Chapter Nineteen
~Beckett~
As a public servant, Beckett always tried his best to follow the law, but somehow the wild woman in the seat next to him had him rethinking his stance on all kinds of things. First, it was sex in public, now it was speed limits. He was currently testing the boundaries of the latter as he rushed the two of them back to her house to get to the former. The sex wouldn’t be public this time, but from the wanton look in Willa’s eyes, it would be no less exciting than when they had fooled around in his car.
Willa’s hand slid up Beckett’s denim-clad thigh and gave it a squeeze as he turned them onto her street and whipped into the driveway. Throwing the car in park, he rushed out of the truck intending to grab Willa from her side only to find her meeting him at the front, a bright smile on her face. God, he loved this woman, and not for the first time that night the words expressing that were on the tip of his tongue. Fearing her reaction, he bit them back and took the hand she offered him instead.
The house was dark as they entered, Beckett thanking his lucky stars that Lottie was now at work and would be for some time. Being with Willa was always an adventure, and he wanted her to be able to scream his name if she wanted to and vice versa without fearing any repercussions from her roommate.
Kicking the door shut, Willa pressed him against the nearest wall, her hands sliding up and down his chest before she started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers moved deftly, Beckett’s head thudding against the wall the moment they caressed his bare skin, his eyes closing as he tried to hold off the orgasm that was already building. He had been heated up from the summer night and their make out session in the back of Travis’ truck, but now it felt like flames were dancing over his skin, Willa’s touch both making it a thousand times worse and infinitely better at the same time.
The next thing Beckett knew his pants were dropping to the ground and Willa’s hand was reaching into his briefs. “Fuck,” he growled. She started pumping his length, but before she could get too far Beckett took her hand and brought it up to his mouth, placing a light kiss on her palm. “I thought we were getting cleaned up first.”
Willa shrugged, a sly expression on her face. “I got impatient.” Her teasing tone and bright eyes had Beckett smiling, and after he kicked off his shoes and his jeans, it grew impossibly wider as he dipped down and threw her over his shoulder, causing a light laugh to break from her lungs. “Hey,” she giggled. Her hand came down against his ass with a loud crack, the sound dulled only by the cotton of his briefs. If the slight sting was supposed to have paused him, it didn’t work. If anything he’d gotten harder and was leaking steadily into his briefs. “I have two perfectly good legs.”
“Don’t I know it,” he replied. His hand slid up and down the smooth expanse of her long legs as he walked them toward her bedroom. “These legs have been tempting me all night and now I’m going to take my time and give them the attention they deserve.”
Slamming her door shut, Beckett tossed her onto the bed piled with fluffy comforters, crocheted blankets, and about a thousand pillows. His room was more function than luxury, so being a space that was much more comforting, much more like the woman herself made him feel even more at ease. That didn’t mean he wanted them in the way though.
Tossing each item to the side, he smiled slyly as she laid out before him. “How many pillows do you need, woman?”
Willa raised up on her elbows, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. “As many as it takes to feel like you’re in bed with me when you’re on shift.”
Her green eyes sparkled in the dim lighting from the basket weave lamp on her nightstand as she made the confession, but he could also see the vulnerability there and knew how much it took for Willa to admit that. Her needing Beckett even when he wasn’t around had him feeling much better about where they stood, and he paused his actions to lean down and kiss her.
“I do the same thing at the fire station,” he admitted. Each time he was there instead of in bed with her, he held his pillow in his arms and pretended that it was Willa. Beckett’s sleep was never great when he was on shift, always light in case he needed to hop up at a moment’s notice, but since he’d started that nightly tradition, he’d been sleeping a lot more soundly. His fingers brushed her cheek and down to the hollow of her neck before tracing the line of her delicate collarbone. “Pillow Willa isn’t quite the same as the real thing though.”
She shivered under his caress, her eyes going a shade lighter as she peered up at him with a look of pure adoration. “I know what you mean.” Willa’s hands slid over his bare chest before they slipped his shirt off his shoulders. “You definitely feel a whole lot better than a bunch of pillows.”
Beckett’s chest rumbled as he tossed his shirt, ditched his briefs, and helped her out of her dress. It slipped over her head easily and when she was back down on the mattress, he kneeled to get a better vantage point. The long lines of her slender body and the white lace panties and bralette that covered her faintly tanned skin had his cock getting harder than he thought possible.
Smoothing his hands up Willa’s legs, over her stomach, and up to her breasts, he cupped one in each hand and teased her nipples into stiff peaks before leaning down to suck one into his mouth. The lace from her bra scratched at his tongue as he lapped at her over the fabric, her body writhing beneath his. Moving to the other side, Beckett continued to lick and suck at her until she was whimpering and begging for more.
“Please, Beck,” Willa moaned. Every sound that came out of her mouth drove him higher and made him desire her more than ever.
Pushing her bra up and off her body, Beckett returned to her breasts, this time enjoying the feel of her tight bud in his mouth as he trailed one hand down the side of her body and over her stomach before slipping it into her panties. Cupping her mound, Beckett ground his palm against her as he teased her nipples, making them harder and tighter than they already were, and Willa bucked into his palm, seeking the friction she so desperately needed.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Beckett slipped two fingers into her tight channel as he blew across her tight nipple. “I’ll get you there.” His fingers slid in and out of her easily as he pumped away and circled the tight bundle of nerves at the top with his thumb. Leaning over Willa, he stared into her eyes as she started to lose herself to the pleasure he was giving her. The harder he drove his fingers, the quicker she panted for him and finally tensed up. After kissing her deeply, Beckett leaned back mere centimeters from her mouth. “Come for me, Willa. Please. I love watching you fly apart.”
