Thirty-six
Sadie
I look out the window as Beckett drives. That kiss curled my toes—and scrambled my brain enough for me to agree to go back to his place, but after the week I’ve had, I could use some of Beckett’s attention.
His hand reaches for mine, and it’s as if all my nerves shift to excitement. When we pull into his garage, he turns to me again. “We can stop anytime.”
I lean in and our lips touch. The kiss deepens, and suddenly, nothing else matters, only the warmth of his mouth and the roughness of his stubble against my skin. My heart races, and I search his eyes for any hint of uncertainty, but all I see is fierce determination.
“Sadie…” he murmurs, sending shivers down my spine.
“Let’s just enjoy tonight,” I whisper, feeling bold .
His expression softens. He comes around to open the car door for me, and as we step inside his house, a rush of familiarity envelops me.
The scent of cedarwood and something uniquely him fills the air.
Beckett leads me to his living room, where soft light dances across the walls, casting a warm glow that makes everything feel more intimate.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asks, still watching me as though gauging my comfort level.
“No, I’m fine.”
He steps closer. “I’ve missed you.”
“Show me how much.”
His hands move up to the knot at the top of my halter and in a quick movement, the front of my dress falls.
My nipples pebble. His fingers graze my skin, igniting a fire.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I catch a glimpse of his desire.
I push back against my swirling thoughts of caution and consequences, allowing instinct to take the lead.
He takes a step closer, our bodies just an inch apart. “Are you really ready for this?”
My breath hitches but I nod once more, spurred on by the need to feel wanted again. “What is our lesson tonight, professor?”
He looks at me a moment, but then decides to play along. “Well, we know you can deep throat my cock without issue, and we know you are very responsive.” He unzips the back of my dress, and it drops to the floor.
I stand before him in plain cotton underwear, somehow not feeling self-conscious at all.
“Let’s see how wet you are.” He shimmies my panties down and slides his fingers between my thighs.
He circles my clit, and I hold on to his shoulder to keep from falling as I arch into his touch.
I am wetter than I thought possible, the evidence of my desire coating his fingertips.
Beckett smirks as he puts his wet fingers in my mouth and I lick them clean.
“I knew you’d be ready for me.” His words fan the flames of arousal, and I whimper in anticipation. He envelops me in his arms, kissing a trail down my neck.
“Beckett…” The sensation sends ripples through me.
He tilts my chin up so our eyes lock. His gaze is intense, searching for answers in the depths of my soul.
Then his hands are on me, and my body answers like it always does—hungry, aching, desperate to feel connected again.
But connection isn’t the same as closeness, not really. We haven’t said the things that matter.
We haven’t talked about the pain, or the silence, or how he hurt me. We haven’t talked about how I disappeared.
Yet here I am, letting him back in—no boundaries, no words. This doesn’t move us forward. It just presses pause on all the broken pieces we keep stepping over.
I do want more than that. But right now, I’m not strong enough to say it out loud. His fingers move back to my swollen clit, and it erases everything going on in my head.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe, my heart pounding with fear and exhilaration.
His smile widens as he guides me to the couch, his hands steadying my waist. “Tonight you’re mine,” he replies, and his breath hitches when I grasp his shirt, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between us.
I reach for his belt. “If I’m naked, you should be too.”
His belt slips through my fingers as I unfasten it, the metallic sound echoing in the quiet room, and his pants fall to the floor. I feel his breath quicken.
“Sadie…” I can sense the battle he’s fighting within, torn between the desire to take charge and respect for my pace. But tonight, I want him to let go, to surrender to the heat building between us.
I push him back onto the couch, straddling him, reveling in the power of this moment. Our issues fade to a memory in the recesses of my mind because all that matters now is this electrifying connection. His hands find their way to my hips, guiding me as I grind against him.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with hunger . I smile. He knows just what to say to light up something inside me.
“Just wait,” I whisper as I slide down his body, my fingers brushing over his skin. He’s already hard for me, and the sight sends a wave of warmth flooding through my core.
“So now what are you going to do?” he asks.
I take my time, trailing my lips over his skin. “We need a condom.”
“There’s one in my pants pocket.”
I reach in, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his boxers before I find the foil packet.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?”
His question hangs in the air, and I can feel the weight of my choice. But every doubt I had earlier evaporates in the molten heat of this moment. “Right here,” I breathe, feeling bolder than ever. “I want you right here.”
I tear open the condom wrapper and roll it on.
The sight of him, fully exposed and utterly vulnerable before me, heightens every nerve ending in my body.
Beckett’s breath catches as I take him in my hand, exploring every inch while maintaining eye contact, a silent challenge that only serves to stoke the flames between us.
