Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
I’M SO LUCKY
Addison
Beckett backed me up against the warm tile wall, and I tightened my legs around him.
I didn’t want to get in the habit of comparing Beckett to Owen, because let’s be honest, there was no comparison. In the few weeks I’d been seeing Beckett, he was a million times better than Owen in every way possible.
Owen never cooked for me, and I’d had more orgasms with Beckett than I’d had with Owen in our entire relationship. And period sex? That was completely off the table with Owen. He said it grossed him out and he wouldn’t get anywhere near me during that week every month.
So, the fact that Beckett had me backed up against the shower wall was a pleasant surprise.
Steam surrounded us, and I moved my hips to notch his tip at my opening. He slipped against me, pressing in just enough that I gasped and rocked my hips harder. But I couldn’t manage to slip down farther.
“My needy girl,” Beckett muttered. I was feeling a little needy, but oh well. It had been too long since I’d felt Beckett inside me. “So eager to be fucked you forgot one thing.”
He flashed the condom in front of me and lifted it to his lips like he was about to tear it open. But I stopped him with a hand firmly around his wrist.
“Do we—do we have to use it?” His dark brows lifted, and I peered down at the package between his fingers. “I just don’t want to unless we have to. I’m on the pill, and I got tested a few weeks ago. And since you said there wasn’t anyone else for you…”
Beckett’s answer was definitive. He dropped the condom to the floor and slammed his mouth to mine as he easily slipped inside me. He muttered a curse against my lips, and I let my head fall back against the tile.
He buried his face against my birthmark on my neck and dug his blunt nails into my ass. Somehow he felt so much better bare. I didn’t think it was possible.
I’d actually never had sex without a condom before. I hadn’t trusted Owen enough to try without one. That should have been a sign, but the thought slipped away as Beckett pulled out and slammed back into me. He held me tightly enough that I didn’t slip up the wall as he pounded into me.
“You feel so good, Daddy,” I moaned, and his hot breath fanned over my neck as he gasped and groaned.
“Baby girl, nothing has ever felt better than you.” He kissed the center of my neck, and I combed my fingers through the back of his hair. I loved how long it was, sitting just above his shoulders, so there was more than enough to grab onto.
His rough stubble scraped against my skin, and I drowned deeper in the pleasure that overwhelmed every one of my senses.
His cock was thick, and I loved the way I stretched around him.
How he filled me and managed to hit that spot that made me see stars and make sounds I didn’t realize I was capable of.
He kissed underneath my chin, and I dropped my head back down. Our noses brushed, and his lips grazed mine.
“You look so pretty impaled on Daddy’s cock,” he muttered, and a smile slipped over my lips before I could hide it. Everything just felt so good. “I’m going to fuck that smile off your face if you’re not careful.”
“Please,” I moaned. “Give me your worst. You know I want it.”
Beckett didn’t have to be asked twice. His pupils dilated and his eyelids dropped as he snaked one arm around my lower back and ran the other one up my spine until he grasped the back of my neck.
He held me so easily and in the perfect position to thrust up into me. With my back against the unforgiving wall, Beckett set a ruthless pace. Hips snapping and hands groping, his sharp jaw worked as his eyes stayed intent on my face.
The tip of his cock grazed my cervix, and I pulsed around him with every harsh stroke.
My nails dug into his shoulders and scraped his scalp, and I would have been worried I’d draw blood if I weren’t so consumed by him.
“Better, baby girl? Is this what you wanted?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Yes, Daddy. It feels so good,” I moaned, and I loved the way his eyes darkened when I called him that.
It made his restraint paper-thin or altogether nonexistent.
But I knew what would send him hurtling even farther over the edge.
Dirtier. He wanted it dirtier. “You fuck me so well, Daddy. I’m going to come all over your cock. ”
The dirty talk wasn’t second nature to me like it was to him, but I’d been working on it. And my reward was his deep, masculine groan and stuttering hips as his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Yes, you’re going to come all over me. Choke my cock with this sweet little pussy.”
Still holding me with one hand, he dropped his other to between my legs and pinched my clit. Twin snakes of pleasure and pain wrapped around my limbs and sank their fangs into me. If they were venomous, I would have been nearly dead already. But I felt the exact opposite—I’d never felt more alive.
