20. Beckett
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beckett
I expected a response. Any answer to my statement. Instead, I’m met with silence as I climb behind the wheel.
Maybe I finally pushed her too far out of her comfort zone and I need to back down. The combination of the conversation about having sex in public and wanting to shirk my duties to spend more time with her is her breaking point.
Damn, if I fucked this up for myself, I’m gonna be pissed. Guess I should have let what was transpiring between us happen naturally. I always have to be the nudge, the one to take it just beyond the line of uncomfortableness.
“Shit, I can’t do this.”
Her words filter in slowly through the hazy fog of uncertainty in my mind.
I’ve yet to start the car, so I twist to face her. “Can’t do what?” I hesitate, not sure I want the answer but asking it anyway, needing to be on the same page as her. Even if it’s not where I want to be, I’m not the guy to take what she isn’t offering.
“Feign indifference of wanting to spend more time with you. Pretend I don’t want to find out what else is on your agenda for today. Fake that our earlier conversation didn’t dredge up feelings to turn me on.” Her sentences come out in a long whoosh, and Willa gulps air to refill her lungs.
Instead of responding with words, I pick up my wallet from the console, checking I have at least one condom, praying for two. They’re not expired because it hasn’t been long since I put them in there. Holding them out to her, I inquire, “You trust me?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. Which I admire and love about her.
Errr, not love. Greatly like. I greatly like the way she doesn’t hesitate.
For fuck’s sake. It’s way too soon for the “L“ word in any capacity with Willa.
I abolish these wayward thoughts. “Great. Let’s do it.”
I start the car and work out where this can happen. When I suggested it, I didn’t think it all through. Where we would go if she said yes. I hadn’t planned for her agreement. I had hope, but I couldn’t gauge how she’d react. If she’d accept it. Now that she has, I have to reassess the plan.
It’s too cold for much. If it was spring or fall, I’d take her to the park, set up a blanket, and go to town.
I don’t really want to do it in the car, but it’s a last resort.
Willa rearranges the strap of her bra that’s fallen and the best idea hits me. And it hits on three different pleasure points: sex in public, getting to see what’s underneath her clothes sooner rather than later, and letting her pick out something new. A souvenir to remember me—and this escapade.
I direct the car to the mall in the next city over. She’ll have her choice of Victoria’s Secret or Soma. From what I can gather, hers come from less commercialized stores, but this will do in a pinch.
The only hitch is how busy the mall is. Because of course, the fact it’s the holiday week escaped me when this brilliant plan came to fruition. Also, no way we can avoid all the holiday decorations. Thinking fast, I try to preemptively strike down her dissent .
“I have an idea. It’s not the best I’ve ever had, but it’s an idea which I put some thought into.”
“O-kay.” She draws out the last syllable.
“My plan is threefold.”
She giggles, and my cock takes notice. “Threefold. Interesting. Let’s hear it.”
I find a spot about halfway from the door and put the car in park, leaving the engine to idle in the chance she disagrees. “One. Public sex.”
She gasps, darts her eyes to the building and back to me. “At the mall? At the busiest time of the year?” Her voice pitches higher, anxiety creeping in.
“In the dressing room. Of Victoria’s Secret or Soma.”
Her shoulders fall from her ears, but she’s not convinced. “It might be busy in there. We could get caught.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Half the fun of public sex.”
“You speak from experience?” she wonders.
I neither confirm nor deny but continue. “Two. I get to see what undergarments you’re wearing today.”
“We could do that at home.”
My ears catch on her use of “home,” but I can’t dwell on it presently. I’ll come back to it later.
“We’d have to wait until later. I’ve been imagining what they look like since this morning. The wait is killing me.”
She calls my bluff with a raised brow but instead of refuting, speculates, “And the third?”
“Three. You pick out stuff to try on, hence why we need a dressing room, and then when we’re done, I’ll slip my card into the machine to pay for your purchase of a new matching set.” Her eyes ignite, and I don’t question whether she’ll agree.
She’s in.
She doesn’t answer immediately, her gaze staring out the windshield. “We’ll have to be quiet. And quick. We’ll need napkins, something to clean up the mess.”
Before she can change her mind, I reach into the console, producing a wad of napkins. “Stuff these in your purse. Oh, and these, too.” I dig the condoms from my wallet and hand them over.
Her aghast look halts my movements. “We won’t have enough time for both.” She tries to push one back to me, but I grab her purse from the ground and shove them inside.
“Maybe you’ll need a bra from both Victoria’s Secret and Soma.”
She wants to be shocked, to not want that, but her eyes give her away. Like lights on a Christmas tree, they twinkle with exuberance.
And just like that, I’m introducing Willa to public sex.
If I thought the parking lot was packed, it’s nothing compared to the inside. Hordes of people congregate everywhere. Last-minute shopping at its finest. Normally, crowds don’t bother me, but the ache in my pants since Willa agreed to my plan begs to differ.
“Where to first?”
“Soma.”
I stop at the map to find exactly where it’s located, then I drag her by the hand to our destination, doing my best to avoid the most decorated areas, shielding her from the visual aspects. Her body is tense, but I’m guessing it’s more from the anticipation of what we’re about to do than the decor.
