23. Elouise #2
I can feel the rumble of approval rolling around in his chest.
Pulling back from our kiss, Beckett lowers his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. Nipping at it with his teeth. Flicking it with his tongue.
I can feel everything. And I’m about to burst.
He switches breasts, pulling my other nipple into his mouth. But when he uses his fingers to pinch my other peak, I can’t stop the moan that leaves me.
He stops. Lifting off me completely.
“No! Beckett, wait!” I’m panting, but I can’t let him stop now. I might die.
He removes his thigh from between mine, but he doesn’t go far .
Kneeling next to me, Becket rolls me onto my side, facing away from him.
Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he lays down behind me and hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me back until I’m flush against his front. He’s the big to my little spoon.
With a few adjustments, he gets one arm under my head like a pillow, and the other splays across my stomach.
My tank top is still bunched up under my breasts, so all that’s left separating us are his boxer briefs and my thin sleep pants.
I arch into him and his grip on my middle tightens. “Keep that ass still, Smoky, or I’m going to fuck it.”
I can’t help it, his words are setting me on fire.
And we’re leaving in the morning. And I don’t even know if I’ll see him again after this.
And I don’t even know if he’s talking about doggy style or actually fucking me in the ass, but I find I don’t care.
I’m so far gone, he could talk me into trying just about anything right now.
Ignoring his warning, I grind back against him.
This time he’s the one to groan. “Do you know what you’re doing?” he shifts his hips, and I feel the full length of him pressing against me. “Do you understand where this is going?”
“I understand,” my back arches. “I’m not some little virgin anymore, Beckett.”
The arm under my head bends and I’m hauled higher up against his chest. His hand grips the front of my neck. Not hard. But enough to show who’s in control.
“Who took it?” he bites out.
“What…” I try to turn my head back to look at him, but his grip tightens, keeping me in place.
“Who took this sweet little cherry from me?” The hand around my waist is suddenly between the legs, cupping my pussy over the material of my pants.
His hips flex and he thrusts his cock against my ass.
My thoughts are sizzling, but they keep sparking on the same word. “Yours?”
“Mine.” In a flash his hand is inside my pants, finding me bare .
He groans into my hair, his fingers gliding against my slit, my wetness instantly coating his hand.
One finger presses into me, just an inch, and I hold my breath.
“You were always too young for me. Too innocent.” He pulls his finger out, then pushes back in. “Too fucking young. But not anymore.” He adds a second finger in this time. “Now give me a name.”
I lift my top leg and hook it back over his hip, opening myself for his use.
“Name?” I’m entirely lost to the climax that’s building rapidly inside me.
“A name, Babe. Now.” His fingers dip in and out. In and out.
“T-Tim. It was Tim.” I stutter, squirming against his touch.
Teeth scrape against my earlobe, “That’s the last time you ever say that name.” The hand on my throat slowly slides up my neck. “Now remember, you promised to stay quiet for me.”
His hand clamps over my mouth as three fingers spear deep into my pussy.
I cry out, the sound muffled into one palm as I grind against the other. The broad expanse of his hand presses against my clit, firm and insistent.
“That’s right, Lou,” his words are husky against my ear, “work yourself on my hand. Fuck my fingers.”
I can’t stop moaning. Can’t stop grinding. Can’t stop clenching around his fingers. His long, thick fingers. The stretch in my pussy. The heat of his body. The hand over my mouth. The press of his hard cock against my ass. The cold air against my nipples.
Beckett rolls his wrist, sliding his fingers even deeper, palm pressing harder against my clit.
“Now, Babe. Come for me now before I shove this dick down your throat.”
I implode. Coming so hard bright spots of light dot my vision.
“That’s it.” He doesn’t stop thrusting his hips against me. “That’s my girl. You liked that, didn’t you.” My whole body shudders.
I nod as I roll my hips against his hand one last time, my words dying against his palm .
His chest is rising and falling against my back, his dick still hard against my ass. I press back against him.
His fingers slowly slide out of my pussy, “You want to suck my cock, Babe? You want to swallow me down?”
I nod again, knowing I won’t be fully sated until he joins me over the cliff.
“Fuck.” His movements become frantic as he untangles himself from me. “Come here.” Wet fingers grip my shoulder and roll me onto my back. My eyes have adjusted to the dark so I know what’s coming when he lowers his head and licks across my nipples.
My hands claw at his sides, but his dick is out of reach.
Beckett lifts his head to look me in the eye, “Fuck, Smoky, you sure?”
“I want it,” my voice still shaky from my release but I can hear the certainty.
I try to push up onto my elbows, but he flattens his hand at the bottom of my neck and pushes me back down.
“Stay.”
He shuffles around, removing his boxer briefs, then he’s crawling over me. Straddling my chest. “Open up, Babe.”
The tip of his dick presses against my lips and I open, eagerly taking him in.
“Fuck!” he whispers.
My fingers grip the outside of his thighs.
Keeping my lips closed around his dick, I run my tongue up and down the underside of his head, flicking against that sensitive spot.
“Fucking hell.” His hips start to move.
I hum, taking him deeper.
Beckett lets out another soft curse, then he leans forward placing his hands on the ground above my head.
On all fours, he pumps his hips, burying himself deeper down my throat.
“Shit,” another thrust, “Fuck, Babe. I’m so close.”
Out and in.
I tip my head back as much as I can, his hips working above me as he fucks my mouth .
His words are labored, “I’m so fucking close.”
I use my tongue to run along the length of him. High on the satisfaction I feel at being the one to please him.
“I’m gonna come.” He whispers, warning me.
But I don’t pull away. I suck harder.
“Get ready, Babe,” a hand grips the hair at the top of my head, holding me still, as he pumps into me one last time, exploding.
Overwhelmed with lust, I swallow around his length, taking everything he gives me.