Chapter 24
Beckham
Something warm and wet slides down my cock, and I'm hard before I'm even fully awake.
I force my heavy eyelids open, vision blurry from the late night. Last thing I remember is Hennessy's thighs clamped around my head, her body shaking as she came for the third time, before she finally passed out from exhaustion.
Now the tables have turned.
“Fuck,” I growl, looking down to find her nestled between my legs, her perfect ass raised in the air. Her lips are stretched around my shaft, cheeks hollowed as she takes me deeper.
When she feels me stirring, she looks up, those big innocent eyes meeting mine while she does the filthiest things with her mouth. The contrast makes my cock throb.
“Morning,” she mumbles around my dick, the vibration sending a jolt through my spine.
Her small hand cups my balls, rolling them gently between her fingers while she works her tongue along the underside of my shaft. My hips buck involuntarily, and she gags slightly when I hit the back of her throat.
“Sorry, baby,” I say, threading my fingers through her messy hair. “But you can't suck a man's cock like that first thing in the morning and expect him to behave.”
She pulls off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my dick. “Who says I want you to behave?” She gives my balls a gentle squeeze before diving back down, taking me even deeper this time.
I grip her hair tighter, guiding her movements and watching as her head bobs up and down.
She's insatiable this morning, working me like she's got something to prove. Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me deep again, her throat constricting around me.
Then she surprises me, releasing my cock with a wet pop. Before I can protest, she dips lower, taking one of my balls into her hot mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, my abs clenching at the sensation.
She hums against my skin, sucking gently while her hand strokes my shaft. Her eyes never leave mine, watching my reaction to every new sensation. She switches to the other side, giving it the same treatment while I fight to keep my composure.
“You like that?” she asks, her voice husky.
“I really fucking do, baby.”
A wicked smile crosses her face before she goes even lower. Her tongue darts out, licking a hot stripe across the thin skin below my sac. The unexpected pleasure makes my cock jerk in her hand.
“Goddamn, Hennessy,” I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair. “Where'd you learn that? Actually, don’t fucking answer that because it’ll piss me the fuck off.”
She just smiles before returning to my dick. This time she takes me deeper than before, her nose nearly touching my stomach as she swallows around me.
“I'm gonna cum if you keep that up,” I warn her, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine. “Pop off, baby.”
She pulls back just enough to shake her head no, then plunges back down, taking me to the root.
“Fuck, I'm serious—I'm cumming,” I growl, trying to pull her head back, but she resists, sucking harder.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train. My vision blurs as I empty myself down her throat, pulse after pulse. She swallows everything, not missing a drop, her throat working around me.
When I finally stop shuddering, she slowly pulls off, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.
“Merry Christmas to me,” she purrs, crawling up my body to plant a kiss on my lips.
I pull her against my chest, her warm body fitting perfectly against mine. Her hair fans across my skin as she nuzzles into me, satisfied with herself for turning me inside out before I even had coffee. My heartbeat slows as I stroke her back, feeling the gentle curve of her spine.
I press my lips to her forehead, breathing in the scent of sex and her.
“I wanna take you somewhere today,” I murmur against her skin. “Got something planned but I want it to be a surprise though. You in?”
She jerks her head up, nearly clipping my chin, eyes wide with excitement. “Are you serious? Yes! Oh my god, yes!” She bounces slightly on top of me, her tits jiggling in a way that threatens to get me hard again. “A surprise on Christmas? That's fucking perfect!”
Her enthusiasm hits me square in the chest. Christ, I’m so fucking gone for this girl. The thought ambushes me, dangerous and undeniable, but I swallow it down for now.
“Come on,” I say instead, patting her ass. “Let's get showered. I'll make you some coffee before we hit the road.”
She scrambles off me, practically skipping to the bathroom. “How should I dress? Is it outdoors? Indoors? Fancy? Casual? Give me a hint!”
I follow her, admiring the view of her naked body from behind. “Warm. That's all you get.”
An hour later, we’re in my truck heading north out of the city. Hennessy’s in warm fleece-lined leggings that she swore were warm enough, my stolen hoodie and boots.
She’s scrolling through my playlist, occasionally glancing at me with a mischievous smile. She's settled on some indie holiday shit that normally I'd hate, but watching her mouth the words while her fingers tap against her thigh makes it bearable.
