Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Beckett filled Sydney in one swift movement, not expecting such an intense reaction to strike him the moment their bodies connected. He held his body against hers, letting go of a shaky breath while giving her time to adjust.
She clung to his biceps and remained motionless as well. Not shimmying or moving. Not begging him to take her harder.
They stared at each other in silence, time stretching out. He’d never believed in the idea of soulmates, but he swore something inside him, something woven into the fabric of his being, felt familiar with Sydney the moment their bodies joined as one. It was as if they shared the same energy. The same heartbeat. The same breath. Always had.
What in blazes is wrong with me? He pumped his hips once, making sure she was ready for him, and at the sound of her responding moan, he let loose.
They quickly found their rhythm, and she gave as good as she got, clamping her pussy around him so tightly it was borderline painful. But that only triggered him to fuck her harder, the bedframe squeaking with each snap of his hips. He snaked a hand around her ass to steady her body and keep her head from colliding with the metal headboard.
He was teetering on the edge of his control when she arched her back, lifting it off the bed, chanting broken versions of his name.
The need to claim her, to mark her as his and pour himself into her tight little body was going to destroy him if he didn’t slow down soon. He shifted his hand and dragged it up her torso, quickly pinching her peaked nipple to the point of pain, and the moment her eyes shot open, he let go, allowing the pleasure to wash over her body. Judging by her gasp and the flutter of her eyelashes, she more than enjoyed it.
How was it possible for this woman to have such a hold on him after so little time? Yet, he knew without a shadow of a doubt Sydney Archer had wrecked him for anyone else. There could be no one else after her. Anyone else would just be a sad imitation of her perfection.
Her eyes glistened as if she were on the same emotional page as him, and she was hanging on to her control, not yet ready to give in to ecstasy.
Without breaking contact, he guided them into a seated position, her legs firmly around his body and her tits pressed to his chest as she began rocking up and down, claiming his cock.
He leaned in and sucked her bottom lip as she worked herself on his hard length, taking control to find her climax. And when she began breathing hard and fast, he knew she was about to come.
“Right there. Oh God, yes, that’s it.” Up and down. Up and fucking down this woman went. Harder and harder. Slamming down on his cock.
He did everything in his power not to come as she cried and moaned from the pleasure, coming all over him. When her breaths finally began evening out, he cupped her chin and drew her mouth to his.
“Your turn,” she whispered, easing off him in one fluid motion. She briefly positioned herself on all fours before lowering her chest to the bed and sliding her hands up to her ass, giving him the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
Mine.
One hand pinned her wrists together at the base of her spine while the other gripped her hip, and he slammed inside her. She cried out at the contact, her moans muffled against the comforter. He made it about sixty seconds before she fell to pieces, that third orgasm hitting her in record time, and thank fuck for that because he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m going to come inside you, Sydney,” he rasped as his hips began to stutter. “I’m going to fill this pussy up with my cum and watch it run down your legs. That’s what you do to me.” He quickly brought both hands to her hips and thrust into her one final time. “Fuuuck.”
His body went lax after he came deep inside her, barely able to see straight as he tried to rally his thoughts and get his breathing back on track.
Beckett bent forward and set a kiss to the skin between her shoulder blades. He pulled out forgetting they’d leave a sticky mess all over the bed. She cupped herself, trying to keep the mess at bay. He hadn’t thought this through.
“One second.” They didn’t need Valentina to see physical proof she’d been right about them.
He grabbed a hand towel and rushed back to the bed, surprised to hear Sydney chuckling. “I bet this part doesn’t make it into romance books.”
“Or the fact I lasted less than two minutes,” he said, laughing now too.
“Aw.” Sydney stood and cleaned herself with the towel. “You lasted longer than that. I did ride the hell out of you before we switched positions.” She sauntered to the bathroom to discard the towel and freshen up.
When she came around the privacy wall, her stunning body striding toward him . . . did she have any clue how sexy she looked?
“Well, that was . . .” She joined him on the bed and rolled to her back, setting a palm on her abdomen, and he shifted to his side next to her.
“Next time, we’ll go for four,” he said, pulling her closer.
“You really do like a challenge, don’t you?” she teased.
“I just like you.” He closed one eye at the realization of what he’d allowed to spill free. The truth. A truth he hadn’t quite understood.
“I wouldn’t have guessed.” She smiled and playfully chewed on her lip, purposely taunting him.
“I can show you just how much soon.” He smiled, loving this feeling. Not quite definable, but a hundred percent perfect. “But I’m over forty. And not a romance novel hero,” he added. “I’ll need more time before I can get it up again. But that doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure you in the shower first.”