Beckett’s dexterous fingers slipped against my clit, and even when I clenched down on him hard, his thrusts didn’t stutter. He held me steadfast and fucked into me with sure, firm strokes, all while finding new ways to drive my pleasure higher.
“That’s my baby girl,” he panted. “Look at your pretty tits bouncing. God, everything about you is every man’s wet fucking dream. And you’re all mine. I’m so lucky.”
“All yours, Daddy. I’m all yours.”
Beckett gritted his teeth and peered down between our bodies, where his cock was shuttling in and out of me without mercy. “I’m going to defile you, baby girl. Daddy’s going to pump you so full of cum, it’ll be leaking out of you for a week. Now, I need you to come with me. Can you do that?”
All I could do was nod my head as my eyes screwed shut, and I was overwhelmed by every sensation.
Beyond words, my hands grappled for purchase against Beckett’s shoulders, and I dug my nails into him hard.
My entire body tensed, and I held on as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
I wasn’t sure what I was saying, but words were tumbling from my mouth.
A moment later, at the height of my pleasure, Beckett stilled and buried his face in my neck. His cock pulsed, and his release filled me just as he promised. His groans vibrated against my skin, and our melodic sounds of pleasure echoed off the tiled shower walls.
“Holy shit,” he breathed against me, and I let out a satisfied, tired laugh.
“I’m definitely a fan of shower sex.” Beckett chuckled against my neck and kissed me softly before he leaned back.
He pushed his damp hair out of his face and softly collared a hand around my throat. I pressed harder into his touch, and the faintest smile twitched across his lips. The dim, moody lights he’d turned on were perfect. It felt like we were in our own little world with the steam around us.
“I’m just a fan of sex with you, Bubbles.”
“Ditto, Daddy.”
I bit my lower lip, and he leaned forward, tugging it free with his teeth and sucking it into his mouth.
I moaned, and my pussy clenched around his slowly softening dick.
He sucked in a sharp breath, and I giggled, which only made him curse under his breath as I inadvertently tightened around him again.
Pulling me away from the wall, Beckett set me down carefully but held onto me until I regained my balance. His dick slipped free, and I looked down to see the remnants of his cum and a little bit of red covering his length.
My cheeks flamed, but he didn’t seem concerned in the slightest. He glanced down at his semi-hard cock and gripped it in his hands. He stepped under the water and easily rinsed it all away.
“You don’t want to get your hair wet?” he asked thoughtfully, and I shook my head. “Okay, let me clean you up.”
Not one to complain or argue, I held my hands out in front of me under the spray while Beckett reached for the body wash. He squirted a generous amount on his loofah and pressed it against my chest.
He leaned down and kissed me as he cleaned my chest, my stomach, and the tops of my thighs. That was until he couldn’t reach anymore, and he had to squat lower.
Poised in front of me, he tapped the inside of one thigh. “Spread your legs. Let Daddy clean you up.”
There was no point in being shy, so I pushed one leg out, far enough that he could clean me as he wished. And it felt so good. To be taken care of and cherished like that. Not just during sex, but before, after, and when it didn’t even have a chance of happening.
“Daddy” fit Beckett well. He had all the caretaking, loving qualities I’d want in a man. The qualities I’d want in a man if I were going to call him that. And somehow, I felt like I instinctually knew it would fit him before I really even knew him.
He cleaned me, and I returned the favor, squirting more soap on the loofah and running it over his body.
Paying extra attention to a few of my favorite parts, like his dick, of course, but also his broad chest with the smattering of dark brown hair in the center.
And his solid biceps that held me so easily.
He turned off the water, and before he worried about himself, Beckett wrapped me in a dark blue towel and thoroughly dried me off. Then I waited for him to dry himself before we both exited the shower together.
“Let me go grab your bag,” he said and opened the bathroom door long enough for a gust of cold air to rush in around him.
Reaching up, I scrubbed away some of the condensation from the mirror and quickly appraised my reflection. My hair was mostly dry, but the humidity had definitely gotten to it. My little baby hairs framing my face were curled, and the ends of my little ponytail were doing the same.
But there was something about me that looked different. I didn’t know what it was, and I couldn’t necessarily pinpoint it before the door opened again and my attention was back on Beckett. But whatever had changed, I didn’t mind it. It might have been for the better.