Chapter Nine
Kennedy Noelle
I am so turned on it’s ridiculous, so I am pretty sure my arousal is about to drip down between my thighs.
I have never been this wet, ever. Carson could never.
Most of the time, it was an effort with him, and I’d let my mind wander to thoughts of Zac Efron just to get me going.
But Beckett, holy shit balls. He’s only got to look at me, and he’s wrecked my panties.
He says he doesn’t want to rush tonight, but I’m not sure how I am meant to last beyond this torturous foreplay he’s dishing out.
In a very brave and uncharacteristic move from me, I reach behind my back, unfasten my bra, letting my full breasts bounce free as the fabric falls to the ground.
“Fuck.” He groans out as his tongue swipes along his lower lip.
I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my breasts.
I’ve always felt they were a little too big for my frame, but watching Beckett’s eyes darken as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks, has my head rolling back in pleasure.
He cups them and gently massages them between his rough hands, all my fears and worries evaporate.
He lowers himself to his knees, wearing only his pants, and Holy Mother of God, I have never had a man on his knees for me before.
The muscles in his shoulders and back ripple and flex as he gets into position.
The artwork that covers his arms is a breathtaking sight.
I never knew tattoos could be so intricate and beautiful.
I think I could spend all night just studying his body, committing every part to memory, because that is all tonight will become. A memory that I know I’ll never forget.
He presses open mouth kisses to my hip and then my naval, and his tongue flicks the belly button piercing I got on spring break last year; the only wild thing I’ve done. Carson said it looked cheap, but the way Beckett is working his tongue over my skin, I’d say he has a very different opinion.
“This is hot as fuck.” He groans as he flicks his tongue over my metal bar.
His hands glide up my bare thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my thong, and he gently pulls them down slowly, so slowly I almost tear them off my body myself.
But, when he lets the flimsy fabric drop to the floor and buries his face between my thighs, and inhales my scent, my knees almost buckle.
“Oh my god,” I gasp. My hands fly to the back of his head as the tip of his nose rubs my clit, and I begin to pant.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs against my center.
He worships my body in a way I didn’t know existed. Slowly, and steadily, he relishes in the feel and taste of my body.
Just when I fear my legs can no longer hold me up, he gently guides me to sit on the edge of the bed, placing a firm hand on my chest and lowering me back.
He doesn’t waste a second, moving in between my thighs once again, hooking my legs over his shoulders, and clamping his hands on my waist and tugging me toward him.
With a grin and a cheeky wink that could easily have me orgasming on the spot, he dives right in and runs his hot tongue through my folds, pulling an ungodly noise out of me.
I lift my head to watch this man eat my pussy like his last meal on death row.
He hums in appreciation as my body writhes under his touch, and that sound alone has me gripping the sheets with white knuckle force.
My orgasm builds, but not in a way I’m used to.
No, this is a whole other level. Is this what I’ve been missing out on?
Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Because if so, sign me the fuck up for an annual pass to ride Beckett's face.
He pushes a finger inside me, and that is my undoing.
“Beckett, please…” I choke out, my tone desperate, and as the pressure builds, my legs tighten around his neck. I’m sure I am cutting off his air supply, but it only seems to encourage him more.
The pace of his fingers quickens, and the sound of my arousal echoes around the room. With one firm suck of my clit, I come undone. I free fall as a wave of pleasure hits me with such a force my body shudders as he continues to work me through my orgasm.
My legs relax and fall from his shoulders, and my feet hit the floor.
He stands over me, his lips swollen and glistening with evidence of my pleasure.
He wipes them with the back of his hands and sucks on the finger I assume was the one inside me.
The sight makes my stomach flutter and my jaw go slack.
I don’t know if I should thank him or beg him to do it again. Instead, I reach for his belt and pull him toward me. “My turn.”
I work his belt, not wasting a second. I tug his pants and boxer shorts down, and I am caught off guard when his thick, hard cock springs free.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, my eyes wide as I focus on the head of his dick, leaking pre cum.
I’ve never really been keen on giving blow jobs, but right now, I want to devour every inch of his hard length.
I stand, manoeuvring him to sit on the bed, and I kneel before him, the same way he did for me.
Even though I’m the one of my knees, the position feels powerful, because the way he’s looking down at me, I think I could do anything to this man, and he’d let me.
I wrap my delicate fingers around his thick shaft and begin pumping slowly, up and down, using the pad of my thumb to rub over his tip.
“Fuck.” I take that as my cue to pump faster, poking out my tongue to lap up his pre cum, which sends his head rolling back. I watch in fascination as his abs contract with every movement I make.
I slide my free hand up his thick thighs and take as much of him as I can into my mouth.
I bob my head, sucking and swirling my tongue.
The moans coming from him have me pressing my own thighs together, and when his hand lands on the back of my head to guide me up and down, it’s all the encouragement I need to cup his balls and massage them.
In an unexpected move, I am dragged to my feet, and his mouth comes down on mine. He steals my breath, and I let him.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind and come, and I’m not ready for this to be over.”
“But I want to taste you.” I pout.
“Oh, you will, baby. Don’t you worry. I just want to savor every moment with you.”
Baby.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
“You, on your back. Legs spread.”
A thrill runs through me, and I crawl onto the bed and watch as he walks over to the mini bar fridge takes out a bottle of champagne. The cork pops, the bubbles overflowing. Beckett takes it in his mouth and downs it. I watch as his neck flexes as he takes down the bubbly liquid.
“Want some?” he asks, holding up the bottle. I nod slowly.
“Open up for me, angel.”
I do as I’m told. He grips my chin firmly, keeping me still as he pours champagne straight from the bottle into my waiting mouth. I swallow the liquid down, the bubbles exploding on my tongue, and the sensation makes me dizzy in the most delicious way.
