Chapter 33 #2
Gavin
I felt almost…giddy. Buoyant. Like a cloud drifting lazily across a blue, blue sky.
I’d held Beck’s hand. And kissed him. In public .
It had felt more right than anything in my entire life, and I wanted to do it every day.
I couldn’t stop smiling the entire car ride home, and…I was proud of myself. Proud of how far I’d come, proud I’d been able to find some courage after all.
And on top of that, Beck’s words were a living thing in my head, drifting languorously and curling over every nerve-ending, making an anxious, anticipatory energy hum through me.
I wanted all those things, and I wanted them bad.
When we got back to the house, it was empty and Beck had a text from Anya saying she was at Sara’s but would be back around dinnertime.
Beck and I looked at each other, and the slow, wicked smile that spread across his face had my heart pounding and my blood pumping fast and hard. I moved closer to him, licked my lips, and said, “Go to the bedroom and get undressed, Becky.”
His smile grew wider, then he leaned in and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, biting down before releasing me. “As you wish.” He pecked my cheek and headed off down the hall, leaving me standing in the foyer. I watched the firm lines of his luscious ass move as he disappeared around the corner, then dropped the shopping bags and chased after him.
He wasn’t expecting me to jump on his back and cling to him like a spider monkey. He made a startled sound as he stumbled forward, grabbing onto my thighs and holding me tight.
“This ride’s gonna cost you,” he said as I nuzzled my nose into the soft skin behind his ear.
“How much?” I murmured, biting down on his pulse point. I felt his back muscles contract as he squeezed my thighs, so I pushed my hard cock into the small of his back.
“Fuck,” he grunted, shoving open the bedroom door. “Every last breath in your body.”
I scoffed. “That makes it sound like you want to kill me.”
He walked to the bed, turned around, and fell backwards. I didn’t realize what he was doing until he’d knocked the wind out of me, crushing me with that big body. I wheezed as I locked one arm around his neck and squeezed my legs around his waist as tight as I could. “You fucker,” I gritted out, biting down on the lobe of his ear.
He groaned and reached back to fist my hair, yanking so hard I immediately loosened my hold. A flash of heat stole my breath, the throbbing in my groin intensified, and Beck was able to move out of my grip and flip over until he was on top of me.
“You haven’t taken your clothes off,” I panted, staring up into his shining blue eyes, a color that both calmed and excited me all at once.
Beck’s gaze lowered to my mouth, then he leaned down and kissed me gently. Slowly. Until I’d forgotten everything else and there was only him, his heat, his lips, his love. When he pulled away, he rubbed his nose against mine and said, “I think I need to be punished for not listening.”
My laugh turned into a groan when he lowered his hips and slowly rubbed his hard length against mine. “Fuck, yes,” I said breathlessly. “Yes, you do. Now get naked, Becky.”
“You’re sexy when you’re bossy,” he said, smacking a kiss onto my lips and springing off me, making the entire bed shake and the headboard clack against the wall.
“I’m not helping you buy another frame if you break this one too,” I muttered, then forgot all about the bed when Beck started dragging his shirt over his head—slowly, taunting me, flexing all five thousand muscles and rubbing his hands down his front when he’d thrown the shirt off to the side.
“I think you would,” he said huskily, slipping his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and pushing them down until I could see the rigid base of his thick cock. “I think you would do anything for me.”
I palmed myself, pushing down hard and thrusting up into my hand, watching with greedy eyes as he slid the pants and boxers all the way down, his cock bobbing between his legs. He kicked away the clothes and took a step toward me.
“Would you?” he asked, a smile ghosting his lips.
“Would I what?” I rasped, squeezing my dick as I tried to look at every inch of him all at once.
“Do anything for me?” Beck took himself in hand and stroked up to the head, slowly curving his palm over the tip, then stroking back down.
My mouth had dried up and there was a ringing in my ears as I tried to move my own hand to mirror what he was doing, but the material of my pants wasn’t letting me. “Yes,” I whispered, raising my eyes back to his. “I would.”
His gaze softened, then took on a mischievous glint. He turned and headed toward the nightstand, and I just stared at his gorgeous ass.
Topping Beck was something I’d been wanting to do for a while now, but part of me was afraid—of myself, and of hurting him. Of doing something like this for the very first time. Of being bad at it.
Beck tossed a bottle of lube on the bed, then held out his hand to me. When I took it, he pulled me to my feet and into his body, kissed the corner of my eye, then grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I raised my arms to help him get it off, and his warm hands brushed down my chest and stomach as he sat down on the bed, finally setting them on my hips so he could drag me between his legs. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed my palm, then guided it to his head. I took over, sliding my fingers through his hair and stepping closer to him.
