31. Cami
Cami
“ S top.” Panting, I grip Beckett’s hair tighter. “Please. Beckett. I can’t.”
“One more. Please,” he speaks against my slick folds and sends another wave of pleasure so sharp it hurts rolling through me.
I’ve come three times, my pussy so sensitive even his breath feels too much. I’m right there. On the edge of spiraling out of control. Again.
A lick later, a thrust and press of fingers and I’m screaming through another orgasm so pleasurable it’s blinding.
“There. Right there is where I want you.”
I have no idea when he moved from between my legs, but his face is in mine, his forehead resting against me as he raises my leg and drives himself inside me.
“Beck!”
“Fuck. Cam.”
Neither of us moves. He’s buried deeper than anyone before. Stretching me in ways I’m not used to.
I knew he was bigger than any other guy but knowing and feeling can’t be compared.
Nothing could have prepared me for Beckett fucking me. And he hasn’t even moved yet .
“Cam?”
“Mmm…”
“I need.”
“Take it. Take whatever you need.” The urge to give this man everything he’s never had outweighs any discomfort I might feel being impaled on his impressive cock.
He hasn’t let me touch him, hasn’t let me explore his body the way he did mine but I’m okay with that. I’m okay to give him this first time.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t.”
“I could. I can’t hold?—”
“Don’t hold back!” Wrapping my legs around his back, I lock my ankles and use them as leverage to move underneath him.
“Cam.”
“Fuck me, Beck.”
“I don’t want?—”
“You do. Take me. Fuck me. I’m yours.” The last two words feel like a vow. A promise. One I’m incapable of examining when Beckett pulls his hips back then punches them forward again.
Air rushes from my lungs as he sets a rhythm so fast, so hard, the headboard bangs the wall in an accompanying beat.
“Fuck. Dammit. I knew it,” Beckett pants into my neck where he’s tucked his face. “Fuck!”
His hips stutter, the plunge of his cock short and rapid before he arches back and drives himself deep with a guttural cry of triumph.
Every pulse of his release bathes me in warmth and I’m wondering why I’m not concerned we forgot protection.
I’m not on anything. Haven’t been in years, but even when I was, I never let a man inside me without a condom.
Except Beckett is different.
He’s been different from the start of whatever this is. And it’s looking like love.
“We didn’t use anything.” He opens his eyes, his gaze boring into mine. “My come is leaking out of you.”
I don’t know why his words make me laugh but they do. And as my stomach muscles contract, more come is pushed out.
Beckett’s head lowers, his gaze moving to where our bodies are still pressed together. “I can’t decide if that’s the hottest thing ever or disgusting.”
“Well, considering you’re still hard inside me, I’m going to say the first?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah.” His head rises and the smile on his face could only be described as cocky. “Yeah. It’s hot as fuck and I want to fuck you again.”
“I’m not that sure you stopped the first time.” I clench around him.
“Hmm…maybe it’s your turn to take over.”
His words are confusing for all of a second because in that breath of time he slides his hands under me and rolls.
How he manages to keep us connected as he reverses our positions I don’t know. But staring down at him, seeing the satisfied, predatory look in his eyes has my insides clenching of their own accord.
“Your turn to fuck me, Cam.” He punctuates his words with upward thrusts of his hips, each one grinding my sensitive clit into the base of his cock.
“Oh.” Leaning forward, I splay my hands on his chest and push up with my thighs.
It isn’t long before I’m bouncing on his cock fast and furious. And if I roll my pelvis a certain way, I stroke my clit with each plunge down.
“I want to suck your tit.”
Beckett’s words make me falter. Snap my gaze to his. “Do whatever you want.”
“No. I need to ask.”
He doesn’t say it but I know he’s referring to Whitney’s mother. And that small intrusion of his past as my pace slowing until I stop completely.
Bending over I bring my forehead down to rest on his. “You don’t need to ask me. I give you permission to do what you want but I promise, if I don’t like something you do, or it hurts, I will tell you.”
“I’d hate myself if I hurt you.”
“You’d never do it on purpose.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“It’s life. But intent is important. You would never set out to hurt me.”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
“And I promise to never set out to hurt you either.”
“I don’t know what we’re doing.”
“Pretty sure we’re having sex.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
With a sigh, I push up and look down at the concern in Beckett’s eyes. “I know.”
“Do you? Know what we’re doing?”
“No. Not completely.”
“I can’t help worrying I’ll fuck up somehow.”
“We’ll both fuck up, Beck. It’s life. Nobody is perfect. We’ll make mistakes but I will never intentionally hurt you the way she did. I won’t lie to you about what’s happening or how I feel. I don’t know the full story, don’t need to know to understand whatever we do, wherever we go from here, it has to be transparent.”
“I think I’m falling for you.”
I grin. “Yeah?”
When he nods, I lower my lips to his.
“Good. Because I think I’m falling for you too.”
I don’t give him time to say more. I kiss him deep and rock my hips in slow rolls.
It’s lazy and luscious, the kiss and the sex.
And for now I’ll ignore the little voice in my head that says this isn’t sex. It’s making love. We’re not ready for that. We’ve barely moved past Beckett’s initial dislike of me.
“Harder.”
Beckett’s command is accompanied with his hands on my waist guiding my movements. It’s hard to deny this man anything and I have to wonder if it will always be that way or if it’s because this is new. Newer for him than me, but still.
The flush of new emotions can make you do things you wouldn’t normally and I don’t want to fall into that category.
I want us to be real.
