Chapter 21 Beckham #2
The water turned an odd shade of blue as the frosting and bits of cake quickly washed away. I grabbed the silicone body scrubber from the hook on the wall, squirting a dollop of body wash into the center before lathering it in.
“This is fancy,” I commented, grabbing her hand and running it up her arm.
“They don’t sell these in packs, I don’t think. Makes sense you’ve never seen one before.”
Her comment had a smile tugging at my mouth. “Yeah, I usually just buy the two-pack of loofahs.”
Her nose scrunched as I dragged soap over her collarbone. “Those hold so much bacteria.”
“So you’re saying I should switch?”
“Um, yes. I’ll even give you mine and go get a new one.”
I shook my head. “I think I like sharing.”
Her cheeks turned the shade of freshly bloomed roses.
To hide it, she tipped her head back under the water, rinsing her hair.
I watched each droplet cascade over the skin I missed so badly.
I wanted to taste every inch of it as she watched, worship the air she breathed and the ground she walked on.
Hiding my desire for more was damn near impossible, but I’d take what I could get.
When she lifted her head, our noses brushed.
A sharp intake of air passed her parted lips and her eyes nearly crossed as she took in how close we now were.
I held the body scrubber on her belly before sliding it to her waist. With her bump now brushing my stomach, I froze at the warmth passing between our skin.
Flames erupted with the contact, wrapping the two of us in a fire that was destined to never die out.
But why—if we both knew we wanted each other—was she forcing us to straddle the edge?
Fuck the rules. I wanted her like before. When I could kiss her any time I wanted. Any place.
I leaned closer, ready to say “fuck it” and break the boundary she’d laid out, because I knew she wanted it too—but before our lips could brush, she dropped to her knees.
I looked down as a delicate hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, and I hissed in a breath.
With her focus solely on my cock, she parted those pink lips and stuck her tongue out, lapping at the tip.
“Parker, you don’t have to—” But she silenced me by taking me into her mouth and sucking.
A curse slipped past my lips, and the body scrubber fell to the floor as my hand flung out to brace on the wall. For Parker, I would fall. For Parker, I would break and shatter and end up in a million pieces because that was the hold she had over me.
Now, with her mouth on my cock, there was definitely no going back.
What was the difference if our lips were on each other, but we couldn’t kiss? She was afraid, but I was a needy fucking asshole who needed her to stomp out the invisible line she’d drawn and take me.
She worked my cock with a thoroughness I’d missed—her hand tugging, her mouth sucking, her tongue caressing. The tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged, pulling her lips off to take a breath.
I nearly opened my mouth again to remind her she didn’t have to do this, but she was already taking me back in, deeper and deeper with each pass.
My free hand dug into her wet strands, helping her with the pace. “You missed this, didn’t you?”
A moan slipped out of her as her big eyes met mine. The look caused me to throw my head back and groan.
“Fuck, Parker.”
One palm rested on my thigh, her nails digging into my flesh. Her grip on my cock became firmer as she stroked me, keeping rhythm with her mouth. She quickened her strides, resulting in my balls tightening.
“Parker, I’m going to come.” It was a warning—one she seemed to welcome as she went even faster.
Her mouth remained around my cock, cheeks hollow, as I spilled onto her tongue.
Her mouth popped off, and she swiped at the saliva dribbling down her chin before grabbing the body scrubber off the floor and standing.
“You know, now would be the time I kiss you,” I said, hoping to get some sort of change in attitude from her on the whole rules thing.
But instead, she poured extra body wash on the scrubber and started running it in circles over my chest. As if she hadn’t just been on her knees for me. As if my cum hadn’t slipped down her pretty little throat and she hadn’t swallowed every last drop.
“Or you can stop trying to break the rules and let me wash you.”
I frowned. “I’d much rather take the kiss.”
She paused her movements, sighing. “Beckham, if this is going to work, we have to stick to them.”
“I can kiss you and still remember you’re making your own choices with your baby.”
Something akin to hurt flashed over her eyes. “Yeah, well, I can’t.”
She didn’t have to say anything further for me to know why. I only wished she’d let up on not wanting this baby to be a burden on me. He’d never be. Neither of them would.
But rather than fight her on the matter, I grabbed the scrubber from her and turned her around, running the soap over her shoulder blades and back.
And once I was done, I hung it on the hook and massaged her shoulders, thankful that, at least for now, I could touch her.