Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EVERLY
Maybe one day I’d be tired of waking up with Beck’s mouth on my pussy, but today was not that day. The past three days hadn’t been it either.
After the night on the roof, it’d been like the dam had broken and unleashed all the pent-up want and desire we had for each other.
He was insatiable. I was insatiable, which was totally new for me.
Though apparently that happened when you were super comfortable around your partner and said partner actually knew what they were doing and was more concerned with your pleasure than their own.
We hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other.
I felt like I’d swapped places with one of the heroines in my books, and I was absolutely here for it.
I groaned, reaching down to thread my fingers through Beck’s hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
I glanced down, finding his eyes already on me.
And sweet Jesus, the sight of this man with his mouth between my legs would never fail to send my stomach flip-flopping like I was on a roller coaster, speeding down a hundred-foot drop.
I’d spent years worrying about anything and everything during sex, rarely able to reach orgasm, and then Beck had barreled his way in and wouldn’t allow me to do anything but focus on him when we were together. Whether it was his actions or his words, he had my attention completely.
He slipped his fingers inside me, pumping them in time with the rhythm of his tongue against my clit.
He felt so good against me, already knowing just what I needed to make me come.
I was climbing, climbing, climbing—almost there, but never falling over the edge, and I nearly groaned at the buildup, desperate for relief.
Beck pulled back, still thrusting his fingers into me, and sank his teeth into my inner thigh just hard enough to sting, his eyes heating at my moan. “Give it to me, baby. I’m starving. Come all over my tongue so I can lick up all that sweetness.”
I whimpered, desperate to give him what we both wanted, and he dove back in, sucking my clit while he pumped his fingers deep inside me.
It all felt amazing, but it wasn’t until he reached up with his other hand and tugged my nipple hard enough to make me bow off the bed that I exploded.
I clutched his face against me as waves of ecstasy pulsed through my body, the soft slide of his tongue and the slow pump of his fingers bringing me down from my peak.
When the last wave rushed through me, I blew out a contented sigh and relaxed back on the bed, spent and sated.
And then he started all over again.
I twitched, my body still oversensitive, but Beck didn’t care.
Loved it, in fact, and had told me as much when he’d wrung more pleasure from my body than I thought possible.
He’d done this enough times that I knew what he was after—namely, another orgasm courtesy of his exceptionally talented tongue.
But I wanted more. I tightened my hold on his hair and tugged until he finally relented and braced himself above me, his eyes glittering as he sucked me off his fingers.
“I wasn’t done,” he said, the rasp of his early morning voice sending a shiver skating down my spine. “My plan was to make you come three times with my tongue.”
“Well, my plan is to get you inside me.” I hooked a leg around his waist and tugged him closer, biting my lip when his cock nudged my clit. “And since I was the one whose house burned down, I get to make the rules.”
“Sunshine,” he said, the admonishment clear in his tone as he glared down at me.
I bit my lip to stifle my laugh, but it managed to slip out anyway. “Are we not at the joking stage yet?”
“It’s been three days since I held you while you soaked my shirt with your tears. No, I’m not at the fucking joking stage.”
“My bad,” I said through a giggle, and his scowl only deepened.
I wasn’t necessarily at the joking stage, either, but what else was I supposed to do?
I’d gotten what I could handled—my replacement credit cards and license were on the way, all non-emergency appointments had been shuffled around and rescheduled for house calls this coming week and surgeries had been referred to the next closest clinic about an hour away, and the insurance adjuster had already been out to survey the damage.
While, yes, my home and business had been demolished and I didn’t have a possession to my name, I was now pretty much living with my best friend, having the best sex of my life, and figuring things out.
Sure, my stomach was churning basically nonstop because my parents still asked me about moving home during every phone call—which had been daily since the fire—and my brother was still on my shit list, thanks to him souring Beck for my parents, and I was still overwhelmed at the thought of what to do with regard to the clinic, not to mention my home.
But I wasn’t focusing on any of that. I couldn’t.
