Chapter 24 #2
“Both.” Lucky for Owen, I know she’s kidding. So instead of having to hunt him down, I get to yank away her towel, tossing it to the chair before grabbing her by the backs of her thighs and hefting her body up against mine. “But since we’re already here, I’ll start with the licking part.”
I toss her onto the bed, managing to get her head all the way up to the pillows. Then I crawl over her naked body, ready to remind her of everything I’m capable of making her feel. Things no one else ever has.
And if I have my way, no one else ever will.
I want Becca to be mine and only mine. Always. She is everything I never expected I would find. More than I would have ever hoped for.
And I have zero intentions of ever giving her a reason to walk away.
Proving just how fucking perfect she is, Becca spreads her legs wide, giving me all the access I could ever want without embarrassment or self-consciousness. She knows I’m going to make her feel good, and isn’t shy about how much she wants it.
So I’m not going to be shy about how much I fucking want her.
My face is between her legs before I take my next breath, arms locked around her thighs as I work her right up to the edge.
It’s so easy to do. She makes what she likes so fucking obvious, I’d have to be either dense or negligent not to figure it out.
I’m sure there are plenty of men who fall into those categories, but I’m not one of them.
I want her to enjoy this so much she never stops asking for it.
So much she never turns to anyone else, thinking they might offer something better.
Right as her thighs start to shake, I pull my mouth away from her pussy, stalling her climb toward the precipice.
Becca makes the most feral, fedafter-midnight-gremlin sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I swear she bares her teeth at me as her head pops up. “What the fuck?”
I wanted her attention, so I guess my plan worked, but I’m a little worried she’s about to punch me in the face for stopping. Just in case, I grab both her wrists, keeping them in place as I blow a steady stream of hot air against the swollen nub of her clit.
Becca writhes at the sensation, her hips wiggling as much as they can, given my arms are pinning her lower half in place. “Why isn’t your tongue on me?”
“Did you like people thinking you were with Owen?” It’s a fucked-up question, I know that. Especially since I already know the answer. But I need to hear it. I need reassurance that she’s still in this like I am.
Last time the people I trusted turned away from me, I didn’t even notice it happening. I took for granted they were standing right at my back and never stopped to check.
I can’t do that now. Now I need to hear—straight from her pretty lips—that Becca still wants me.
“People didn’t think that.” She tries to fight my grip on her hands. “And even if they did, who cares?”
“I care.” I thought her response would calm me. Smooth down the blade of jealousy that’s been stabbing into me since I had to watch her walk away with another man.
Instead, I’m only getting more upset. More bothered. More aggravated.
“I care. Because they’re supposed to know you belong to me.
” Something hot and sharp flares under my skin.
I push up, pulling my arms from beneath her legs before planting both hands at either side of her head so our eyes are directly in line.
“Do you understand that, Becca?” I intended to lick her until she came and then fuck the shit out of her until she came again.
But I can’t wait. I need my dick in her now.
“You. Are. Mine.” Aligning my cock with her entrance, I shove into her, burying my body completely inside hers. “No one else’s. Not now. Not ever.”
I’ve fucked her twice now, and both times I tried to be careful. Did my best to ease her into the process. But tonight, I fucking can’t.
Owen touched her. People saw them together.
And then…
Then she was trapped and I couldn’t get to her. She was barricaded in a room with the same fuckers who sent those two men to Myra’s house, and there wasn’t shit I could do about it.
So tonight, I’m going to fuck her the way I want to. The way I need to.
Hard. Deep. Fast.
I lace my fingers into her hair, elbow braced against the mattress as I grip tight. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Becca’s head is tilted back, lips parted, eyes closed in bliss. “Yours.”
It’s only one word, but I’ll take it. I’ll take everything.
“Only mine. Say it.” I grip the wrist of the hand Owen held in his, sucking two of her fingers into my mouth, flicking my tongue against her skin like I can lick away any memory she might have of his touch.
“Feels so good.” Becca’s free hand flies to my shoulder, gripping tight.
Pulling her fingers from my mouth, I mumble against her wet skin. “Say it, or I stop making it feel good.” I thrust into her hard, rocking my hips in a way that grinds my pelvis against her clit. “Only mine.”
She moans, the wet sounds of her pussy clenching around me just as obscene as the ones coming out of her mouth. “Only yours.”
“Good girl.”
I move to her other two fingers, sucking them hard as I fuck her harder, wanting to push my way as deep into her as I can. My tongue trails along her palm, flicking at the webbing between her digits as my balls tighten with the need to come.
The need to mark her. The need to fill her. The need to remind her I’m fucking it for her.
I’m caught up in my own thoughts and needs when my head is suddenly yanked hard. Becca’s let go of my shoulder and now has her fingers digging into my cheeks, palm at my chin as she yanks my attention to meet hers.
Her eyes narrow, a snarl on her lips as she asks, “What about you?”
My movements stall for a second. My brain has been on a very singular track for the past few minutes, and it’s not doing such a great job at branching off. “What about me?”
“Who do you belong to?” Becca pulls my face closer, bringing us nose to nose. “And your answer better be me.”
For the first time since I found out she was going to that event with Owen, my jealousy eases. A slow smile works on my face as I lean closer, each thrust of my body hitting her in exactly the right spot as I push her where I want her to go. Making sure we get there at the same time. Together.
Because that’s the way we’re always going to be. Together.
My dick jerks as her pussy clamps tight on me. This moment feels better than anything has ever felt in my whole fucking life, but I still manage to force out the words she deserves to hear.
As many times as I can say them.
“Of course it’s you, B. It’s always going to be you.”