“Sadie…” he warns, his jaw clenched tight as I continue to tease him. “You’re going to make it hard for me to be gentle.”
“Good,” I reply, thrilled at this new dynamic. A rush of power tingles in my fingertips as I settle back on his lap, positioning myself above him. I sink down and he fills me completely. Every cell in my body is alive.
In a sudden surge of boldness, I take the initiative. I guide his hand up to my breast, reveling in the way his fingers cup me, his thumb grazing over my hardened nipple. I can feel him respond to the pleasure coursing between us. It’s intoxicating, this dance of give and take.
I lean closer, capturing his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling him into a deeper kiss, tasting the sweetness of his mouth and the heat of his desire. He groans against me, and I smil e at the sound. I have this strong man completely captivated .
I can feel his heartbeat thrumming as I push my body against his, craving more of that undeniable chemistry we share. Our breath mingles, two hearts racing in time.
He grips my waist firmly, guiding me as I sink deeper. “God, you’re so tight,” he groans through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezing shut for a second as if he’s trying to hold back.
A smirk tugs at my lips. “Let’s see how far we can go,” I challenge playfully, pulling back to catch his gaze. I roll my hips. “I think this lesson should be how to ride you.”
Beckett’s gaze darkens with desire as I settle myself over him, our bodies fitting together as if we were crafted to match.
“Is that so?” he replies. There’s a challenge in his eyes, a spark that stokes the fire within me even more.
I arch my back, swaying my hips to test the waters and gauge his reaction.
The way his breath changes tells me I’m on the right track.
I lean forward, pressing my palms against his chest for balance. “Just sit back and enjoy the show,” I whisper as I move against him.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he murmurs, his eyes tracing over every inch of me.
“And you don’t know how good this feels,” I reply, savoring the way his touch sends electric pulses through my body. Each gentle thrust deepens the connection between us, and the world outside fades entirely into oblivion.
His grip tightens as I increase the pace. With each roll of my hips, I feel power surging through me, an exhilarating rush that mixes with an aching need for more. He pushes his hips up to meet mine.
“You’re incredible.”
I shift my weight, building a rhythm that sends delightful shivers through me. His breathing grows heavier, punctuated by soft grunts of pleasure that make my heart race.
“More,” he urges. “Show me more.”
A thrill shoots through me at his encouragement, and I lean forward again to capture his lips as I grind against him. “Becket t…” His name escapes me like a prayer. My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull him closer, feeling the hard lines of his body beneath me.
“I want to feel you—everywhere,” he murmurs against my lips before trailing kisses down my neck. The sensation drives me wild, sending pleasure skittering through me.
“You will,” I promise, reveling in the power of his need.
I shift my weight again, pushing him deeper into the couch as a low growl escapes his throat. I quicken my pace, riding him with fervor, lost in the rhythm we’ve created.
“God,” he breathes. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Let’s see how crazy we can get,” I challenge, rolling my hips again, feeling him stiffen beneath me. The sensation sends waves of pleasure crashing over me.
“Just like that,” he urges, his voice thick with lust as I pick up the pace. My skin flushes at the sound of his approval. Seems this is what we both needed.
Every thrust brings us closer to the edge, our bodies moving in sync, and I can feel the tension building until it becomes almost unbearable. Beckett’s breathing quickens, sharp gasps mingling with my own.
“Don’t stop,” he begs.
I can feel the heat pooling in my belly, a delicious ache that promises release if only I maintain this rhythm. “I’m close.” The words spill from my lips.
“I want you to feel everything,” he replies, grasping my waist. “Let go.”
As his words echo, my body responds and I spiral closer to bliss.
“I’ve got you,” he adds, and with that simple promise, I find myself tumbling into an abyss of pleasure.
My body convulses around him ecstasy crashes over me. I ride the waves of bliss, and Beckett groans beneath me. In that moment, I know we’ve crossed a threshold, one that binds us in a way I never anticipated.
Beckett pulls me close as I come down from my high. And I coll apse against his chest, panting as I catch my breath. For a fleeting moment, the world feels perfect.
“That was…incredible,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on my back.
I glance up at him through my lashes. “Yeah,” I breathe, unable to suppress the grin spreading across my face. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
He chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Oh trust me, there’s more where that came from.” His gaze darkens with mischief, and I laugh at how effortlessly he shifts from vulnerability to playful arrogance.
He rolls me off him, my body still humming from my climax. “Let’s continue this in my bed.”
He pulls me up and leads me to his room. My mind clears just enough to remember everything at stake. I can’t fall back into old patterns. Being naked together just gets us back to where we were before.
After Beckett falls asleep, I’ll get a rideshare home , I tell myself. We have to do things differently this time.