Chapter 19 #3
His words and the salt of his skin against my tongue pushed me over the edge. I came undone, my muffled cries vibrating around his thumb as pleasure tore through me, painting hot streaks across my chest while my body gripped him like it never wanted to let go.
He pulled his thumb out of my mouth.
My mouth opened as broken cries escaped, the pleasure overwhelming. “Please come inside me, please fill me,” I whimpered, my entire body trembling with need.
Beckett’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth parting as his hips stilled while he was buried deep inside me. I loved the feeling as he pulsed and throbbed inside me while his warm cum filled me, marking me from the inside, telling me I belonged to him.
His chest heaved against mine as he lowered himself, our foreheads touching, sweat-slick skin cooling between us. “God, I love you,” he whispered, the words ghosting across my lips before he captured my mouth with his, swallowing whatever response might have formed on my tongue.
My heart skipped a beat. Hearing him tell me he loved me was different from hearing him admit he was falling for me. It felt real. Solid. Grounding.
Our kiss was short and sweet before we pulled apart, the sound of our heaving breathing filling the room as we came down from our orgasms. “Shit,” I mumbled. “That was so good. I can’t believe we waited so long.”
“Damn. That was quite the performance, and the camera wasn’t even on,” Asher said from the doorway.
We were so wrapped up in each other; I hadn’t noticed he was standing there, the outline of his hard cock filling his jeans.
The smirk on his face told me he wasn’t mad that we had fucked without a camera. It was something neither of us had done with him yet, but our more intimate moments, like sleeping together, showcased our feelings more than sex.
“Don’t let me interrupt. I was studying with a few people and just got back. I’m going to make some food while you two clean up. I’ll get the bath going so Theo can soak after that pounding.” Asher winked before walking out of the doorway and into the hallway, disappearing from view.
We heard the bathtub start a moment later.
Asher took aftercare seriously, even when he wasn’t involved. His favorite was running baths for us with a glass of wine, bubbles, candles, and soothing music. Then, of course, feeding us.
I winced as Beckett pulled his cock out, feeling too empty all of a sudden.
He pushed my legs up, exposing my hole as he watched the cum drip onto the bed. “I’ll have to plug you sometime after I fuck you. My cum should stay where it belongs, inside you.”
“Yes, please,” I groaned, the idea already making my dick start to harden again.
Beckett gently set my legs down. “Let’s go take a bath, then dinner. I’ll join you in the tub and give you a massage,” he offered.
“Sounds perfect to me.”
***
Beckett Harrington
The three of us would lie together at night in Theo’s bed, sometimes just talking until our voices grew soft with sleep.
There was something about the way our bodies fit into the mattress—a huge bed Theo had deliberately chosen—that made everything feel settled, like puzzle pieces clicking into place.
Even on restless nights when sleep felt impossible, I found comfort in the warmth of their bodies beside mine.
Theo sprawled across the middle of the mattress like he owned it—which he did—leaving Asher and me to curl at the edges. The familiar rumble of Theo’s snores filled the darkness while I traced invisible patterns on the ceiling with my eyes.
“Can’t sleep either?” Asher’s whisper floated across Theo’s sleeping form.
“Wide awake,” I murmured back.
The sheets rustled as he shifted position. I turned toward the sound and found him lying on his side, head resting on one hand, watching me. “I heard something interesting from our sleeping beauty here,” he whispered, lips curving into that smile that always meant trouble.
I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Let me guess. He finally told you that your head is too big for your body?” I whispered back, my tone light even as my stomach tightened with anticipation.
“That you told your mom we’re your boyfriends,” he said, waggling his eyebrows like a cartoon villain while his smile stretched so wide I could see it even in the darkness. “Is that true?”
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see. “I might’ve said those words. I might’ve meant them, or I might’ve said it for shock value. You’ll never know.”
“Oh, you meant it,” he responded.
“Is it wrong? To call you that? I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
I had referred to him as a boyfriend before asking him where we stood.
I shouldn’t have assumed anything just because we had been fucking for money.
Maybe he didn’t want me that way, even if his actions made me feel different.
I couldn’t assume. Asher could be a very good actor, for all I know.
The quiet stretched between us before he said softly, “No. I like it. I think we’ve been boyfriends for a while now, just without saying it.”
He settled back against the pillow, and I did the same, both of us staring at the ceiling again.