I stop my ministrations, leaning close to her ear. “Since you asked so nicely.”
She shudders as my breath caresses her ear, and I take that moment to slip my hand between us and into her oversized sweatpants.
“Fuck, baby, are you not wearing any underwear?”
She shakes her head, a wicked smile pulling across her face. “They were freezing.”
I am never washing these pants again.
I work two fingers over her clit, dipping them into her wet pussy to get the slickness I need. She’s tight and warm, and I barely hold back from stripping her naked and taking her hard and fast.
But I don’t know if that works for her, and I need her to come before I take her the way I want to. Because once I’m in her tight heat, there’s no way I’m going to have enough blood flow to my brain to make sure she comes first.
While stroking the inside of her channel with a finger, I work her clit with my thumb. She moves against me, soft moans slipping past her lips.
Her eyes lose focus, and her head drops back onto the couch as her body arches against me.
“Eyes on me,” I say, a jolt of pleasure racing through me as her dazed icy blues meet my gaze.
“Please, Beckett. Please,” she moans, her hips speeding up their search.
“That’s right. Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
I keep talking to her, telling her how perfect she is, as I slip another finger inside her, finding that rough spot and pressing with the pads of both fingers. At the same time, I increase the pace on her clit slightly, and from the low “fuck” she releases, I know she’s close.
With a sweeping press of my fingers inside her, she comes apart, squeezing me as her body pulses with pleasure.
As she comes down, I kiss her cheeks, her neck, her chest. “Look at you. You’re amazing. I’ve never seen anything as perfect.”
She takes a deep breath before meeting my eyes. “Fuck. That was… wow.”
I slide my fingers out of the front of her sweatpants, holding her gaze as I suck them into my mouth.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I say before licking my lips to ensure I don’t miss a drop.
Chapter 31
Finley
Mystardefensemanjustmade me come on his couch.
And somehow, that wasn’t the best part.
Beckett Kane is a talker. And the way he offers praise constantly is like a balm to my frozen heart. I can barely come up with words to describe the out-of-body reaction I just experienced.
Now all I want to do is to take him into his bedroom and return the favor.
Beckett lightly presses his lips to mine, and it’s like my soul is curling up in its favorite chair. It’s the feeling I get when I’m skating on freshly Zamboni’d ice—smooth and clear, more like home than any dwelling ever has felt.
He shifts slightly, slipping between me and the couch, and wrapping his arms around me. His erection juts into my hip, a very prominent reminder that I was the only one who found my pleasure. Suddenly, I’m ready for round two.
I move, angling my body so there is enough space between us to allow my hand to slip inside his sweats.
“That was amazing,” I say, stroking his long length.
“Fin,” he groans. “Fuck.”
“Let me,” I plead, trying to wiggle my way lower on the couch.
