My head drops down, bumping the solid steel of his cock that is waiting for me. Propping myself on my forearms, I wrap one hand around his base, giving a small tug.
His tongue lands on my slit at that exact same second and we both groan.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so fucking long,” he whispers, and I feel the gentle movement of the air against my sensitized skin, making me shiver. Then his tongue is there again, wide, flat, and warm, exerting the perfect amount of pressure against me. His hands are holding my hips, gripping so tightly, I wouldn’t be surprised to see marks there later.
Iwantto see marks.
The feel of him lapping at me, swirling around my clit before darting in between my folds overtakes my senses. My hips spread a little bit more, giving him deeper access.
“Jesus, Cam. I’m going to worship this fucking pussy. You deserve to be worshipped, babe.” He speaks with a hint of adoration in his voice that sends a faint pulse of worry through me. I know Beckett’s wanted this, wanted me, as more than a friend. And giving in to the pull between us is going to complicate things. How can it not?
But right now, with his mouth between my legs and his dick in my hand, I don’t give a flying fuck.
Then he stops, and I whimper at the loss of his wet, warm tongue on me.
“You changing your mind? You said you wanted to suck me, Cam.” His rough voice is so at odds with the calm, polished man I’m used to. The two sides of Beckett are fascinating, alluring, and could easily be addicting.
He lifts his hips just slightly, just enough to reinforce his point. I was so distracted by what he’s doing between my legs, I forgot the other half of my fantasy.
Opening my mouth, I suck the tip of him in between my lips, applying a little pressure before releasing it with a pop. I hum at the salty, musky taste of him, then run my tongue up his length, starting where my hand is still gripping his base, up to the crown, and around the underside of it.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “That’s it, babe. Fucking hell, Cam. You’re perfect.”
His reaction has me preening. And more determined than ever to make the most of this. I double down on my efforts, licking and sucking, lapping every drop that leaks out of him. My hand slides down from his base to fondle his balls, hanging heavy between his legs. He draws his knees up, and gently starts to thrust his hips up into my mouth. God, even with me on top of him, he’s in control of everything.
Evidently, Beckett’s better at multitasking than I am because the entire time I’m devouring his cock, he’s destroying my pussy. His tongue is relentless, alternating gentle sucks to my clit with sharper spears inside of me. The fire inside of me is growing hotter and hotter.
“I need more, Beck,” I gasp, releasing his cock and laying my cheek down on his thigh. His leg hair tickles my skin as my hand continues to pump him up and down. “Fingers. Something. Please.”
His hands tighten on my ass before he smacks me again. “I’ve got you, babe.”
I feel the pad of his finger circle my opening, dipping in and out. His mouth latches onto my clit and he sucks at the same time two fingers plunge inside of me, instantly finding the bundle of nerves that make me detonate. My knees start to shake as wave after wave of a powerful climax crash over me.
I’m still a quivering mess when Beckett somehow maneuvers me onto my back. My feet are somewhere up by the pillows, but who gives a shit about that right now. Certainly not me when the man who just rocked my entire world off its axis comes looming over me, dipping his head down to pepper kisses up my entire body. Beckett reaches my head and gently pushes back the sweaty strands of hair that are stuck to my face.
“Next time I want to watch you do that,” he says in a low voice laden with promise.
“Do what?” I ask, still in a post orgasm daze.
“Lose yourself to the pleasure I give you.” He punctuates that with a love bite to the top of one of my breasts.
“Jesus, Beck, where did you come from?” My eyes flutter closed again as his mouth moves to the other side, giving it the same attention.
His low chuckle reverberates against my skin. “I’ve always been here, Cam.” Moving up, he stretches out alongside me, and I become acutely aware of the rigid cock poking my hip. For a brief moment, I hesitate. Yes, the man just had his mouth all over me, and his fingers inside of me, but actual sex is another line I never imagined crossing with Beckett.
Now, I can’t imaginenotcrossing it.
I swing my legs over him, my strength finally recovered after the insanely intense orgasm he’s already given me. “Do we need to talk protection? I’ve got an IUD and had clear test results on my last physical.”
Beckett’s eyes roam across my entire body. He surges up so he can reach me and kisses me deeply. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while. And I got the all clear on my last results as well. But you need to tell me what you want.”
I’ve never had a man make consent so fucking sexy. Hell, I’ve never had a man make anything this sexy.
My hands come to his chest and I push him back down. Then I climb off his lap and position myself holding onto his headboard, my ass pushed up in the air. Twisting my upper body around, I see him still on his back, but propped up on his elbows, staring at me intently.
“I want you to fuck me, Beckett. Right now.”
That gets him moving. In an instant, Beckett’s behind me, his hands smoothing over the globes of my ass before he smacks it again. He seems to like doing that, and I sure as hell like it, too.
