Chapter 26
Beckham
Ican't sit still. My footsteps echo across the hardwood as I pace back and forth, checking my watch every thirty seconds like it's going to make her get here any faster. Fuck. I told her I love her. Over the goddamn phone. Not how I planned it. It’s not how I planned any of this.
The Christmas tree lights cast shadows across the living room, twinkling like they're mocking me. Three minutes since I last checked my watch. Christ. What if she—
The front door flies open with enough force to slam against the wall. And there she is. Her chest heaving, eyes wild, hair a mess like she ran here.
“Beck—” she starts, but doesn’t finish.
She launches herself at me, and I catch her like I was made for it, her legs wrapping around my waist, her mouth crashing into mine. She tastes like her mint gum, her tongue sliding against mine as her fingers dig into my shoulders. I grip her ass, holding her against me where I'm already hard.
“Did you mean it?” she gasps against my mouth.
Instead of answering, I carry her to the Christmas tree, lowering us both onto that ridiculous white faux-fur rug she insisted on buying last week. “It's festive,” she'd said, eyes bright with that look that makes me want to give her the fucking world.
I lay her out beneath me, her light brown skin glowing in the colored lights. Her honey hair fans out around her head like a halo, though there's nothing angelic about the way she's looking at me right now.
I cup her face between my hands, my thumbs brushing over her cheekbones as I hover above her. Her lips are already swollen from my kiss, glossy and parted.
“I fucking love you,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended.
Her eyes flash with hunger at my words, and I can't wait another second. I grab the hem of her sweater and yank it over her head, revealing a red and white lace bra that barely contains her.
“Fuck,” I growl, lowering my mouth to the swell of her breast.
I reach behind her, unclasping with one hand while my other slides up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. The bra joins her sweater somewhere on the floor. I cup one breast, my thumb circling her nipple until it hardens into a tight peak.
“Beck, please,” she whimpers, arching into my touch.
“Please what?” I pinch her nipple, watching her squirm beneath me.
“Touch me.”
I slide my hand between her legs, finding her already wet through her panties. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she hisses, grinding against my palm.
I hook my fingers into her waistband, dragging her skirt and panties down her legs in one rough motion. She helps me, kicking them off until she's completely naked beneath me, her silky golden-brown skin glowing under the pulsing lights.
Standing up, I strip quickly. T-shirt, sweats and boxer briefs quickly shed until my dick springs free, hard and aching for her.
I take a moment to admire her naked body, spread out beneath me on that ridiculous fur rug.
Those candy cane striped panties and matching bra I just tore off her are scattered somewhere behind me.
The pattern reminds me of those fucking nails she had a few weeks ago—red and white swirls that drove me insane when she wrapped her hand around my cock.
“You know what those candy cane nails did to me?” I growl, positioning myself between her spread thighs.
“Made you think dirty thoughts?” She smirks, running her hands up my chest.
“Made me think real dirty thoughts.”
Her breath catches. I lean down, my lips brushing against hers. “I love you,” I whisper, the words still strange in my mouth but undeniably true. “I fucking love you, Hennessy.”
My eyes catch on the Christmas lights twinkling around us, and suddenly I know exactly what I want to do to her. I reach up, grabbing a string of lights from the lowest branches of the tree and tug the plug out of the wall.
“What are you doing?” she asks, watching as I unwind them from the pine branches.
I don't answer. Instead, I take her wrists gently in my hands, pressing them together above her head. Her eyes widen as I begin winding the string of lights around them, binding her with the cord.
“Beckham...” There's hesitation in her voice as I secure the lights, wrapping them up her forearms in a crisscross pattern that’ll make her skin glow red, green, and yellow gold.
I pause immediately. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. “No,” she whispers. “I don't.”
“That’s my troublemaker,” I murmur, finishing the binding with a tug that makes her gasp. I plug the lights back in, and suddenly she's illuminated beneath me, arms bound above her head in a twinkling display of Christmas colors. “Fuck, you look perfect like this.”
I trail my fingers down her body, between her breasts, across her stomach. “All wrapped up like a fucking gift.”
Her hips buck up, seeking contact. “Please.”
“Please what?” I lean down to bite her nipple, making her cry out. “Use your words, baby.”
