54. Beckett
Beckett
This woman is trying to kill me.
“I’m taking us back to your place,” I slam the car into drive the second she pops the last bite of ice cream into her sweet mouth.
Elouise doesn’t make any comments about my somewhat reckless driving, nor does she comment on my single-mindedness.
But it doesn’t escape my attention that she’s pressing her legs together.
And if she keeps squirming around like that, I’m not gonna make it the last two minutes it’s gonna take to reach her house.
Gripping the steering wheel in my left hand, I reach over with my right and press my palm down onto the top of her thigh.
Her leg stills, and then I feel the slide of her fingers over mine. She doesn’t try to dislodge my grip, she just laces her fingers between mine.
I slow as we approach a 4-way stop sign, but seeing no one else on the road, I drive through.
She tries to stifle her snicker, but I hear it .
“You okay?” her innocent tone is belied by her fingertips tracing over my knuckles.
I wasn’t quite sure if she realized how much of a tease she was being, but now I know. She’s absolutely fucking with me.
Her driveway appears in front of us, and I pull in – stopping a few feet from her closed garage door.
Feeling the tension growing between us, Elouise scrambles out of her seat, slamming the truck door. But her shorter legs are no match for my own so I’m right behind her by the time she reaches the front door.
I don’t give her space. We’re past that.
Bracing my hands on the doorframe, I press my front into her back. My hard arousal throbbing against the soft roundness of her ass.
Elouise arches her back, pushing into me, but keeps her head down as she digs through her tiny purse.
“Open the door, Babe.” I lean down, inhaling against the top of her head, “I need to be inside you.”
She whimpers before letting out a few quiet curses, “I don’t have my keys. I forgot to switch them over when I grabbed this bag.”
“Fuck,” I exhale the word, grinding into her.
She tries the handle, but it doesn’t give. I’m not happy about being locked out, but at least she didn’t leave her house wide open.
Reluctantly, I step back, “We need to get you a lock with a passcode.”
Elouise waves the comment off, “It’s okay, follow me.”
She turns and hurries down the stairs heading back towards the garage. I expect her to stop at the garage door and open it with a keypad, but she keeps going and I notice there’s no keypad for the garage door either. I’ll need to change that.
Staying behind her, I follow as she turns around the side of the garage.
I wait for her to stop and pick up one of those fake rocks with a key hidden in it.
And I’m ready to lecture her because those aren’t safe.
Thieves know how to spot them. But she doesn’t do that.
She keeps walking, down the side of the garage and then around to the back.
It’s dark back here, and with the trees blocking out the moonlight I can hardly see where I’m stepping.
Whatever her plan is, this is not safe. It’s too dark and anyone could be hiding back here .
Elouise finally stops and I see she’s standing in front of a backdoor leading into the garage.
I’m still wondering where the key for this door is, when Elouise grips the handle, leans her shoulder into the door, pulls up on the handle, and swings the door open.
She steps into the dark garage, calling “come on” over her shoulder, and a static haze starts to fuzz the edge of my vision.
Following her into the pitch-black garage, I kick the door shut behind me.
Unlocked.
She left this door unlocked.
Apparently having done this before, Elouise walks through the pitch-black garage to the door that leads into the house. And without the accompanying sound of a key in a lock, she opens that door too.
Unlocked.
The entire way into her house was unlocked.
A soft glow fills the doorway, silhouetting Elouise as she steps up into her house. And the static in my brain is now a full volume buzzing.
I shove the door shut and flip the deadbolt in place.
Elouise has slipped her shoes off and is standing barefoot in front of me. Looking sexy, and cute, and extremely fucking vulnerable. The perfect picking for a predator.
“This is Not acceptable!” my volume is low, but I can feel the intensity of my words crackle in the air between us.
She freezes, holding still as I take a step closer, “But I thought you wanted to-”
My jaw flexes as my hand darts out and grips the base of her ponytail.
“What I want is for you to be safe.” I growl, the full breadth of my emotions coming into focus.
Anger at her for being so foolish. Anger at myself for not checking that everything was locked up.
And a bitter mix of helplessness and worry because what if…
The haze intensifies.
“What are you talking about?” Elouise pants, eyes wide.
“I’m talking about you living in a house with a door that isn’t locked! ”
Her mouth forms an O as it clicks together. She reaches up to place her hand on my biceps. The look on her face tells me her next words are meant to placate me. “It’s always been like that.” But as soon as she says it, she realizes her mistake.
“Always.” Keeping my hold of her ponytail, I walk her backwards towards the living room. “It’s always been like that?” She stumbles but I loop my other arm around her waist to keep her upright. Her feet skid across the floor as I take the final few strides to the couch.
“Beckett-”
I don’t wait for whatever excuse she’s going to try. Changing my hold, I spin her sideways, so her shoulder is against my chest and her hip is pressed against my cock. I hook a forearm around her stomach and use my other hand to bend her over.
“What are-” her words turn into a squeal when I lift her into the air, bent in half over my arm.
“Feet up,” I snap. And her knees bend.
With one step to the side, I drop myself into a sitting position on the arm of the couch, Elouise draped perfectly over my lap. Face inches away from the seat cushion, feet dangling in the air.
“Beckett, what are you doing!?”
“Teaching you a fucking lesson.”
Reclaiming my grip on her ponytail, I hold her in place while my other hand pulls up the hem of her dress until a pair of lacy white panties are revealed.
The material stops just above the bottom curve of her ass, covering most of the cheek.
That won’t do . I tug the material until it’s bunched in my fist and give it a firm tug.
The movement snugs the material between her cheeks, and since I’m pulling from the back, it’s tightening along her front, putting pressure on her pussy.
She moans, and I tug it a little harder.
“God, Beckett…” she wiggles in my grip and images of that unlocked door snap back into the forefront of my mind.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna shut your mouth and take your punishment like a good girl.”
I release my grip on her panties, the material secured between her ass cheeks and out of my way .
“Punishment?”
In answer to her question, I let my hand come down against her bare flesh.
She shrieks, and I rub my hand over the sting, only for a moment, then I spank her again. The sound of skin on skin going straight to my dick.
Elouise squirms, and I smooth my hand over the pinkening flesh. Seeing my mark on her hits me straight in the chest, and I let my hand slap down against her other cheek.
She cries out, but it’s not pain filling her tone. It’s desire.
Her head strains against my grip on her hair, but when I adjust my hand so it’s not tugging on her scalp so hard, she strains forward until the tug is just as tight as it was before.
“Fuck.” I growl, pulling her hair a little harder. “You like that, don’t you?”
She groans.
“Answer me, Dirty Girl. Do you like this? Do you like having your hair pulled and your ass slapped?”
Her whole body shudders against my lap, “Yes. Beckett… Oh my god. I’m so wet.”
My hand comes down on her bare skin again. And again. “Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Unable to take it anymore, I grip her waist and stand.
“I’m taking you now.” I warn her, spinning so she’s facing the armrest where I was just sitting. “I hope you’re on birth control because I’m fucking you bare and you’re gonna take it.”
She braces her hands against the edge of the couch and bends at the waist. “I am. I’m ready. I want it.”
My hands fumble opening my jeans. My fingers finally flipping the button open and releasing the zipper. With a few more quick movements my cock is freed, hard as steel, precum glistening at the tip.
Her dress is still bunched around her waist, and I stroke myself twice before I let go of my dick and use both hands to roughly pull her panties down to her knees. The evidence of her own arousal dampening the material .
The sight is too tempting.
Bending down, I shove my face into her core, licking from her clit to her little pink asshole.
Her hips jolt and I grin. This is gonna be fun.