He smiled at me in the dark. “You’ll have to wait, because I have plans for you.”
Then, before I knew it, he was kissing me again and pushing me down on the bed. I went willingly, opening up my legs to let him crawl between them.
One hand curved over my breast, squeezing softly. I arched into his touch as his other hand rested over my other breast. He squeezed my breasts softly, pushing them together, pulling them apart. His fingers brushed against my pointed nipples.
I squirmed, wet and hot for him. “Beck…” I would have said more, but the words fled from my mind as one hand let go of my tit and started to move southward.
“Yes,” I moaned, hooking my own arm around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
As our lips met, his fingers traced over my pussy lips. I groaned slightly, spreading wide for him, and leaving no guesswork about what I wanted most at that moment. Beck’s smile was satisfied and just a hint predatory. Seeing it made my pussy ache.
His fingers went to work, finding my clit and rubbing it—stimulating the nerves in the perfect rhythm. A hot wash of heat rose inside me, more and more intense. I moaned aloud, my hips circling up to increase the pleasure.
“Good?” he asked slyly.
“It’s good, I… I want more. I want your tongue.” I gasped. Yes, I could have come like this, but the idea of his head between my legs was so hot I couldn’t take it.
Beck smirked. “I like listening to you beg.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips and then shuffled downward.
Yes, I thought, tipping my head back to the pillow, opening wider for him. Stroking me once more, Beck dipped his head down.
Fuck, his tongue was going to be right there!
His fingers pushed my pussy lips to the sides, and the first swipe of his tongue over my clit… oh, it was everything I wanted and more, exactly the pressure and sensation that I craved.
I moaned louder. I couldn’t help it. He licked me fast and hard, not bothering to tease and play this out.
He wanted me to come, and I was helpless to do anything but enjoy the ride.
“I’m… I’m close…” I warned.
In answer, he pressed in close to me and hummed. The added vibration, the play of his tongue against my engorged, excited clit… it tipped me over the edge.
I came, moaning his name.
I closed my eyes, still panting as I lay sprawled on the bed.
“That was so much better than any cupcake.”
“I needto stop late-night eating and drinking,” I said blearily when the sun shone through my window.
I sat up, the blanket falling off me. What had I eaten last night?
The stay was twisted around me. As I pulled it off, I remembered—Beck was the one who had eaten me. The memory came flooding back, and the heat flooded between my legs.
I remembered himtheredoingthatwith his tongue, making me come again and again, until I had passed out asleep.
That was probably not what Maeve had meant by sealing the deal. If Cressida was after Beck, I needed to up my game. Falling asleep halfway through a steamy boink session was not a good look.
Better do it this morning.
My pussy thought that was a very good idea.
But when I went to look for Beck, his bag was gone. I checked my phone to see an unread text message from him.
Beck:Took the girls to Svensson Investment. Have a meeting there this morning.
I texted him back.