He gripped me just beneath my hips, those vibrant eyes full of emotion as he stared up at me. “I want to be the first and only man who ever gets to have that big, beautiful dick inside him, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about you fucking me. But you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it, okay?” He stroked his thumbs back and forth on my sensitive skin, then leaned forward and kissed my stomach.
My fingers tightened in his hair, my breath hitched, and I swallowed hard. How did he always— always —know what was happening in my head?
I traced a reverent finger along his cheekbone and said, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I never have to be afraid with you. And yeah, I’m a little nervous, but I want to experience everything with you, and I already know that no matter what happens, you’ll take care of me.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips, then rubbed my cheek against his, loving the rough scratch of our stubble.
He groaned into my shoulder as love and heat flooded every inch of my body, then grabbed my sweats and yanked them down my legs. I yelped in surprise, then shoved him onto his back, falling over him as my feet tangled in my pants. “You fucker,” I breathed, all lust and no anger as he laughed beneath me. I climbed fully on top of him, straddling him on all fours, my hard cock hanging heavily between my legs.
My eyes fastened to his lips, and when Beck started rubbing his hands down my thighs, then back up again, sending sparks of heat dancing through me, I raised my gaze to his. He was staring hungrily at my cock, and when he licked his lips, I let out a small, needy sound. His eyes darted up to mine, and he bit his bottom lip suggestively.
I was pretty sure we both wanted the same thing right now.
“Get up here,” he said softly, curling his fingers around the back of my thighs and urging me to move up his body. I didn’t hesitate, crawling forward until the tip of my cock brushed against his lips. He flattened his tongue and stuck it out, and my mind began clouding with an intense haze of pleasure. Pushing off my hands so I could sit up and watch, I slid the head of my cock along his tongue excruciatingly slowly. His mouth was warm and wet and fuck me, it felt so fucking good. I wanted to keep my dick here forever.
When I slowly pulled out, transfixed by the sight of my cock in his mouth, Beck said, “That’s it, baby. Do whatever feels good. I can take it.”
His eyes were bright with lust when he raised them to mine, and I shuddered as he smoothed his hands up my thighs, over my hips, and back to my ass, kneading slowly. When he opened his mouth and presented his tongue again, I pushed myself back inside. A low moan was followed by my breath hitching as I pressed into the back of his throat.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered raggedly, pushing against the resistance again, eyes riveted to the sight of my dick in his mouth. I started to roll my hips slowly, letting my cock keep hitting the back of his throat while he held his tongue still, and he started sliding his fingers in between my cheeks, rubbing them against my hole. I groaned at the sensations pulsing through me, my fingers flexing in his hair as I fucked in and out of his mouth. Beck moaned and tilted his head forward to take me deeper, swallowing around the head of my cock and making stars explode across my vision.
I pulled myself out of his mouth with a small cry. “I can’t—fuck, I don’t want to come yet. I wanna be inside you,” I panted, moving away from the temptation of his mouth, scooting back until I rested my ass on his lap.
He flexed his cock against me, then sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist. I clung to him as he kissed me, moaning into his mouth, and when he drew away, it took me a few moments to open my eyes.
“How do you want me, princess?”
I thrust myself against him and cradled the back of his head, staring into his eyes. The love in his gaze stole my breath, and I whispered, “Just like this. ’Til we’re old and gray and can’t wrestle anymore because we’ll both break our hips or have heart attacks.”
The laugh that barreled out of him was loud and bright, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. He kissed me there, smiling against my skin, and said, “You’ve got that. I meant what position do you want to lose your virginity in?”
When he pulled back to look at me, my blissful smile had turned into a scowl. I yanked hard on his hair and growled, “I told you not to call it that, you asshole.”
His smile grew wider as he stared into my eyes, and there was an evil glint in them. I didn’t fucking like that look, so I tried to scramble off him, but my ankles were still tangled in my sweats and his hold on me was too strong. “No—don’t you fucking dare! Beck, I swear to god, if you?—”
But his fingers were already dancing across my ribs, and I fell forward, trying to shove him back as I laughed and growled and gasped. He was merciful and stopped tickling me after a few seconds, picked me up, then turned and let me fall back onto the bed. I glowered up at him, my chest heaving as I pushed myself back with my hands. “You fucking prick, if that’s the kind of foreplay I have to look forward to, then?—”
I made a choked sound when he ripped my pants off my ankles and threw them to the floor, then climbed over me. He leaned down and dipped his tongue into my belly button, my stomach muscles tensing as he swirled the tip of it around my navel and started nibbling his way higher. My fingers threaded into his hair, and I bucked beneath him when he licked across my nipple, then bit down.
