5
Penny
Twenty minutes later, I’m putting on the show of a lifetime and singing my heart out to “Can’t Fight The Moonlight” by LeAnn Rimes, while spreading pancake batter around the stainless-steel frying pan I smuggled in here a few weeks back.
Beckett may have turned a simple townhouse in the middle of Mawson Lakes into a mid-century-modern enthusiasts dream, complete with beautiful teak and walnut furnishings, and moody lighting, but all he had in terms of cookware before I came along was a set of second-hand burned-bottomed saucepans and a bunch of plastic utensils.
After one too many mishaps, I cracked the shits, threw them all away, and went shopping.
I smirk to myself, remembering the thank you he gave me when I showed him my haul, and as I release the handle of the frying pan, goosebumps erupting along my arms. I turn my head to find Beckett standing at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall, looking at me through sleepy, hooded eyes, and wearing nothing but a loose-fitting pair of blue and white checkered pyjama bottoms.
He is so ruggedly masculine. Solid from head to toe.
So. Damn. Delicious.
And sporting one hell of a semi.
“Morning, beautiful,” he says, his voice still low and gravelly.
He’s looking at me like I’m a goddess rather than a crazy lady with bed hair, dancing around the kitchen in one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, making pancakes before the sun has risen, and when he steps forward, I bite my lip and watch his abdominal muscles shift under his deep, olive skin. He smiles as he approaches, and little lines form at the corners of his green eyes. Neither of us breaks eye contact as he moves closer, but I blindly reach behind me and place the spatula on the counter, freeing up my hands.
“Good morning,” I reply, returning his cheesy grin.
He cocks his head to the side a little, as if studying my expression, and then raises his hand between us to cup my jaw. “Take my breath away when you smile at me like that,” he whispers, tilting my head up just a little further as he leans down.
“Oh, yeah?” My eyes flutter closed as his lips linger on mine and his thumb runs along my skin.
“Mhmm.” He kisses me so gently, I barely feel the pressure and then he moves his mouth to the left a little, kissing the corner of mine, before moving further down to the sensitive spot just under my ear. “Why are you awake, baby? It’s early.”
“Had a bad dream,” I reply before I can think better of it.
“About what?” he asks, leaning back a little so he can see my face.
I shake my head as his grip on my jaw tightens slightly. “Nothing. Don’t worry about. I can barely remember it now.” His eyes bounce back and forth between mine, so I add, “I made pancakes. You hungry?”
He doesn’t believe me, I can tell. But thankfully, he lets it go, smiles down at me, and says, “Starving.”
Quickly, he reaches around me, turns off the stove and moves the frying pan to a cool burner, and then he bends, wraps his hands around the backs of my legs, and hoists me into the air. I cling to his shoulders as he spins around and gently places me onto the kitchen island. An involuntary gasp escapes me as the warm skin of my bare ass hits the cool granite countertop, and he wedges himself between my thighs. I lean back on my hands, holding myself up, as he bends down and buries his face in my neck. “Something I want to talk to you about,” he whispers gruffly into my ear. “And I want you to hear me without losing your shit.”
That’s never good, but okay.
Thinking fast, and attempting to draw his attention elsewhere, I raise one hand between us and place it on his chest. “Or…” I grin, pushing him back a little. “We could not talk.”
His green eyes bore into mine as I run the tips of my fingers all the way down his bare torso, pausing only when I reach the waistband of his pants. His abdominal muscles tense as I slip under the elastic and my fingernails graze his pubic bone. “Doesn’t that sound more fun?”
“Pen.” He groans as I reach down and gently grasp his incredibly long, thick length in my hand. “Love…” He grunts, eyes fluttering closed, as I tighten my grip.
He moves his hands to my thighs and squeezes, but before he can say another word, I weave my free hand around the back of his neck and tug his face down to mine. He gives in immediately and grins against my mouth as he kisses me, and I stroke him, taking my time and appreciating every bulging vein running along his dick. His hands wander further up my thighs, slowly moving his t-shirt up my body as he does, exposing my black cotton thong. He squeezes the flesh of my hips and groans into my mouth as I rotate my wrist, just the way he likes it.