If I did, I’d have another breakdown like I had the night Beck had taken me out on the roof, and I did not want to go back to that place again.
So instead, I shoved all of that down and focused on the here and now. On Beck’s gorgeous, muscled body spread out on top of mine, his hips resting in the cradle of my thighs, his cock so hard and thick between us that I ached to feel him inside me again.
I’d never enjoyed sex before. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. It was fine. Perfunctory. A task to check off my to-do list. But I’d never felt anything close to what I read about in my favorite books. I’d assumed it was all hyperbole.
It was not.
Though it shouldn’t have been a surprise that sex with Beck was incredible.
Not when everything else with him was so perfect.
He already knew how to play my body, though I had no idea why I thought it’d be any different.
He’d been reading romances with me for months—had borrowed my print copies and seen every highlighted or flagged passage, every dog-eared page.
Had a front-row seat to every kink, every encounter, every dirty word that piqued my interest.
And he’d exploited them.
Not that I was complaining. Not when he was the Everly Whisperer and had been able to figure out things about me even I hadn’t.
I had more than a decade of experience making myself come, and I still hadn’t realized I liked a little pain with my pleasure.
Somehow, Beck had been able to suss that out after our first time together.
He spent his time studying me as he wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body, which would explain all the multiple orgasms.
Well, that, and the fact that he was really good with his fingers. And his mouth. And his cock.
My God, his cock.
“Are you too mad at me to fuck me?” I asked.
He sat back on his heels, hooking my legs over his own and spreading them as he ran the head of his cock through my slit. “I’ll never be too anything to fuck you.”
“Does that mean you’ll give it to me whenever I want?”
“Just say the word, and I’ll slide inside this sweet pussy anytime you want.”
“Word.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up, and he notched his cock at my entrance, slipping the barest inch inside.
Every thrust stretched me a bit more, my pussy greedy for him to fill me like only he could.
He teased us both with shallow thrusts and brought my left leg up, resting my foot on his shoulder.
Running his hand up and down my calf, he split his focus between my face and where he was disappearing inside me, pushing in a little more with each thrust but never giving me what I wanted. What I needed.
Groaning, I reached down, digging my fingernails into his thighs. “Beck.”
“Sunshine.” Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he turned his head and brushed his lips along my ankle while he caressed my calf, light, barely there touches.
So soft and gentle, and not at all what I needed right now.
I wanted him filling me up, stretching me to the brink until he was all I could feel, all I could think about, all I could—
He thrust deep, sinking his teeth into my skin and pulling a moan straight from my soul. “Fuck,” he said on an exhale, staring down at where he sank all the way inside me, my pussy stretched tight around him. “How can you feel so goddamn good every time?”
I shook my head, knowing exactly what he meant but too lost in the sensations he evoked in me to speak any of that aloud. All I could manage were gasps and moans as he filled me up over and over again, his cock stretching me with every thrust.
He cupped my ankle with one hand and splayed the other on my lower stomach, his fingers spread as he circled my clit with his thumb.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice a low rumble against my skin.
One I felt all the way to my bones. “That pretty pussy’s wrapped so tight around my cock, taking me all the way in. ”
I moaned at his words, at the soft touch of his fingers on me, tracing around where I was stretched open around him. Light, scarce touches that did absolutely nothing but drive me out of my mind.
“Beck, I need…” I exhaled a sharp breath, lost in the feel of him.
“What?” he asked, his fingers a whisper against me, his thrusts slow and deep. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“More,” I breathed, curling my fingers into his thighs.
“Show me.” He flipped us then, rolling us until he was beneath me and I sank down fully onto his cock.
“God,” I choked out, barely able to make even that single word.
Bracing my hands against his chest, I tipped my head back and groaned as he filled me completely, our bodies meshing in a way I’d never experienced before.
I closed my eyes and circled my hips, gasping when my clit brushed against him, sending a zing of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it, sunshine. Rub that pretty little clit against me. Use my cock however you need, baby.”