“How do you want me, princess?” He asked again, looking up at me.
I swallowed hard and said, “I want to see you.”
“You should be able to if you just keep your eyes open,” he said, unable to hide his smile.
“Oh, you—” I shoved at his shoulder, trying to scowl at him but failing. I knew I was grinning at him like an idiot, but I didn’t care. “Get on your fucking stomach, Beck. There’s something I wanna try.”
Beck’s smile grew and he pushed himself up on his knuckles, worked his way up my body, and kissed me hard. “Yes, princess,” he murmured, licking my cheek and moving over to do what I said.
My heart was pounding in anticipation, and I grabbed the lube from where he’d tossed it earlier.
“How ‘bout a massage while you’re back there?” he tossed over his shoulder. I slapped his ass in response, then caressed it. “Guess that’s a no?” he said, laughter in his voice.
“Ask me again later.” I straddled his thighs just under his ass and let my cock sit right between his cheeks. The sight of him lying beneath me was intoxicating. All that power, all that strength, all for me . I leaned forward and ran my hands over the hard planes of his back, soft skin over solid muscle, then kissed my way down his spine. When I reached his ass, I glanced up to find him watching me over his shoulder. He gave me a gentle smile, then waggled his eyebrows like an idiot.
“Go ahead. You can do whatever you want, baby. It’s all yours.”
With a moan, I closed my eyes and nuzzled my face against his left cheek, then bit down, taking a sizable piece of flesh between my teeth.
Beck jolted and shouted, “Fuck! What—too hard , Gavin!”
I laughed and caught his glare, then licked over the bite. He’d tensed up, but relaxed again when I started placing little kisses all over his ass. I ran my fingers between his cheeks, and his deep groan went straight to my dick.
“Can I finger you?” I asked, wondering if I’d even make it through that without coming.
“What did I just say, baby? Anything you want. This belongs to you. I belong to you.”
I licked my lips, and when I pulled my eyes from his ass, I found him watching me again.
“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about,” he said softly, always knowing what I was feeling. There was so much comfort in that. “I’ll like whatever you do. Because it’s you.”
Having my own words given back to me was everything I needed in that moment.
“Okay,” I whispered, positioning myself closer. “Can you…”
Despite his words, I still felt slightly out of my element.
“Can I what, princess?”
“I really want to fuck your thighs. While I finger you.”
Beck shoved his face into the pillow and ground down into the bed, and I was mesmerized by the shifting lines of his glutes as he moved.
There was a muffled, “Fuck,” and then he lifted his face up and said, “Yes, baby. You better fucking do that, even if it is a little ambitious.”
Knowing how much he wanted me to do that felt…empowering. It was fucking heady, and I wanted to make him feel so goddamn good that he lost his mind. Just like he made me lose mine.
I gripped his flanks and pushed my hips forward, rubbing my aching dick into his crease and smearing my precum all over him. I really liked the way that looked. “Say please, Becky,” I rasped, barely able to hear anything over the roaring in my ears.
“Jesus. Please, princess,” he groaned, pushing back against me.
Was this how he felt, making me crazy for him? Was this what it was like, getting to give the person you loved more than anything what they wanted? What they needed ?
“Okay, baby,” I said softly.
Beck stilled beneath me, but I was too busy pouring lube onto my hand to really think about why. I gave my cock a stroke, then brought my fingers to his crease and used my other hand to pull his cheeks apart, my breath hitching at the sight of his hole.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, and I wasn’t surprised my hand was shaking when I started rubbing the lube around his rim. My entire body was on fire, my breaths were coming in short, sharp bursts, and it was like my vision had narrowed until all I could see was my index finger nudging against his hole, then slipping inside. My cock was so hard it was actually painful, just throbbing with every beat of my heart as I began to push my finger in, then draw it out, then push it in even deeper.
Someone was moaning—no, it was me, I was moaning, probably drooling, and when Beck said huskily, “Two. Two fingers, baby,” I slid a second finger in. Beck had started pressing back against my fingers, trying to take them deeper into his body, and the heat of him inside, the way he wanted more of me, had me needing more of him .
“Fuck. Yes, just like that. Oh, god, that feels amazing,” he groaned.
I kept two fingers in his hole and used my other hand to position my dick right beneath it, right between his thighs. When Beck felt me there, he moved his legs closer together so that they tightened around me. Bracing a hand on the bed beside his hip, I started thrusting between his legs and pushing my fingers deeper into his hole at the same time, and I nearly came at the first brush of my cock against his balls.