“Pen,” he groans before tugging my bottom lip between his teeth. I hiss at the sting, and the way my body responds to it.
I arch my back, pulling my lip from his hold and pressing my chest into his as he runs his hands under the t-shirt and up my sides, his thumbs grazing the sides of my breasts. I grin, my eyes fluttering closed, as his mouth moves to my neck, and his wandering hands get closer and closer to my now aching nipples.
“Beck,” I whine, releasing him, and pulling my hand from his pants to place it on the back of his head as he begins kissing his way down my shoulder, and then my arm, moving my t-shirt up over my breasts as he does. “Just fuck me, baby. It’s too early for foreplay. I’m ready.”
My breath catches in my throat as he comes face to face with my pointed, sensitive nipples, and his beautiful green eyes meet mine. “You don’t want to play, Love?” he asks, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips.
“I…” I bite my bottom lip and watch as he leans in and sucks one aching nipple into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine.
I run my fingers through his hair, moaning softly, and unable to look away. It feels incredible; the way he rolls my nipple around in his mouth, using his tongue to tease and torture me, but I’m not feeling particularly patient this morning. “No more,” I whine as my hips jerk involuntarily, searching for some relief, but I can’t do a damn thing to ease the ache, given that he’s wedged himself between my legs. “No more teasing.”
“Hmmm.” He hums around my nipple while running his knuckles along my panty covered slit, finding my clit through the fabric immediately. “You sure?”
“Please.” It’s the only word I can manage to find as he increases the pressure and swirls his tongue at the same time.
He takes pity on me, and after one final, smug chuckle, he releases me with a pop and takes a step back. Hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his pants, he tugs them down so that they pool at his feet, and my mouth waters as I take him in, in all his naked glory.
Beckett may not have visible tattoos, but the one he does have is both incredibly funny and beautiful in a way. Just like him.
I stare down at the most intricately detailed black and white dragon head, which is inked directly onto his pubic bone, and follow the tail of the beast as it wraps proudly around his length, finishing just before the head, where the silver bar of his Prince Albert piercing decorates the tip.
The metal practically sparkles as he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes himself while I tug his t-shirt from my body, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I toss the shirt across the room before lying back a little, holding myself up on my forearms and elbows, this time, instead of my hands. Slowly, as he watches me through heavy lids and runs his hand up and down his cock, I lift my feet, one at a time, so that my heels are resting against the edge of the countertop. His eyes zero in on my barely covered pussy, and I run one hand down my bare stomach until I reach my panties.
He groans as I push the black fabric to one side and let him see me.
Almost immediately, he drops to his knees, putting him at eye level with my core.
He leans in, and I feel his hot breath against my inner thigh just before he nips at it with his teeth. I hiss from the sensation but barely have a moment to register the sting before he’s torn my underwear off and sucked my clit between his lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke out, throwing my head back and placing my arm where it needs to be to prevent me from falling flat on my back. “Shit.”
It takes him all of three minutes to have me squirming, pinching my own nipples, and so close to coming that I can taste it.
“Fuck me.” I moan. “Beckett, fuck me. Please .”
“Come,” he half says, half groans against me, before flicking his tongue against my throbbing clit again.
“No,” I hiss, unable to stop myself from squeezing his head between my thighs. “Want to come with you inside me.”
It’s almost impossible to focus on anything other than how badly my body wants its release, but when I feel him smile against my clit, and pull away, I release a breath and open my eyes. I peer down between my thighs to see what he’s doing, and squeal as he stands, grabs me, and flips me over. The cool counter against my nipples feels incredible, and I can’t help but grin as he grabs my hips and drags me further toward him so that my ass is right where he wants it, and my toes are barely grazing the floor.
“You don’t have an obedient bone in your body, do you, Love?” he teases with a playful slap on my left ass cheek before he opens the drawer beside us in search of a condom.
