
Release crashed through me, violent and sudden. My hole clenched tight around his finger as it continued to invade, pressing that unbearable spot with ruthless precision. His lips sealed around me as he took my orgasm into his throat and swallowed every pulse.
When the covers finally peeled back, I was trembling, sniveling, and trying to breathe. I curled one arm across my chest, feeling too bare. Too raw.
Beck sat up and wiped his mouth, leaving nothingbehind but a satisfied smile. His golden eyes burned, lit from within.
My cock was spent and soft, but his remained hard, straining against his underwear.
He moved toward me, crawling up my body until our faces aligned. Gently, he took my wrist, pulled my hand from my mouth, and pressed it back to the mattress. Then he kissed me again, holding me there like I was his to keep.
I tasted myself on him. My fluids on his tongue, musky and bittersweet. He kissed and cradled me while I recovered from the elation of my high, nuzzling from my lips down to the hollow of my throat. When I could feel my legs again, I wrapped them around his waist. I remembered his hardness, his appetite put aside while he tended to mine.
He huffed a laugh. “Insatiable thing.”
“It’s just…” My head ducked shyly. “I want you to be full too.”
His lips pursed as he gazed down at me. “Oh, Beauty, I am. More than I have been in years.”
I believed him, but I felt the press of him between my thighs, hot and aching, and I wanted to give himsomething. I wanted to show him I could be more than a need to be fed or a problem to be fixed.
“You can still… fuck me, though,” I offered.
He shook his head. “I’ve taken enough. From the start, I’ve made this about me. I want tonight to be about you.”
It was a gift, and not the kind I could refuse. I stared up at him. My chest hurt, but not in a bad way.
His hand roamed down to my belly, palm pressing gently in. “Areyoufull, though? Was that enough?”
I nodded, lost for words because I’d spent my whole life starving.
But lying there with Beck, I finally understood.
This was the first time I’d ever had enough.
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