“Jesus Christ, Gavin,” Beck said hoarsely, and when I glanced up at him, he was looking back at me, his eyes burning with love and desire and some other emotion I couldn’t place. Pride?
“Is this—” Oh fuck. Beck squeezed his legs together, and the pressure almost made me collapse. My hips faltered as I gasped in air, my eyes rolled back, and a tortured sound came from my chest. When he rolled his hips in a sinuous move, taking my fingers deeper, thick thighs squeezing my cock even tighter, when I felt the orgasm building and trying to reach that peak, I ripped myself away from him, falling onto my side and breathing hard.
“You cheated,” I panted, shoving at his hip. Beck laughed and I wanted to kiss him. Instead, I slapped his ass, then got distracted by the sight of his hard cock when he rolled onto his back.
“Come here, princess,” he said, voice thick and deep and rough. I could tell by the look in his eyes that this was it, he was ready for me, and fuck if I wasn’t ready for him.
I’d probably come as soon as I was inside him.
Fuck it. It didn’t matter. We had a lifetime to do this over and over again.
When I pushed up onto my hands and knees, Beck spread his legs and pulled me on top of him. The feel of his erection against mine had me groaning and sinking lower, rutting into him and chasing the dizzying waves of ecstasy that were pummeling me.
Beck stilled my frantic movements with his hands on my hips. “Hold on, you’re gonna make me come and I’d rather wait until you’re inside me.”
I glared at him even though I agreed, then dipped my head and sucked the hard bud of his nipple into my mouth, relishing his surprised grunt and the possessive way his hands rubbed over my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling them apart. It felt so fucking good I could barely concentrate on what I was doing. I bit down gently on his nipple, then swirled my tongue around it, moaning into his skin when his fingers fisted my hair in a tight hold that sent electric jolts right to my cock.
“Come on, baby,” he said roughly. “I want to feel you now. I want to watch your face as you pump me full of your cum and fall apart on top of me.”
I groaned and shoved my face against his throat, then pushed up onto my knees and grabbed the lube.
“I promise not to break the bed.”
“I wish you would,” he said with a smirk.
I poured a generous amount of lube on my fingers, then slathered it over every inch of my dick. Beck pulled his legs up so that his hole was completely exposed to me.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I ran my hand up his thigh, positioning the head of my cock right at his entrance. My heart was thundering in my ribcage as I leaned forward and set my hands just above his shoulders. My face was inches from his, and I hadn’t moved at all, was just breathing the same air as him.
“I love you,” I whispered, lost in his eyes. The safest place I’d ever be. There was only love and acceptance in those midnight blues.
Beck cupped my face in his big hands, drawing me in for a kiss. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth, sliding it slowly along mine, then pulled back. “I love you more,” he said softly.
“It’s not a competition,” I grumbled, glaring at him. My heart was bursting with affection as his chest vibrated beneath me with his laughter.
“You gonna fuck me or what?” he taunted, rubbing his thigh against my own, moving his hips so that my cock started to push into him.
“Fuck you, Beck,” I said on a moan, taking over and sliding all the way inside him until my hips were flush against him. The wet heat squeezing my dick had me gasping, and when he clenched around me, my eyes rolled back. I was choking on pleasure, drowning in ecstasy, and I hadn’t even moved yet.
“Fuck baby, you feel fucking perfect,” Beck rasped, sliding his fingers into my hair and tugging hard.
“Unngh,” I moaned, my hips starting to move, chasing all that pleasure. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, biting and sucking on him as I pumped into him over and over again. “Becky,” I panted. “This is—you feel so good. Oh my god .”
Beck’s hands, which had been running all over my body, squeezing and stroking, came up to grip either side of my head, pulling me up to capture my lips in his, groaning into my mouth and lifting his hips to meet every single one of my thrusts.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned when he pulled my hair. I started mindlessly driving into him, harder and harder, the headboard banging against the wall. I could feel the mounting orgasm, could hardly keep my eyes open, and when he bit down on my bottom lip and gave my hair a sharp tug, I convulsed on top of him. My shout turned into a throaty moan as I shoved my cock as deep as it could go. My entire body locked up as I erupted inside him, ecstasy exploding through me and robbing me of all of my senses until I was just a pulsing mass of euphoria, riding wave after wave of bliss.
When it finally began to ebb, I slumped on top of him. He kissed me near my eye and rubbed at the nape of my neck with one hand, tracing the dip of my spine with the other.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmured.
There was a twinge in my heart that bordered on painful, and my breath hitched like I might start crying.
Fuck.
I nuzzled my cheek aggressively against his, then turned and slipped my tongue into his mouth, inhaling his moan as he splayed his hands on either side of my face and greedily kissed me back.