I cringe, not because of how ridiculous it is that we fuck in this kitchen often enough to warrant keeping condoms in here, but because I know for a fact that the drawer is empty.
The moment he slams it closed, I groan, not wanting to wait a second longer to have him inside me. I try to prop myself up to turn and tell him that if he really wants one, there’s more in his bedside table, but before I can, a hand comes down on my ass again. “You laughing at me, little girl?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly as the sting spreads across my cheek.
“Maybe,” I whisper as he slowly drags the head of his cock along my ass.
“Nothing between us this time, yeah?” It’s a question, but he knows my answer without me having to say a word. We’ve gone without a condom a few times recently, but we usually just chuck one on for extra protection. We’re both clean and tested, I’m on birth control, and we’re monogamous, so it’s not a big deal, and honestly, the feeling of him, all of him, being inside me without a barrier is so fucking hot.
“Yessssss.” I gasp as he notches himself against my entrance, and I brace for the stretch. No matter how many times we do this, it always takes a minute to adjust to his size, but damn, it’s so worth it.
I wince, and exhale sharply through my teeth as he pushes forward, and slides inside me, the cool metal of his piercing dragging along my walls. “Shhh,” he whispers, running his hand from the back of my neck to the swell of my ass. “Good,” he praises as I relax a little, and the muscles clenching around him loosen slightly. “So fucking tight.” The sound of his lust filled voice makes my clit throb painfully. “So wet. Jesus ,” he whispers, pulling out just a little and then working himself back in, releasing a shuddering breath as he bottoms out. “Fuck. That’s it.” The deep groan he emits as he rocks back and forth vibrates through my entire body. “You always feel so fucking perfect.” He grunts and picks up the pace. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust.
Over and over, he fills me, without giving me a second to breathe. His rough hands run along my sides, down my back, along the swell of my ass, and I can practically taste my orgasm.
It’s so fucking close. So. Goddamn. Close.
I groan as my body tenses, and my head begins to spin, but then, without warning, Beckett pulls out, leaving me empty and panting. Before I get a chance to scold him, he pushes back into me at a different angle, this time hitting the perfect spot and making me scream out in pleasure. Everything feels heightened; the coolness of the counter against my nipples, the warmth of his hands on my skin, the stretch of my pussy around him. Everything…
“Yes,” he grunts, as he holds my hips in place and plays my body like a fucking fiddle. “Right there, isn’t it, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” I reply, panting out the syllables as he keeps going, and the sound of his hips slapping against my ass grows louder.
“Need you to come, Pen. You feel way too fucking good, I can’t…” He pounds into me harder, and his grip on my hips begins to sting.
“Close,” I choke out. “So fucking close.”
He growls, leans forward and grabs a fist full of my hair as he continues to hit that spot again and again. He tugs at my hair, forcing my chest from the counter, and lets out a guttural groan. “Come on, baby. I can feel that cunt fluttering for me. Get there. Soak me. Fucking cum on my cock.”
“Ri-right there. I’m there.” I squeal, feeling my pussy begin to pulse around him, and after two more thrusts, I lock up and let pleasure engulf me. “Ohmygod!”
He barks out a guttural groan as I fall apart, and seconds later, he follows me over the edge. His thrusts becoming erratic, as his thick cock jerks inside me, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through the delicious high the two of us only seem to find in each other, muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” through clenched teeth.
Eventually, he buries himself inside me, and he stays there. He leans down, moves my hair to one side and kisses the base of my neck. I relax against the counter, and smile as the warmth of his body, the firm beat of his heart against my back, and the afterglow of my orgasm all lull me into an almost comatose state.
“Incredible,” he whispers into my ear, and I hum happily in response, my eyes fluttering closed. “I fucking love you, Pen.”
And just like that, the afterglow is gone.
Every muscle in my body tenses and it feels as though the breath has literally been kicked from my lungs.
What did he just say?