Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
CATCH ME. FUCK ME.
Beckett
Trees whipped across my face, my bare arms, and my legs, but I didn’t stop running. I was chasing something. Something that was worth having. So worth having that I didn’t care about the blood running down my sweat-slick skin or the burn in my legs.
She would tire soon. And I would catch her. Just then a flash of pink hair appeared in a small opening ahead of me. I pushed harder, and I heard her fall. She let out a tired groan, and I was on her before she could find her footing again.
My front was plastered to her back, and I was struggling to catch my breath.
But I didn’t stop. I tore her flimsy dress off her body and growled when I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Shoving her face into the dirt, I lifted her hips with my other arm and shoved into her in one unrelenting thrust.
She cried out in both pleasure and pain, and—
“Beckett,” her voice was quiet, just above a whisper. “Beckett, baby.”
My eyes flashed open, and I was greeted by Addison’s sweet face. A worried smile spread across her lips, and her hand pressed against my cheek. I suddenly realized it was a dream. Just a dream, and I was disappointed.
But my heart was racing like I had actually been chasing her, and I could feel my skin was slightly damp beneath the sheets.
“I think you were having a nightmare,” she said softly.
Running a hand through my hair and over my face, I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. I took a deep breath and shook my head. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but it was late enough in the morning that there was a bit of sunshine streaming through the window and a break in the curtains.
“Not a nightmare. The opposite actually,” I admitted.
Addison propped herself up on one elbow, and my T-shirt slipped down, exposing her shoulder. She laid her hand on my chest, right above my still pounding heart.
“You were…groaning and panting like it might have been.”
I chuckled lightly and covered her hand with my own. “Those aren’t reactions that are exclusive to nightmares, baby girl,” I said, turning my head to the side and meeting her green eyes, which widened in understanding.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced down my body, where my very obvious erection was tenting the white sheet. Her hand slipped from beneath mine and blazed a path down my stomach, not stopping until she was pushing past the waistband of my briefs and gripping my cock.
I groaned and thrust into her hand.
“Tell me about the dream,” she said in a soft whisper.
Memories of the dream flashed through my mind, and need pounded through me. She pumped me in relaxed, easy strokes, not intending to make me come anytime soon, just drawing out the pleasure and teasing me with each movement.
I wanted to tell her, but I worried about her reaction. We’d discussed the things she was interested in and her hard limits, but she’d only listed “curious” next to primal play and chasing.
When I didn’t start speaking, her nails dug lightly into my shaft, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“I was chasing you,” I said through gritted teeth. Wide, interested green eyes shot to mine, and her mouth dropped. “And when I caught you, I fucked you.”
She didn’t seem scared or worried, only surprised, and when her hand started moving over me once again, I grunted in approval.
“I was running from you?”
I nodded.
“And when you caught me, your reward was…”
“You,” I whispered.
Her eyes ran over my face, and she ripped the sheet off my hips. The cool air felt good against my warm skin, and I looked down at my body to watch her smaller hand work my length.
“I think I’d like that. I like the idea, at least,” she said quietly. “Tell me how it would work.”
Gritting my teeth, her hand picked up pace.
“It would be rough and dirty. I’d let you get a head start and run as far as you could get.
And when I found you, because I would find you, I’d fuck you wherever we ended up.
In the dirt or the grass. You’ll be out of breath and sweaty and tired, and I’ll do whatever I want when I get my hands on you. ”
“I—I want that, Daddy. I want you to chase me, catch me, fuck me, use me.”
My orgasm shot through me with such force my hips lifted off the bed, and my eyes screwed closed at the intensity of the pleasure.
I knew I would make it happen. I’d do exactly as she wanted. I’d chase her, catch her, fuck her, and use her. And the dream would be nothing compared to reality.
I felt her soft lips against my cheek, and I peered over at her as my slow, satisfied smile began to form.
“Best way to wake up?”
“Any time I get to wake up next to you is the best,” I said honestly. Leaning up, I tasted her smile. “Now, I’m going to get cleaned up so I can return the favor.”
“I’m still on my period,” she said quickly.
Nodding, I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. “I’m aware, but I don’t have to use my mouth or even be inside you to make you come.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she tilted her head in consideration. “I guess you’re right,” she mused, then looked down at my body and at the mess I’d made on her hand and my stomach. “But you don’t need to get up.”
Glancing back at me, she licked her lips, and my brain malfunctioned for a minute at her silent suggestion. The shy woman I met not too long ago wanted to clean me up herself. Or so I thought.
“You going to clean me up?” I asked, making sure we were on the same page.
She nodded and took a deep breath, crawling down the bed and poising between my legs. She stared up at me under light brown lashes and gave me an intentionally devious smile right before she flattened her tongue and licked up the underside of my cock.
It kicked in appreciation, and pleasure speared through me even after such an overwhelming release. Groaning, I fisted the sheets on either side of me and sucked in a sharp breath as she sucked lightly on my head and traced it with her tongue.
But she didn’t stop. She tucked her hair behind her ears and traced her tongue through my cum. Eagerly, she cleaned up the mess I’d made all over my stomach until there was no trace of it left. Her tongue ran over my warm skin, and she held my stare like she was daring me to try to look away.
But there was no way I would. She’d captured me. Body and soul.