“Touch me,” she begs. “Fuck me. Anything.”
“I'll give you everything,” I promise, sliding down her body. “But I'm going to take my fucking time.”
I press her thighs apart, exposing her completely. Her pussy is glistening wet, pink and perfect. I lower my mouth, giving her one long, slow lick from entrance to clit.
“Fuck,” she moans, hips jerking up.
I hold her down with one forearm across her pelvis, using my other hand to spread her open. “Stay still,” I command, before diving back in.
I work her with my tongue, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks against her clit. Her thighs start to tremble when I suck the sensitive bud between my lips.
“Beck—I'm going to—”
I pull back immediately, denying her release. “Not yet.”
Her frustrated groan makes my cock throb. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot, while my tongue returns to her clit.
“Please, please, please,” she chants, her bound arms straining against the lights.
I feel her walls tightening around my fingers, her back arching off the rug. Right before she tips over the edge, I pull away again.
“You fucking asshole,” she gasps, tears of frustration gathering in her eyes.
“You love it,” I remind her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
I repeat the torment again and again—bringing her to the brink with my mouth and fingers, only to deny her at the last second. By the fifth time, she's a shaking, sobbing mess, her skin flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Beck, I can't—I need—”
I lift my hand and bring it down in a sharp slap against her pussy. The sound of it echoes through the room, followed by her shocked cry.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, but her hips buck up, seeking more.
I slap her again, lighter this time, watching her clit swell and redden. “You like that, don't you? Such a dirty girl.”
Her eyes are glazed, barely focused as she nods. I glance up at the tree, an idea forming as I spot the candy canes hanging from the branches.
“Don't move,” I order, though she's hardly in any condition to disobey.
I stand and grab a handful of the small candy canes from the tree. Kneeling back between her legs, I unwrap two of them and carefully arrange them on her left nipple in the shape of a heart. The contrast of the red and white stripes against her skin is fucking art.
“What are you—” she starts, then gasps as I place two more on her right nipple in the exact same heart design. The peppermint scent fills the air between us.
“Look at you,” I murmur, admiring my work. “Sweet enough to eat.”
I reach for one of the bigger candy canes hanging from a nearby branch, one that's thick. I tear the plastic wrapper off with my teeth, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Open your mouth,” I command, pressing the end to her lips.
Her eyes widen, but she parts her lips obediently. I slide the candy cane into her mouth, watching as her lips close around it.
“That's it. Suck it like you suck my cock.”
She hollows her cheeks, her tongue swirling around the striped candy as she maintains eye contact. My dick throbs painfully at the sight, a bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. Fuck, I'm leaking like a goddamn faucet just watching her.
“Enough,” I growl after a minute, pulling the now glistening candy from between her lips.
I trail the wet tip down her neck, leaving a sticky path that I follow with my tongue. The contrast of the cool peppermint and my hot mouth makes her shiver. I drag it lower, circling each nipple, knocking off the small candy canes I'd arranged there.
“Beckhammmm,” she moans as I continue moving the candy cane down her stomach, drawing patterns on her skin.
I pause at her navel, dipping the tip in before continuing my journey south. Her breathing quickens as I reach the trimmed hair between her legs. I look up, needing to see her face as I press the curved end against her slick folds.
Her mouth falls open, pupils blown wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. “Oh, my god.”
“You want this?” I ask, already knowing the answer from how wet she is, her arousal mixing with the sticky candy.
“Yes,” she breathes, spreading her legs wider for me.
I circle her entrance with the tip, coating it in her juices before sliding it up. The peppermint must be creating a tingling sensation because she jerks and cries out.
“Fuck! It tingles—but don't stop.”
I apply gentle pressure to her clit, rubbing in slow circles. “You're going to come on this candy cane, and then you're going to come on my cock.”
Her hips buck wildly as I increase the pressure. I slide the candy down to her entrance again, easing just the tip inside her. The contrast of the red and white stripes disappearing into her slit is the filthiest fucking Christmas sight I've ever seen.
The peppermint stick disappears as I slide it in another inch, twisting it slowly as her back arches off the rug.
“You take it so fucking good,” I growl, lowering my mouth back to her clit. “Look at you, stuffed full of Christmas.”