14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Lola
K issing Beckett is glorious.
Feeling his hands on my bare skin is phenomenal.
But I need his cock. Like now.
I feel like my skin is too tight, and my orgasm is so close I can taste it. I need Beckett so fucking badly.
Internally, I scream out in victory when he picks me up and heads to the bedroom. When I touch one spot on his ear, I feel his breathing hitch a little. Always one to push buttons, I locate the spot again and bite down a little with my teeth.
The action sends him into a frenzy. He trips, and his ass lands on a small table in the hall while the lamp and other items that were on top go crashing to the floor. He doesn’t even blink. He simply lifts me like I weigh nothing at all and buries his face in my tits. When a nipple finds its way to his mouth, and he begins sucking it hard, I can’t fight the urge to grind against him. The hair of his treasure trail rubs through my pussy and almost creates the friction I so desperately crave.
When I can’t take any more, I grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back. “Take me to bed.”
My voice is deep and sultry. The tone is commanding. Not an inch of it sounds like me.
And maybe that’s the point?
Maybe this is the time to embrace the new me— the version of me that fills me with joy. The person I am deep inside and the one I have always wanted to be. Maybe this is what the year of me is about. To find this version of myself that I have kept stuffed away and let her out. Let her be free .
Beckett carries me to the bed and sets me on the edge while dropping to his knees. The sight has me in an instant panic. I’m not sure if he plans to do... what I think he plans to do, but I have never let anyone do that before, and I am suddenly terrified. My knees tremble, but Beckett simply ignores it as he lifts my foot slightly and massages the arches.
The sensation has my eyes rolling back in my head as I flop backward. “Oh fuck, that is amazing!” I hear him chuckling as he presses soft kisses to my legs. After a few moments, he switches feet, and I find myself so ridiculously relaxed that I nearly forget I’m naked.
When he finishes massaging my foot, he gently sets my foot back down. Before I can get a chance to feel nervous again or even register what’s happening, the soft, wet intrusion of his tongue along my seam has me gasping.
Fucking hell, that was nice!
Seemingly satisfied with my flavor, his mouth clamps down around my lips, and his tongue dives in deep. He swirls it around my clit and delves it into my channel. My legs shake again, but it isn’t from nerves this time. He swirls his tongue around my clit once more before sucking the sensitive nub and impaling me on his finger.
“Oh, Beckett!” I scream out as my orgasm begins to build. He pumps his finger while he continues to suck and lap at me like I’m his new favorite dish. I clutch the blankets and bite my lip hard as I hit that peak. Just as I fall over the edge, Beckett curls his finger and hits a spot that has me seeing stars. At the same time, his mouth clamps down hard to my thigh, and his teeth dig in.
“Fuck!”
I don’t know how he fucking knew it, but damn, I love being bitten. His mouth detaches and he gently kisses the spot on my leg while my pussy pulses around his finger, and he continues to pump and curl it, stretching my orgasm out until I feel boneless. My eyes flutter open, and I glance down in just enough time to see him pop his finger into his mouth. Sucking my release off his digit while he moans.
Thankfully, the view has me entranced because he seems to have lost his pants at some point. And boxers. His dick points right at me when he stands. I watch in fascination as it twitches and see the tiny bead of white that forms on the tip. My mouth waters, and I lick my lips.
Before I can move to try any of my own moves, Beckett crawls up the bed, gently pressing my legs to push me further up. Once he is satisfied with my new location on the mattress, he gently lifts my legs, bending them at the knees. The position brings the head of his cock right against my entrance, but he just casually begins to pepper my abdomen and chest with kisses.
When he reaches my nipple, he flicks his tongue across it before moving his attention to the other side. I was prepared for the same treatment, so I screamed out in victory when he forcefully latched on and sent himself in balls deep instead. Only my words are a jumble of incoherent nonsense, and Beckett’s are clear as fucking day, even with my nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck yes, Lola!” He leans down, bringing his mouth to my ear as he begins to thrust inside me slowly. “Your pussy feels glorious, my queen. Let me come inside you.”
It is by far the sexiest way he could have asked that question. I hadn’t considered the fact that we aren’t using a condom right now, but I definitely understand why he asked. I have an implant, so I have zero hesitations here. While I was never a prude before, this is also something I have yet to experience. Will I feel it when he comes inside me?
I nod eagerly, and he covers his mouth with mine. At first, I was a little shocked at the taste of myself on his tongue. It’s not a bad flavor. I suppose that’s a pat on the back for good hygiene?
Beckett’s movements become more aggressive, and when he turns his hips just slightly, a startled scream escapes me. Beckett doesn’t stop. He just smirks like a fucking God while he pumps into me harder and faster, chasing his orgasm seconds behind mine and letting my still pulsing pussy milk his cock for all it’s worth. His warmth fills me, and the sensations send me straight into another orgasm.
Nothing like marking things off your sexual bucket list.
One, Beckett can eat my pussy any time he wants.
Two, apparently cum makes you orgasm. Again.
Although the last one was a bit more of a shock, and I suppose sums up my quite lacking sexual partners thus far. However, that was what I had assumed foreplay was for.
Three... I had no fucking clue you could actually have an orgasm during sex.