“You,” I pant.
“No, Cam. Tell me more. Tell meexactlywhat you want from me.”
Holy fuck.
“I want to hear every filthy word you have in that gorgeous head of yours. Every dirty thought you’ve ever had. I’m going to bring them to life. But first, you have to tell me.” He rocks into me again.
“Beckett, I just want… Oh fuck, I need…” My mind is a blank. Yet it’s simultaneously filled with swirling images that creep up from the deep, dark recesses. Fantasies I’ve buried and ignored. Fantasies that involve him.
“I need your mouth,” I manage to gasp, focusing on those very lips that are currently mere inches away from me. I surge up against his hold, lifting my head to capture them in a kiss. My teeth tug on his lower lip as we lose ourselves to the overwhelming sensation of finally giving in to something that really was inevitable.
My legs lift up to wrap around him, pinning him in the cradle of my hips. There’s fabric between me and what I want. Too much fucking fabric.
It’s obvious Beckett has the same thought as me because he rears back, those golden-brown eyes of his burning with an intensity I’ve never seen in them before.
“Keep those hands there, babe,” he rasps, finally letting go of my hands. I greedily drink in the sight of him stripping off his boxers, getting my first look at his cock. Fuck, it’s just as hot as I knew it would be — long, curved, and weeping at the tip. My mouth waters. But when my hands lower, intent on wrapping around that length and bringing it to my mouth, I find myself firmly pushed back.
“I said keep your hands up,” Beckett growls.
A sound somewhere between a pant and a whine escapes me. But I’ll play along. Something tells me this dirty side of Beckett is going to make it worthwhile.
Achingly slowly, he lifts the hem of my tank top up and over my head. When I’m free of it, and see him staring down at me, something in his expression makes my heart skip a beat. There’s a lot more than just lust there.
“Fucking beautiful,” he mutters, almost to himself. He leans down, his hands cupping my small breasts in an almost reverent way. “I fucking knew you’d be beautiful everywhere.” He places a kiss to each breast, and it’s sweet. It’s a hint at the Beckett I‘m used to. It’s proof that he’s still there, but now his dirtier, darker side has come out to play.
And good God, am I excited about that.
His head lifts from my chest, and I watch him take in the sight of me stretched out, my hands overhead, my flushed cheeks, bare torso, and the rest of me that I’m really fucking hoping he’s about to undress.
“Beckett, please,” I moan, desperate to move on to the next stage of the sexy game we’re playing.
“You’re just going to have to be patient, babe.” His smirk is devilishly dirty. “I’ve waited years for this. No goddamn way am I rushing a second of it. You said you wanted my mouth. Tell me where you want it.”
He sits up, straddling my still clothed hips. His hand reaches down and starts to lazily stroke his cock. That same cock I so desperately want in my mouth.
But I did tell him I wantedhismouth.
A delicious idea comes to me. One of those fantasies he managed to get me to unearth from my mind.
“I want to suck your dick while you devour me.”
I’ve never shied away from using my words during sex, but even I’m taken aback by my boldness. It seems to be exactly what Beckett was wanting, however, given the way he groans. The smirk he gives me is sinful and dirty. But it’s the three words he says next that ignite an inferno inside of me. Three words he’s said countless times over our friendship, but never in this context.
“As you wish.”
His weight is lifted off me, and I can’t hold back a sound of protest. But I get over it quickly when his next move is to yank my sleep shorts down.
The next thing I know, our positions are switched again, and Beckett is manhandling me like I’m a doll, turning me so that I’m straddling his face. But what shocks the hell out of me in the best possible way is his hand smacking my ass.
“Give me that sweet pussy, babe. I’m hungry.”
Chapter nineteen
Cam
The second his hand lands on my skin, I cry out at the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure.
Crack.He slaps the other cheek, then his mouth replaces his hand and he’s kissing the globes, kneading my flesh as his tongue swirls in circles closer and closer to where I want him. I arch back, and his low, dark chuckle brings a needy moan out of me.