“You gonna tell me where we're going yet?” she asks for the tenth time, poking my thigh.
“Nope.” I keep my eyes on the road, enjoying how the anticipation is killing her. Every few minutes she shifts in her seat, peering out the window like she might recognize something in the increasingly rural landscape.
The highway transitions to county roads, trees getting thicker on either side. Snow blankets everything, pristine white under the clear blue sky. I check the time—we're almost there.
“Hey.” I reach over, squeezing her thigh. “Close your eyes for me.”
She quirks an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. We're almost there. I want it to be a surprise.”
“Fine.” She huffs but obeys, placing her hands over her eyes for good measure. “This better be worth it, Kingston.”
“Trust me,” I say, turning onto the unmarked road I scouted last week.
The truck bounces and jerks as we navigate the unplowed path. Hennessy grips the door handle but keeps her eyes shut tight, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Are you taking me somewhere to murder me? Because this feels like murder territory.”
I laugh. “If I wanted you dead, brat, I wouldn't have let you blow me this morning.”
She snorts but says nothing more as I guide the truck through the final stretch of trees. When we break through the clearing, I kill the engine and sit for a moment, making sure it looks as good as I remembered.
The lake stretches out before us, a perfect oval of ice surrounded by snow-covered pines. The sun catches on the frozen surface, making it glitter like it's covered in diamonds. It's fucking perfect.
I jump out of the truck, crunch around to her side, and pull open the door. Her eyes are still squeezed shut when I grab her by the waist and set her on her feet in the snow.
“Don't open yet,” I murmur, positioning myself behind her. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. I drop my chin to her shoulder, my beard brushing her cheek. “Okay. Open.”
Her sharp intake of breath is exactly what I was hoping for. Her body goes rigid in my arms, then melts back against me.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Beckham, it's…it's beautiful.”
The lake stretches before us, untouched and pristine. The trees around the perimeter droop with snow, creating a natural barrier that makes it feel like we've stepped into another world. The sunlight catches on the ice, making the whole scene sparkle.
“This is where I grew up,” I say quietly, tightening my arms around her. “That cabin up there belonged to my grandparents. Spent every winter out here until I was fifteen. The cabin on the other side belongs to the Kavanaghs. Cillian Kavanagh and I played pick up hockey every chance we got. ”
She turns in my arms, her eyes searching my face. “You brought me to your childhood home?”
I shrug, trying to play it off like it's not a big fucking deal, but we both know it is. I've never brought anyone here. Not even close.
“Thought you might like it,” I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You want to skate with me?”
Her eyes go glassy, tears gathering on her lashes as she stares up at me. But then her lips curve into a smile that punches me right in the chest.
“Of course I'd skate with you, baby,” she says, voice thick with emotion. “But I don't have any skates.”
I roll my eyes, fighting a smile. “As if I wouldn't come prepared.”
I walk to the truck bed, pulling out the duffel bag I packed last night while she was sleeping. Hennessy follows me to a wooden bench at the edge of the lake, her boots leaving small imprints in the fresh snow.
I pull a small handheld broom from the bag and sweep away the lingering snow from the bench. “Sit.”
She obeys, watching me with those big eyes as I kneel in front of her. I take her right foot in my hands, unlacing her boot and slipping it off. Her sock is ridiculous—bright red with little reindeer on it—and it makes something in my chest tighten.
I pull out a pair of brand new white figure skates. Her eyes widen when she sees them.
“You bought these for me?”
“Try them on,” I say instead of answering.
I guide her foot into the first skate, cradling her heel in my palm. It fits perfectly. I lace it up tight, making sure her ankle has proper support. I repeat the process with the other foot, aware of her eyes on me the entire time.
When I finish, I join her on the bench, pulling out my own black hockey skates. I lace mine up quickly, muscle memory taking over from years of doing this same motion before games.
“How did you know my size?” she asks, watching my fingers work.
“I pay attention,” I say simply. I've memorized every inch of her body, and know it better than my own at this point.
When I'm done, I stand, offering her my hand. “Ready?”
She takes my hand, and I pull her to her feet. She wobbles slightly, adjusting to the blades.
“Careful,” I say, steadying her with my hands on her waist. “Take it slow.”