Fighting through throngs of people—from crying kids to senior citizens mall walking—we make it to Soma in one piece. The closer we get, the harder it is to conceal the erection in my pants.
“What’s your size?”
Willa doesn’t answer, and when I face her, narrowed eyes greet me. “I think this is all a ploy for you to learn my clothing size. ”
I shrug. “And?”
“And . . . 36C.”
“Panties preference?”
“Cheeky, boy shorts, thongs. Medium.” A flash of red coats her cheeks, but it doesn’t make residence there. She’s into this, which only makes getting to the dressing room more imperative.
“I’ll pick some out, you pick some out, too. Meet by the dressing room in the back left.” I point out the sign in case she’s confused. “Three minutes. Go.”
“Eep.” She drops my hand and rushes away to a table on the right. For about thirty seconds, I watch her, drinking her in, puffing my chest about being the lucky bastard who’s going to make her mine in five minutes.
Shaking out of my stupor, I flick through a rack of bras I think she’ll like based on the two I’ve seen her wear. I also pick out one I like. Black mesh with a red heart pattern. I don’t bother with the underwear. There will be time for her to choose more once the deed is done.
Adding one more to my stack, I walk to the back of the store. Willa’s already there, a stack of apparel in her hands. “Are you ready for this?”
She nods sheepishly, her fingers kneading her left ear. “I’m nervously excited. I love that we could get caught, but no one knows me here, so who cares, right?”
“Exactly. It’s a great temptation.”
We step up to the attendant, who opens up a room for her. If she’s appalled I follow her in, she doesn’t show it. Inside, I flip the lock. The space isn’t big, but it’s enough for what we need. Stacking the clothes on the bench, I unbutton my pants, pushing them to my knees.
“Not wasting any time,” Willa notes.
“You said we had to be quick.”
While she removes her undies and leggings, I fish a condom out of her purse and sheath myself.
“No foreplay?” she muses softly, a teasing lilt in her tone .
“Come here.” I motion to my lap. With her legs free from restraints, she kneels with widened legs on the bench, straddling my thighs, her ass hovering above my knees. I swipe one finger through her slit, my finger covered in wetness. “Foreplay, my ass.” With gentle fingers, I grip her hips, lifting her up and positioning her above my hardened cock. “Stroke me once.” My words are a growl, a whispered demand.
“I don’t think I can be quiet,” she admits, her voice barely audible.
“If you want me to buy you a gift, we can’t be kicked out. Do your best.”
Hormones surge through me. With her poised above my dick, coupled with the clandestine location, the need for release is palpable.
“Sink down. I won’t last long. I’ll make it up to you later.”
Our gazes lock, hunger and devotion swimming in the kaleidoscope of colors. How did I get so lucky with this girl? Even temporarily, I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.
“It’s not like we have unlimited time right now, but this is already super hot. I’m so keyed up, I don’t care if you come with one thrust.”
“That’s about what it will be.”
She plants her hands on my shoulder as she sinks onto my dick. “Fuckkkkk,” she stretches out, an inaudible moan accompanying it. “Move, Beckett. Please.”
“You gotta move, babe. Have you never been a cowgirl?”
“No.”
There’s so much to unpack in the one word and her expression, but now’s not the time. We’ll come back to that after, but we’re definitely coming back to it.
“Up and down. Ride me. I’ll hold your hips.” I widen my legs, making sure my feet are grounded. “Keep your hands on my shoulders, eyes on me.” I encourage her to lift two inches. Before I can instruct otherwise, she lowers back down, squeezing my dick. “That’s it. Use me to get yourself off. I’ll follow. ”
Soon, she finds a rhythm, bouncing up and down, her fingertips digging into my flesh, creating a good kind of pain and pleasure. Each time she’s down, her walls clamp tighter around my cock.
“You close?”
“Yep.” The word not out of her mouth, her head falls back, and she detonates. Her mouth opens, but her orgasm is silent. While she rides out hers, my own hits, and I pump into her, thrusting my hips once, twice, three times, emptying everything inside the condom. Willa slumps against me, her arms falling and looping around my waist. “That was . . . invigorating. Reckless. Seductive.” She glances at me. “I think you were right.”
“About which part?” I move her, cautious to keep the condom in place. Once she’s off, I remove it carefully, tying it off, dropping it in the plastic bag Willa holds out. She hands over napkins, and we clean up. I didn’t account for the lack of wipes or a wet paper towel. Thank goodness one of us had the wherewithal to think about the cleanup.
She shimmies into her undies, sorting the new ones into two piles. “Once wasn’t enough.” She holds up a bra. “Victoria’s Secret has bigger dressing rooms. What are your thoughts about up against the wall?” There’s a twinkle in her eye, and I love knowing I’m the one who put it there.
“It’s brilliant.” With a huge smile, she takes off her sweatshirt and cami, leaving her naked breasts on display. I can’t resist not touching them. With her left breast cupped in my hand, I reach around for the black and red hearts bra. “Try this one?”
“Sure.”
New kink unlocked: seeing how far I can push Willa to the edge without toppling over by massaging her breasts as she tries on different bras.
Man, this is going to be fun.