Another few well-placed swipes of his thumb later, Willa cried out and he swallowed it whole. His tongue mimicked the movements of his fingers until he felt her tense and snap for him once again, her tight channel gripping his fingers. Slowing his hand, Beckett pulled it from her center and brought it up to his mouth to lick his fingers clean, Willa watching him with wide eyes the whole time. She tasted so sweet, a reflection of the exact person she was.
“Wow,” Willa breathed. There were no more words as Beckett started to kiss his way south, swirling his tongue over her taut belly before pulling her panties down and tossing them to the side.
Throwing her legs over his shoulder, Beckett dove in to get a taste directly from the source, smiling against her pretty pussy when he heard her whimper. “Relax for me,” he told her.
Beckett’s hands skimmed up and down the outside of Willa’s thighs before parting her folds with his thumbs. She was glistening pink for him and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, swiping his tongue up and down in long licks to get a hit of her sweet juices. Moaning at the taste of sunshine and honey, Beckett started to devour her from the outside. His fingers slipped back inside her and he curled them until he hit the spot that always had her weeping softly.
As Willa’s fingers tangled into his hair, the sting that came with her tugging on the strands only fueled his determination to get her there faster. Moving his mouth over her repeatedly, Beckett licked his way up to her tight bud and sucked like his life depended on it. Her thighs squeezed the sides of his head, but he ignored the pressure in favor of working her over for another moment until he heard her crying out again.
“Beck!” she shouted hoarsely. Her juices flowed into his mouth and he drank them down eagerly. Willa was and always would be the best meal he’d ever had, and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life partaking every chance he got.
The thought of that future had a wicked smile on Beckett’s face as he crawled back up her body and slashed his mouth over hers, her chest heaving as he stole the breath she so desperately needed. Reaching over to her nightstand, he opened the small drawer to grab a condom, stopping when he felt Willa’s hand on his arm. When Beckett looked back at her, her eyes were filled with affection and determination.
“I want to feel you, all of you.” Her hand moved up his arm, her fingers tracing the outlines on his inked skin before coming up to rest against his cheek. “I’m clean and I’m on the shot, but no pressure.”
Resting their foreheads together, Beckett breathed her in and tried to calm the desire that her confession had just inflamed. “I’m clean too,” he reassured her. Kissing her lips briefly, he lined his hard cock up to her center and started to slip it through her folds, hitting that bundle at the top that would drive her need for him up again. Willa felt so good and he wasn’t even inside her yet, but he needed her to get there again first.
A low chuckle came from beneath him and he looked down to see Willa smiling mischievously. “Then get inside me already,” she commanded. Apparently, Beckett was so turned on that he was thinking out loud, but the moment he drove himself into her wet warmth, any embarrassment he might have felt at that was forgotten.
“Fuck,” he grunted. Her walls had him in a vice-like grip, and he was so turned on by everything they’d already done already that he was worried he would blow any second.
Going through the checklist for his daily tasks at the station, Beckett clenched his jaw, his teeth practically cracking with the effort of trying to stave off his impending orgasm. The task became almost impossible when Willa started to move with him, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust as her hands explored the planes of his back. When she reached down and started squeezing his ass, Beckett knew that he was done for.
Hips stuttering, he huffed a breath as he continued to pump into her. “Not gonna last.”
Willa smiled and reached between them, one hand tweaking her nipple while the other started rubbing at her clit. “Let go,” she declared. Her fingers worked furiously, brushing against the skin of his pelvis and making him shiver. “I’ll be right behind you.”
At her words, Beckett gave into the tingle at the base of his spine and grunted his release, her name slipping past his lips like a soft prayer as he spilled his warmth inside her. The same sparks he felt anytime they were together danced behind his eyelids as he shot into her over and over again. Soon enough, Willa’s walls were fluttering and clamping down around him once more, and Beckett opened his eyes just in time to catch the look of bliss on her face. Seeing that same rapture that had drawn him to her in the first place caused another round to spurt out of him as he watched her come. It was beautiful, the expression on her face a sight he would remember for the rest of his days.
As soon as they were both spent, Beckett leaned down and crashed his lips over hers. Once again the need to tell Willa how he felt was strong, but he held back. Beckett didn’t want her to think it was just in the heat of the moment, and he knew that there was a strong possibility she wouldn’t return his feelings just yet. That night, the sex they’d just shared felt more like the start of something bigger, something permanent. As much as he wanted to voice that to Willa, he swallowed the words.
With a sigh, Beckett rolled to the side, wishing his mind would shut the fuck up so his body could just enjoy what they’d shared. It wasn’t until Willa rolled over and rested her head on his chest, a low hum of content breezing across his skin that Beckett was finally able to get out of his head and come back to her.
“Thank you,” she mumbled sleepily. The weight of Willa grew heavier as she rested against him. “You always give me exactly what I need.”
Kissing the top of her head, Beckett shifted her closer and pulled the covers over them. “You’re welcome,” he replied, smiling when he heard her soft snores.
Beckett would always give Willa what she needed, but what he needed was someone who would love him as much as he loved her. Was she capable of that? And if not, was he capable of letting her go? As he stared down at Willa in sweet repose, he knew the answer to that last question was a resounding no. With the first still hanging unanswered in his mind, Beckett wasn’t sure exactly where that left him.