“Nope,” he replies, pulling me up. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He shakes his head before somehow managing to climb over me and stand without ever touching me. Such impressive control of his body. “Come on, Queenie. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way.” With his arms scooped under me, he lifts me and the comforter with ease.
I nuzzle into his neck as he walks me to his bedroom. “I like the sound of that.”
“Okay, princess.” He drops me onto the bed. “On your hands and knees.”
I glare up at him from my spot on his bed. “Not only are you demoting me from queen, but you’re also bossing me around?”
“Oh, Fin. You may be in charge elsewhere, but in my room, I’m the boss. Not to worry, though, I’ll still treat you like a queen.”
And damn, if that doesn’t make me even wetter than I already am.
Beckett’s eyes darken as I refuse to follow his order. “On. Your. Knees. Queenie.”
I shake my head, a thrill shooting through me at the anticipation of what he’ll do with my defiance.
The corner of his lip curls up. “Oh, baby. Wrong choice.”
He grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I let out an “oof” as my back hits the mattress, which quickly turns into a squeak as he easily pulls off the extra-large sweatpants he loaned me with a tug.
When he drops his face between my thighs, his tongue darts out, licking up my slit as his hands slide up the insides of my legs.
“I’m going to make you pay, Finley Blake,” he whispers against me.
“Fuck, Beckett,” I moan.
“This is what happens when you don’t listen, Fin.”
I grab his hair, getting him to look at me. “I don’t think you understand how punishment works.”
“Oh, trust me, you’re going to be begging me to stop soon.” He grins like a devil.
“Game on, handsome.”
He lowers his head again, running his nose along the inside of my leg from my upper thigh to the junction, getting just close enough to make me sweat before dropping his nose back to my other knee.
“God, you smell good,” he says as he works his way back up my leg, biting and licking as he nears the place I so desperately want him.
After only a few moments of teasing and praise, I’m starting to see how torturous this might be.
My hips thrust of their own accord as he nears my center for what has to be the hundredth time, and his low laugh sends a wave of warm heat against me.
I bite my lip, refusing to let out the moan that wants to escape. I play to win.
He takes a deep breath in as if I’m a fragrance people spend millions on and lets out a deep moan. “Maybe I’ll torture you tomorrow.”
With that, he spears his tongue into my center, his hand slipping between us to work my clit.
This was not what was supposed to be happening, but I can’t seem to care that he’s committed to worshipping my body. Hell, I’m not even surprised to learn that Beckett is a giver in bed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, quickly drawing near to the edge again.
Switching tactics, his tongue moves to my clit, and he slips two fingers inside of me, rubbing my inner wall how I like. I’m not sure whether he paid attention on the couch or if he’s just that good, but I can’t seem to care.
My pleasure builds, and as he continues to stroke me, he nibbles on my clit. “Come for me, Queenie.”
