Chapter 24 #2
I give him what he wants, pulling out and slowly thrusting back to my new home, pressing him into the mattress so I can get as deep inside him as possible.
I roll my hips, each thrust at a different angle, while Beck gets more and more vocal.
In between garbled words and moans, he begs for more, deeper, faster, harder.
All the things I’m not ready to give him yet because I’m trying to draw this out and make it last. Make it memorable.
Finally, I get just the right angle to light him the fuck up. His moan turns into a shout that I almost interpret as pain, but his ass clenches around me and his nails dig into my flesh, one hand on my ass and the other on my waist, pulling me against him.
“There! Oh, fuck. Brody…there. Right there. Oh my God…”
I start babbling incoherently. Praising him, praising deities I don’t believe in. Praising him some more, because I do believe in him.
“Fuck. Me. Harder. Brody!”
Hiking his leg higher up, and wrapping my other arm around his lower back, I prop him up on the pillows just high enough to hold him at just the right angle.
Beck cries out with each thrust, each pump of my hips driving the air and sound out of him as I speed up my thrusts.
The whole time, I can’t stop muttering an endless list of praise, about how perfect he is, how I want to live inside him, how he’s such a good girl for me.
Beck clenches hard before he registers what’s about to happen.
The headboard thuds against the wall, beating out a rhythm that syncs with my heart.
The sounds of skin and grunting and Beck’s sharp cries get louder and louder until we reach a fevered peak.
I lean forward and press my forehead to his, cupping the back of his head in my hand.
“Brody—” Beck wails. “Oh my God, Brody, I—”
“Touch yourself, baby girl. Jerk yourself until you—"
My mouth drops open in a silent scream as Beck’s ass clenches down on my cock so hard it’s unreal.
It’s so good it’s almost painful, and I can’t breathe.
His ring pulses around me, ripping my orgasm straight out of my soul.
The sound barrier catches up, and I roar out my release as I pump the condom so full I imagine it bursting and painting his insides the way I really want to.
I shudder at the mental image, rolling my hips and riding out the aftershocks as, thank fuck, Beck comes too, painting our stomachs and chests with hot ropes of his cum.
I don’t stop moving inside him until I'm in danger of getting hard again. Then I hold myself there, cradling his face and devouring his mouth, never wanting to pull out and sever this connection.
I have been with other men. I’ve topped and bottomed and once even got my cock sucked by a woman while her husband’s dick was inside me. That was intense, but even that had nothing on Lincoln Beckett.
Nothing has ever felt this good. This intense. This impossibly, mind-blowingly perfect.
When I finally pull out of him, I’m shaking. I reach down with my fingers and rub his hole gently, rubbing his own cum into his ass to massage his ring and wishing it were my own.
“You were so good for me. So perfect,” I whisper, and give him one last gentle kiss on the lips before I pull away.
On my knees, still between his legs, I remove the condom, tie it off, and throw it in the trash bin.
“How do you feel?” I ask him, scooting myself lower on the bed.
“I’m fine. Hey, what are you doing?”
“I’m looking at my dick’s new home,” I say simply. Then I smile gently and take the teasing tone out of my voice. “I just want to see that you’re okay.”
“Oh hell no,” Beck says, scrambling back and sitting up. I don’t miss the way he winces and put a hand on his ankle to settle him.
“Well, let's at least get you a warm washcloth and clean you up. It’ll feel nice, and—”
“Brody! Fuck. Off. Alright? I said I’m fine.”
My eyes lock on his again, and I sense the change in him. This is what I was worried about.
“Do you… I mean, are you regretting it already?”
“I wasn’t until you started being a sappy girl about it, Brody. Damn.”
I roll my eyes. “Listen, Becky. Taking care of yourself or letting your partner do it for you is a normal, healthy thing to do after sex.”
“You're not my partner, Brody. We just had sex, that’s all. I’d rather take care of myself, thank you.”
That’s all?
Ouch.
“Yeah. Okay. I hear ya. I’ll go get you a washcloth and I’ll back off.” I don’t give him a chance to retort or argue, I need a moment to get my shit together because I’m caught between wanting to scream and rage or cry like the sappy girl he accused me of being.
I’m all mixed up.
I’m even more mixed up when I step outside my door, thankfully having pulled my underwear back on.
Jay and Aaron are standing in the kitchenette, both holding random groceries and staring back at me with wide eyes.
I stare. They stare. No one seems to know what to do or say, but I know that seeing them isn’t going to help me get through to Beck.
I point at the two of them, and then at the other bedrooms and gesture for them to get the fuck out while mouthing, “Get. Out. Now.” I double down with my best death glare and shake my head when Jay looks like he wants to say something.
The two of them pick up the groceries and backtrack to the front door, keeping their eyes on me like I might attack.
It’d be funny if I wasn’t so terrified of Beck seeing them and knowing we’d been caught.
Considering Beck’s letterman jacket with his name embroidered below the letter “C” for captain is on the ground, there’s no chance they don’t know who I was just having the best sex of my life with.
They also were likely privy to the fact that I just got rejected after the best sex of my life, and I don’t particularly want to deal with that either.
They silently leave the dorm, and the door clicks shut behind them. Turning on my heel, I march to the bathroom and quickly wet a washcloth with hot water. When I come out of the bathroom to give it to him, and suggest we talk, Beck is gone.