“Did you come?” I panted when I pulled back. I didn’t feel anything wet and sticky. I lifted myself up a little to look down between our bodies, and shame washed over me when I noticed he was still achingly hard.
He hadn’t come. Was I that bad? Embarrassment brought an intense rush of heat to my face, but when Beck gripped my chin and forced me to meet his eyes, I couldn’t find it in me to resist him.
There was nothing but love there. No disappointment. No disgust. Just plain, pure love.
Relief filled my bones, making them feel like jelly.
“You were perfect, princess. And I’ll be coming very soon, don’t worry,” he said, smiling at me.
“Okay,” I whispered, about to go in for another kiss when he slid out from underneath me, pressed his massive hand into my back to hold me down, and positioned himself on top of me, nudging my legs up with his knees until I was spread open for him.
Oh, fuck, yes .
“Look at you,” he rasped, rubbing his cock through my cheeks. I heard him pop the cap of the lube, felt it drizzle over my crack, then felt his fingers spread it down until he slid two inside me. I jumped, then moaned into the pillow as he started opening me up for him. “So fucking beautiful,” he growled. I glanced over my shoulder to see him bend down and bite my left cheek, just like I’d done to him. I gasped and then moaned as the pain flared through my groin and blended with the euphoria still pumping through me, unable to stop myself from humping into the bed, getting hard all over again.
“Beck,” I groaned. “ Please .”
“Tit for tat, baby. Who does this ass belong to?” He smoothed his hand over the spot he’d just bitten, then spanked me there.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck, you. It’s yours. It belongs to you,” I rushed out.
He kissed my ass where he’d bitten and spanked me, then moved over me, lining his cock up with my entrance. He slid his hand into my hair and pulled my head to the side, then murmured in my ear, “That’s right. You’re mine. Always have been and always will be.”
I reached back and spread my hand over his flank, always wanting to feel him, his strength, his confidence, his power. He started pushing into me, and the low whine coming from my throat made him groan. When he was as deep as he could go, when his hips were flush against my ass, he said gruffly, “Come here,” then dragged me up onto my knees with him. I moaned and clutched at his arms as he wrapped one around my chest and curled his other hand right below my jaw, lightly holding my throat. He bit down right where my neck met my shoulder and started pumping his cock into me, short, hard thrusts that punched the air out of me. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My vision was blurring at the edges as he fucked me and filled me.
“Breathe, baby,” he said, stilling his hips. He brushed his hand down my chest, then moved it in slow circles. “Breathe for me.”
I gasped in a breath, then another, and then he laughed softly and said, “Good. Always so fucking good for me and only me.” He slammed into me over and over again, until heat began pooling at the base of my spine in overwhelming waves, until my balls were drawn up tight and I could feel myself hurtling toward another orgasm. Beck moved his hand down and gripped me, then pushed two of his fingers past my lips and said, “Come, baby. Come with me.”
I cried out, my body tensing in his hold as my cock jerked in his hand, pulsing with every burst of my cum, and then he bit my neck and started coming inside me, thick, hot spurts of his cum filling me and filling me until it began to fade. I fell forward and he fell on top of me, breathing hard. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, then kept kissing down my shoulder.
“I love you,” he murmured, keeping his softening cock buried in my ass. “And I love your body. Especially your shitty tattoos.”
I grunted a laugh beneath him. He slid his hand over mine and linked our fingers together, and I sank into the bed with a sigh.
“I think steel frame is the only way to go when your lover is an elephant,” I said breathlessly.
He laughed and buried his nose in my hair. “Or a baby hippo.”
“Fuck you, Beck.”
“You just did. How was it?”
I grunted again, then said, “Fucking incredible.”
“Yeah. You are.” He kissed my cheek as I scoffed and blushed.
“Lame,” I mumbled.
“You called me baby,” he said quietly, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.
“No, I didn’t.” Did I?
“Yeah, you did, don’t gaslight me. And I think you should do it again. If you want.”
The warmth in my chest rivaled that of the big body at my back, and I shoved my face deeper into the pillow.
I did want. I wanted everything when it came to Beck, wanted every piece of him, mind, body, and soul, and I’d give him whatever he wanted of me. I knew I didn’t have to do anything to prove my love to him, though, and he’d never ask for anything I couldn’t give. What we felt for each other…it was a bond as strong as—as his steel frame bed. Our steel frame bed. Unbreakable and enduring.
At least, I was hoping the bed didn’t break again. It was fucking expensive.
Beck stayed on top of me for a while, knowing how much I liked it. I knew how much he liked it, too, because he had every inch of me right where he wanted me, right where I belonged.
The only place I’d ever belonged.