Chapter 8 #2
Beck seems fine with it. His fingers fly to the buttons on my flannel, and he gets to work. He is good with his hands. My shirt is on the floor a moment later, and he groans as all my ink comes into view.
And I love the hungry gleam in his eye. It sends an unfamiliar zing down my spine. Like someone reconnected a broken wire, and suddenly my blood’s running south.
“You see something you like?” I ask, like I’m starring in the world’s most clichéd porn film.
The answer must be yes, because he’s bending slightly to run his tongue over the ink on my pecs. Sparks of joy shoot through my veins. My body flares, and my brain shuts up, and now my hand is cuffing the back of Beck’s solid neck as I lead him out of the kitchen.
“Let’s save time and move this into the bedroom.”
“Hallelujah,” he mutters. “I literally thought you’d never ask.”
You and me both.
I usher him into my darkened room, haul the comforter off the bed, and flick on the lamp. The light creates golden shadows on Beck’s rippling chest as he lets out a happy sigh.
“You ready to round those bases?” I rumble.
“Yeah, go on. Wreck me.” He grabs the waistband of his track pants and shoves them down. “I just stopped forty-seven pucks and took the most thorough shower of my life. So let’s see how this is done.”
“All right,” I say, but I don’t move. I just take a moment to appreciate the view. Standing here, with Beck looking at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, my own desire feels painful in its intensity, like blood rushing back into a limb that’s fallen asleep.
Finally, I step into his personal space and run my hands down his pecs. The animal heat of him is like medicine.
“Fuck.” Beck tilts his face toward the ceiling and gasps. “Again.”
I do even better. Clasping his trim waist, I lean in and kiss his throat.
“Nnng,” he says as his hands join the party. Eager fingers skim around my back and then down to my ass, which is still clad in sweats. And just that simple touch gives me goosebumps.
It’s been so, so long.
Taking a slow breath, I run my hands over his abs, my thumbs sweeping down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. I use one thumb to lower them by a single inch.
“Yeah, yeah,” he begs. “Do it.”
So naturally, I make him wait. I kiss his collar bone and then his nipple before slowly sinking to my knees. Along the way, I run my mouth over the bumps of his abs and across the tight skin just above his waistband.
He sucks in a breath as my knees meet the carpet. And then I finally get a look at his very hard cock, trapped inside those briefs. It’s long and strong, like the rest of him. Slowly, teasingly, I lean in and run my lips along the tightly stretched cotton covering his shaft.
“Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow,” Beck chants, shoving down his briefs and stepping out of them. A porn-star-worthy cock flops up to stand proudly beside my face.
“Christ, Beck,” I murmur. “You’re beautiful.” I nuzzle his cock, inhaling the clean scents of soap and salt.
Above me, Beck gulps for air.
We probably walked into the house less than five minutes ago, and I’m already wrapping my hand around his girth and taking the fat head of him against my tongue. Like it’s easy, like I do this every day.
“Just so you know, if I pass out, it’s a compliment. Like the highest form of compliment. Five stars. Would recommend.”
“Aw, brace yourself, honey. I’m just getting started.” I run a hand up his lightly furred thigh, feeling his muscles twitch with anticipation. Then I open my mouth and take as much of his cock as I can manage.
With a groan, Beck curls his hands into my hair. And when I glance up at him, he looks wrecked, his mouth a sexy grimace.
I feel triumphant as I suck him down. Beck told me he needed this, but what if I needed it even more? I’d forgotten how this works—the way that getting on your knees is both vulnerable and powerful. The push and pull. The tension and the glory.
And who knew it would take the most socially awkward man in Colorado to shove me out of my rut? I’m pleasuring him with everything I’ve got, and we’re both loving it.
His legs start shaking, and I can tell he’s trying so hard not to come. I release him with a wet pop. “Be a good boy for me and don’t blow yet, okay?”
“Trying,” he pants. “But the inside of my brain right now is just your name on repeat with exclamation points—like a really aggressive text message. I’m not ready to finish, though. Let’s switch it up.”
“Yeah?” My dick throbs at the very idea. “Sit on the bed,” I order. Then I shove down my pants and step out of my underwear, and we both kick off our socks.
This really isn’t where I thought I’d end my night. But now we’re both naked, with Beck seated on my bed, his legs spread wantonly. I’m standing over him, and he’s staring up at me like he just won the lottery.
I grip the back of his neck and step between his legs. “Go on, then. Let’s see how you use that mouth.”
He lets out a little moan as I guide his face to my groin. He kisses my abs, as his long fingers wrap around my shaft. “God, you feel good.”
He strokes me slowly, and I hiss.
“Okay, I’m going in.” He dips his head and takes my cockhead into his mouth, still moving slowly, almost experimentally.
“There it is,” I say. Or I try to say it, anyway. The second his tongue meets my cock, my body bursts into flames, and I’m pretty sure what comes out of my mouth is more of a mumbled groan.
Blue eyes flick upwards to mine as Beck clocks my reaction. Then he actually smiles around my cock.
It’s smug, but I like it. My body thrums with an intensity that shocks me. He experiments with a lick and then a suck.
“You’re…” I try. “So…”
He tilts his head to a new angle, and talking’s impossible again. There’s only sensation—the slam of my heart into my ribs and the erotic assault of Beck learning the ins and outs of a blowjob.
He’s a quick study. As one hand curls around my shaft and the other one cups my balls, his tongue tries out wicked, wicked tricks.
Breathe. I lift my gaze and try to center myself in the moment, but all I can do is gasp and spin out of control in the best possible way. Winding my fingers more tightly into Beck’s hair, I experiment with a couple of shallow thrusts.
He moans. God. I look down and see that he’s freed one of his hands to jerk himself.
“Hey, none of that,” I rumble. “Don’t get yourself off. That’s my job.”
He makes a horny noise of protest but then releases himself. He also releases me, though. I’m about to ask why, when he gives my hand a sharp tug. The result is that I end up on the bed sprawled alongside him.
“Fuck yes,” he says, hauling me up on the mattress, rolling toward me. “I want your skin on mine.”
I open my mouth, but anything I might’ve said is lost when he cups my chin and plants a hot, hungry kiss on me.
Okay, wow. Beck is new at this, and also, he can’t know I never kiss my hookups on the mouth. I guess that policy has changed, because a few seconds later I’m chasing his tongue with mine.
And who’s the virgin here? It’s like I’ve never been kissed before. Beck’s tongue slides against mine, and I moan loudly.
What is happening?