I watch him drink from the bottle again, and then he grips my jaw again, titling my head. I wait, open-mouthed for the bottle to meet my lips again, but instead, champagne free-falls from his mouth into mine, and I swear, it is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Champagne runs down my chin, and Beckett laps it up, trailing his tongue back up to my mouth, where he steals my breath once again. This man kisses with meaning, and I don’t think another kiss could ever compare.
“I need to taste you again,” he says.
“But I haven't finished tasting you.”
“I have a way we can fix both our problems.” I eye him curiously. He sets the bottle down on the nightstand and, with what is clearly a practiced move, he has me on my back and spins me so my head is now hanging over the edge of the bed.
“Open up for me angel, and have your taste.” When the tip of his cock touches my lips, I do my best to open up the back of my throat and take him all the way in.
I’ve never done it like this before. I reach up and grip onto his thighs for leverage, afraid I’ll slip off the bed.
“Yes, just like that. I’ve wanted to fill up this mouth of yours all day.” I press my thighs together, his words turning me on. He hovers over my body, pulling apart my legs just enough for him to lower himself, then his tongue is on me, and I almost choke on his cock.
He goes to work, repeating his movements from earlier. I grind against his mouth, needing more. We work in tandem. The harder I suck, the more he does the same on my clit, and when his digits work their way inside me again, my thighs fall open, inviting him in.
With every stroke of his tongue, the feeling builds, and I know I’m close, but this time the pressure is so intense, I’m not sure I can cope.
His breathing becomes choppy, his pace quickens, and my thighs begin to shake with the intense pleasure building between them.
My body spasms beneath him, and he pins my thighs to the mattress.
I feel so exposed right now, yet safe with him.
His fingers curl inside of me, and that’s all I need.
A scream tries to work its way up my throat, but his cock twitches in my mouth, almost choking me.
With a warm hum in my chest, I sink my nails into the hot skin of his thigh muscles.
He finger fucks me with punishing thrusts, and my pussy pulses as I feel his body stiffen above me and hot ropes of cum shoot down my throat.
I do my best to lap up every drop as I reach my own climax, soaking his face with my arousal and I scream around his cock.
This orgasm feels a hundred times more intense than the last, and I’m not sure if I am still conscious.
I suck in greedy gasps of air when he releases his cock from my mouth and I shuffle up onto the bed to prevent myself from falling, my head feeling dizzy as the blood returns to my head properly.
“Fuck, angel, who knew you were a squirter?”
Not me.
I roll onto my side, trying to even out my breathing and hide my embarrassment as he wipes the remnants of my pleasure from his lips and chin.
“Oh my god. What, was that?” I pant, using my forearms to push myself up to a seating position and reach for my panties and dress. I think I’m going to need three to five business days to process what just happened.
When I stand to put on my panties, his strong hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me back down on top of him, and we come face to face.
“Oh, baby, we aren’t done here,” he says with a seductive purr. He rolls me onto my back, and he’s back on me.
“I need to be inside of you.” That buzz of excitement returns just with a few words from him. How am I so affected by this man?
“I need that too,” I say breathlessly, hooking a leg over his waist, pulling him closer, realizing I don’t want to leave. I don’t want this night to end. He sucks on the sensitive flesh of my collarbone, and I grind against his hardening cock, letting it slip between my lips and over my clit.
“Don’t move.” He lifts off me, reaching for his pants, pulling out his wallet, searching for what I assume is a condom. When he holds up a small foil packet, I breathe a sigh of relief, combined with a brief wave of panic. How is he going to fit inside of me?
He wastes no time ripping open the packet and rolling the condom down over his hard length, all while staring down at me with a hungry glint in his eye. The man is a machine. How is he hard again?
He lowers himself between my open legs and I gasp when the tip of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Don’t worry baby, we’ll go slow.” I nod, words failing me. He pushes inside me, slowly, and inch by inch, I open up for him until, to my utter shock, he bottoms out.
It only takes a few seconds for my body to adjust to his size, and then he’s moving. His mouth finds mine as he rocks inside of me. We fit together like we were made to. It feels effortless, and that pressure in my core returns.
He leans back, taking a pillow from beside my head.
I nearly moan in protest, but he taps my ass cheek and gives me an order.
“Lifts your hips.” I do it without question, and truthfully, I’ve never been someone that likes to take orders, but I am putty in this man’s hands.
He slides the pillow underneath me and then he grips my tilted hips firmly and pushes back inside.
The angle is so much deeper, and my eyes flutter shut.
“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me while I fuck you.”
My eyes spring open and I watch his throat dip as he swallows.
His eyes are full of desire as he hooks my leg over his shoulder, deepening our connection even more and then continues to drill me into the mattress with such a force my breasts bounce with every thrust. Needing something to hold, I lift my arms to grip the wooden headboard.
“Yes, good girl, you take my cock like a fucking dream, angel.” His words of praise have my back arching, giving him space to place his hand underneath and pull me closer.
He captures my wrists, pinning them above me, so I am helpless and completely at this man's mercy; there's nowhere I’d rather be.
I let him take control, pushing my body to its limit.
“Beckett, please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“Make me come. Please, make me come.” I plead shamelessly
And boy, does he.
“Beckett.” His name falls from my lips like a prayer.
My orgasm rips through me, and I can now say I am a member of the triple orgasm club.
He continues moving inside me as my orgasm rolls through me.
When the sensation settles, he pulls the pillow out from under me, and my body sags, utterly spent and sated.
He pushes a hand through his now damp hair, his chest heaving with exertion, and I roll onto my side, feeling my eyes drift close, but flips me onto my front and then pulls my back to his hard chest.
“Angel, we aren’t finished here. I’m not done with you yet. I know you’ve got another one in you.”