Chapter 28
BECKETT
There’s a running mental list of things I want to do sexually. Things that I’ve read about or seen, or just random thoughts that pop into my head at night when I’m deep in my pocket pussy, or in the mornings, when I fuck my fist in the shower to get a clear head before I start my day.
That list now has a recurring theme: Clover. I want her in every scenario my brain can generate. Blindfolded. Running a feather across her nipples. Watching her ass turn red from a riding crop. Her spread open because she’s restrained on our bed.
I need to calm down, or I’m going to bust before I even get in her for the first time. I already jerked off twice today, but I don’t think my dick has gotten the memo. I don’t think it has in a while.
I’ve heard Clover’s soft moans at night.
The wall behind her headboard is directly to my right, and I don’t think she realizes.
I’m going to have to order more toy cleaner with the amount of times I’ve used the pocket pussy listening to her, trying to match whatever rhythm I can catch onto.
I’m surprised she hasn’t heard my own release, or if she has, she’s been respectful about it.
I don’t think I slept the night I heard her moan my name quietly before letting out a low whine.
I wanted to kick down her door and slam her down onto my cock, giving her what she wanted.
She bites her lip as I stare down at her, waiting for permission from her.
In this game, it seems like I have control, but it’s all Clover.
I love it. She squirms under me and I watch the color flood to her cheeks.
She’s blushing. Good. Pretend like you’re shy, Lucky girl.
I’ve heard how you fuck yourself. It’s not gentle and sweet.
“Please, Beckett?”
“Please, what, Clover Jane?”
“Will you please fuck me?” She closes her eyes after she asks, like she’s afraid of being rejected.
For a moment, my heart is crushed because I realize I’m probably one of the reasons behind that trauma.
I make a mental note to broach that with her one day, because we need to actually talk it out.
I don’t want her thinking I actually meant what I said.
I want her to know that I was in love with her, fully, and was just a little bitch about it.
“You want me inside of you?” I ask her, leaving kisses from her lips down the column of her throat.
“Mhm.”
“Words. I need clear words, baby.”
“Yes, Sir. I want you inside of me.”
Fuck.
I groan and slide off of her, and watch as she follows me intently with her gaze, and she looks slightly panicked. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. Is it okay if I undress you?”
She repeats her consent, and I slowly slide her shorts off her. She’s wearing panties this time and I’m almost sad.
“I was beginning to think you never wore these,” I say in mock disappointment.
“What, is it too hard for you to take them off?” She shoots back, and I have to stop myself from laughing. No one has ever given me shit the way she does, and I love it.
I hook my fingertips in the waistband and pull them off, throwing them to the side. I slide my finger between her pussy lips and it’s immediately soaked. “God damn, Clover.”
“I told you I was close.” She gasps when I add a finger and plunge into her, curving them to hit the spot that makes her whine.
As expected, she does. I feel her clench around me, and I keep going.
She’s so tight, I have to make sure she’s wet enough before I even attempt to fuck her.
With my other hand, I run the pad of my thumb over her clit, one swipe at a time.
Her inner walls are starting to pick up on their contractions, and I can hear how wet she is.
She lets out a long moan, and I pull away from her. She’s going to murder me.
“God damnit, Beckett Hayes Hollis,” she threatens, hitting her fist against the mattress and letting out a growl of frustration.
“None of that, baby. You’ll get it. I promise.”
I hold out my hand and she takes it. I pull on the hem of her sweater — my sweater — and tug it over her head.
“No bra though? Have you been without a bra all day?” I ask her, halfway turned on at the idea, halfway jealous.
“No,” she giggles. “I wore it. I just took it off earlier to be comfy.”
“I’m grateful,” I say, as I move in to pull one of her perfect nipples into my mouth.
I flick my tongue over it, sucking and pulling it while I reach up with my other hand to massage her other breast. The noises she makes sound so content, so happy.
I move my mouth to her other nipple, switching what I’m doing to the opposite breast.
“God, your tits are perfect,” I breathe as I step back. I unzip my jeans and step out of them and my boxer briefs, kicking them to the side. My cock is probably the hardest it’s ever been, jutting out between us, throbbing with every pulse.
“Can I touch you?” Clover asks quietly, moving her hand towards me. I let her wrap her fingers around me and give me a couple of pumps, but I kindly stop her. “That feels so good, baby, but if I’m going to have any hope of getting inside of you, you’re going to have to stop for now.”
She looks bummed but hums to let me know she understands.
I take a minute to collect myself, to look down at this gorgeous girl in front of me and wonder what happened in life to bring this back full circle.
I gently push on her shoulder, encouraging her to lie down, and put myself between her knees, covering her with my body.
I bite her bottom lip gently, she arches against me, and I have to take another minute.
God, this isn’t going to last long at this rate. This girl is my literal wet dream.
I nudge her knees apart softly, letting her rest them however is comfortable for her. “Are you still okay, Clover? You can stop this at any time.”
“I want this, Beckett. I want you. Please, don’t make me wait.”
I nod. “Okay, baby.”
Taking a deep breath, I reach between us and drag the head of my cock along her soaked slit, back and forth, groaning at how fucking wet she is for me.
Every time I move along her clit, she whimpers.
I feel like this is going to go very fast for both of us, and maybe that’s a good thing.
I line myself up at her entrance and push forward slightly, but I’m met with resistance. Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight.
“I’m gonna push now, sweetheart,” I tell her, waiting for her to acknowledge me.
When she tells me she’s ready, I move my hips closer to her, pushing against her with a bit more force.
I feel her stretching around me until there’s a moment where the tip is fully in her.
She’s making the hottest sounds I’ve heard in my life, a mix of moaning, begging, whimpering, and growling.
“Are you okay, Lucky girl?” Checking in on her is so crucial to me. I need to know that she’s with me, she’s in it, she feels good.
“Yes, Sir,” she confirms, and after a minute of letting her adjust, I push further.