I want us to be building on the friendship we’ve found ourselves developing.
I want us to be more than a flash and burn.
He’s been celibate for most of his life, and I haven’t exactly been hopping from bed to bed. This could be nothing more than an itch getting scratched.
“Stop thinking.” In a reverse of his earlier move, Beckett turns us and stares down at me. “Just feel. Feel how good we are.”
Tilting my hips with his hands, he rocks in and out in slow deliberate thrusts designed to keep my attention. Deep and hard and filling, every plunge of his cock inside me lights a spark that travels along my nerves and ignites a flame.
“Yeah, that’s it.” His pace picks up. “Like that. Take all of me.”
I can’t talk, can only stare into his gaze and watch the way his emotions flicker through the light brown rim around pupils blown so wide his eyes appear bottomless, alive with possibilities I’ve never imagined.
“I want you with me.” His words are double-edged and we both know it. But again, I’m helpless to deny this man anything.
“I am.”
“What do you need?”
“You. I just need you.”
“You have me.” He pushes harder. Drives deeper. “You have all of me. ”
I’m not sure if it’s his words, or the way he hits my clit with every down thrust, that has me riding the edge once more.
He’s wringing me tighter and tighter with each stroke of his hard cock through my swollen flesh and when he tips my hips, brings his knees up, and changes the angle, I sail right over that edge.
“Beck!” My body clamps tight. From head to toes, muscles contract so tight it’s almost painful as pleasure surges through me.
“Fuck! Cam!”
Following me over, Beckett crushes me beneath him as his body lets go. It’s a weight I’ll gladly bear. A comfort and satisfaction in knowing I did that. I took this masculine, capable man and brought him to his knees.
We stay that way, Beckett like a weighted blanket on top of me for long moments before he lifts his head and smiles.
“How about that bath now? It’s seems we’re both a little sticky.”
“I think we need to change the sheets first.”
“Nah, we can do that later. Or not. I figure we’ll just mess them up again. Come to think of it. There probably isn’t any point taking a bath either. I’m only going to want to get you dirty again.”
“We can’t spend all day having sex.”
He looks affronted. “Why not?”
“Well, we, um…”
“See, no logical reasons we can’t do this for the rest of the day. You won’t do it with Whit in the house so I need to make the most of the time she isn’t here.”
Before I can say a word, he rolls us over and lift me off him. The loss of his heat inside me is sharp and shocking but I don’t have time to focus on it long because he has us out of bed and heading for the bedroom door, me over his shoulder.
“Beckett! What the hell?”
“I want to revisit earlier. ”
“Earlier?” I have no idea what he’s talking about and being upside down isn’t helping my mind work it out.
“Yeah, earlier when I said I didn’t want to fuck you on my kitchen counter.”
“You want to have that conversation again?” My brain is obviously overflowing with blood because I still can’t work out what he’s doing.
“Yep.” His hand comes down on my bare ass, making me yelp. “I want to fuck you on it now.”
“Now? But we just?—”
Another slap to my ass has me sucking in a breath. “Hush, woman. I’m thinking about other places in the house I can fuck you before my daughter comes home and cock-blocks me.”
“I... Um.” Yeah, I have no words. I think he’s serious. And if he is, I’ll be lucky if I can walk this evening.
“You promised to tell me if you didn’t like something or I hurt you.”
His soft words have me relaxing. “I did. I will.”
“I won’t be mad if you don’t want to do this.”
“Beck, the only time I’ll get mad is if you wind me up and leave me hanging. Although, sometimes that can be fun.”
Delayed gratification has never really been my thing but the few times I’ve done it have been enjoyable. And Beckett admitted to his limited experience. He might enjoy it.
I add it to a mental list of things to suggest we try in the future.
“All right. Fucking on the kitchen counter now. Bubble bath after that.”
Smiling, I hold onto his naked hips as he moves through the house. “Can I use scented bubbles?”
“Are there any other kind?”
His question is genuine and I remember his limited experience and exposure to adult females. “Yeah, you can get them in all sorts of scents. I had one that was fresh snow scented last Christmas. ”
“I only have whatever Whit bought when I had the tub installed.”
“Let’s worry about it later. Right now, I think you mentioned counter sex.”
“I did.” With a shrug of his shoulder, he has me upright and my ass on the cold counter. “But first. I’m hungry.”
Disappointment floods me. “Oh.”
Laughter booms through the room. “You should see your face.”
I know I’m pouting and I shouldn’t be ready for sex again already but I am.
“When I say hungry…” He grips my knees and shoves them wide. “I meant for you.”
In the next second Beckett is on his knees, his face buried in my crotch, tongue thrusting deep inside me.
I don’t have time to catch my breath. The man is a fast learner, he already knows his way around my pussy, and it takes little time for me to be crying out and convulsing with a boneshaking orgasm.
When I can finally breathe again, when my brain is working enough to form words, I voice a question I asked earlier. “Can I suck your cock now?”
Climbing to his feet, one large hand wrapped around the cock I’m dying to taste, he contemplates my question.
“Come on. It’s only fair. You’ve had your mouth on me all morning.”
“Can I hold your head and fuck your face?”
Jesus. We’ve gone from zero to a thousand in seconds. I shouldn’t be surprised. He may have been celibate but he’s not asexual. And I can’t stop myself from giving him what he wants.
“If that’s what you want to do, then yes. You can fuck my face.”
The grin that tilts his lips is little-boy cheeky and in total opposition to his next words.
“On your knees.”