BECKETT #2
I didn’t ask that last question. The truth was, I was forgetting what I hated about this guy.
And even if I managed to grasp after some far-fetched ideas of past hurts and bruised pride, comments that had belittled and offended me, it was hard to follow that train of thought.
He folded in my arms, his sweet lips pressed against mine, and I knew so clearly that I had been waiting for him my whole life.
I had been waiting for this. When all the other encounters had been sparks of lust, Caden was a blazing wildfire.
When all the girls I flirted with or took home for a night blurred in my vision, Caden stood clear as day, every feature sharp, his entire being imprinted into my mind.
Only the endless rivalry between us stopped me from offering to keep last night’s role as we made out, hands exploring each other’s bodies and tongues battling for dominance.
That little trace of pride that Caden should see me bottoming as a kind of submission — even if he was faking it — fired me up to grab a fistful of hair on the back of his head and yank him away.
I stretched my lips and bared my teeth. “I’m going to make you mine tonight, Jones. ”
Caden shuddered and clutched the sides of my sweater.
I kissed him again, harder. In an instant, I spun us around and pinned him against the door. “What? You’re not gonna fight it?”
I was teasing him, but he pushed me a little back and gave me a significant look I couldn’t read. He was amused when he spoke. “You’re too stubborn, Partridge. It’s easier to just let you fuck me.”
My cock throbbed harder than ever when he spoke those words.
Was this real? I felt as excited about the unknown as I had last night.
It nearly swept me off my feet. I licked my lips and remained as calm as I could.
“If you want privacy…” I gestured with my head towards the bathroom, remembering how happy I had been last night that Caden hadn’t returned to the room while I was in the middle of prepping myself.
Caden laughed softly. “Where do you think I was after the game?”
My heart leaped when I realized that Caden had already decided how this night would play out.
He had decided it way before all this cat-and-mouse foreplay.
I had been moments away from finally giving in and letting him top me.
At this point, I was willing to do whatever just to have a rematch with him.
I said nothing. I was at a loss for words.
Instead, I bumped into him hard and kissed him harder.
He was all mine. He was nobody else’s, even if he needed reminding, convincing, and flirting.
Every time I had seen him flirt with a guy at the bar, possessiveness masked itself so well that I hadn’t even realized I had been jealous.
Me, me, me. I wanted him to kiss me and fuck me and look at me the way he looked at those random strangers.
The rough and impatient moves of my body pinned Caden against the door, but it wasn’t enough to make me feel close enough.
I rammed into him with all my weight, squeezing him hard between my body and the door.
My lips smeared over his and then dipped to kiss his chin and jaw.
My hands reached down to his firm butt and every desire I had ever felt roared to life.
Caden threw his arms over my shoulders. He wrapped them around my upper back. And when my biceps curled and I lifted him up against the door, Caden propped himself up.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
His legs immediately curled around my waist and I kissed him from below, holding him up.
His ass settled partially on my crotch. Caden moved his hips and used his abs to twist and coil, rubbing himself against me like he was in heat and the only way he could ever feel any relief was if I was inside of him.
I stepped away from the door with Caden hanging from my neck and waist. He was so well wrapped around me that I had no worries about him sliding off.
Instead, I steadied my muscles and carried my boy to the dresser.
I freed my left hand long enough to swipe the scattered clothes off the big dresser, then set Caden on top of it.
“This is where I’m gonna fuck you, Jones,” I purred.
He didn’t reply aside from letting out a strangled breath and giving me a doe-eyed look of desire.
It was the most sensitive and intimate I had ever seen him.
This person was vastly different from the control freak who had had his way with me last night.
This person surrendered himself to me. And I could totally play like that.
Caden gripped the dresser’s edge while I stepped back long enough to pull my hoodie off.
I threw it on the floor and pulled my belt out of my pants.
It snapped and Caden’s breath hitched. I filed that for another time because my certainty shot through the roof.
There would be another time. And Caden would feel the tip of my belt wherever he desired it. Now, though, I needed him naked.
As I stepped out of my pants and straightened, I saw my reflection in the mirror behind Caden.
The bulge in my underwear was massive, the speed at which my chest was rising and falling was frightening, and the ruffled hair falling in every direction over my brow and sides gave me a stylishly messy look.
Caden licked his lips as I stepped forward and helped him to sit up.
I kissed him while I reached for the edge of his T-shirt.
I pulled it up over his head, breaking the kiss.
He let me undress him with no reservations.
“You’re turning me on so hard, Jones,” I murmured, throwing his T-shirt behind me and grabbing his body like it would make him more mine. “You make me want to do such filthy things to you.”
“What things?” he whispered, fingers running through my hair as I kissed his neck. “Tell me.”
My lips feathered over his collarbones. “I wanna make you choke on my dick, Jones. I wanna see you gag. I wanna see tears streaming down your cheeks. Do you hear me?”
He whimpered, head falling back and thumping against the mirror.
“And when I look at you, I wanna see your sluttiest happy smile. I wanna see you drool over me like you did last night.” I throbbed harder than I thought was possible.
My underwear was in the way, annoyingly holding my dick trapped against my hip.
“And when I impale you, I wanna see you laugh with joy because it’s the best dick you ever had. ”
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, sliding closer to me on the dresser, his ass reaching over the edge and rubbing against my crotch, his legs twisting around my waist. He used them, crossed at the ankles on the small of my back, to pull me in.
His denim pants awakened fury in me. There were too many layers between us.
I wanted to rip them apart without a second thought.
I stepped back before the beast broke out of its cage. Caden released me, clutching the edge of the dresser again and leaning fully against the big mirror.
As I yanked his pants down, Caden gasped.
They flew to the floor and I grabbed his boxer briefs, practically tearing them by the seams to undress him.
They ran down his legs and then fell on the floor.
Caden pulled his legs up and set his feet on the edge of the dresser, hands on his ankles to make sure his legs didn’t slide off.
Bent like that, he was a thing of immeasurable beauty.
His legs were spread wide enough that I needed a few moments to compose myself.
Smooth, creamy skin, prickles rising, thick, long cock hard and resting against his stomach.
His cheeks spread as he widened the space between his legs and all my fantasies faded away.
There was only one thing I wanted to do to him now.
I fell on my knees before I even managed to take my underwear off.
My hands reached up to hold his thick cheeks apart.
My lips traced down his taint, nose dragging over his big, smooth balls.
I had no reservations about extending my tongue and getting a taste of him.
The filthy desires I had recited to him would have to wait another time.
Tonight, I had changed my mind. I would pleasure him.
I would do all the things he had done to me.
A small voice of reason in the distant back of my mind warned me that this wasn’t the same as sleeping with a girl.
The mechanics of it were vastly different.
But as I sank between his cheeks and let my tongue slick his tightening hole with warm saliva, I recounted what he had done last night to make it all easier.
He’d made me wet and relaxed. He’d fingered me loose.
He’d slathered the lube everywhere like he had an infinite supply of it.
And he’d listened.
He’d watched my face and listened to my voice. Whenever I had winced, he had slowed down. I could do as much, I was sure.
I drooled like a starving man at a buffet and not a sliver of shame flickered in me.
I wanted his delicious body all for myself.
And Caden’s moans confirmed he was having the time of his life.
His legs fell over my shoulders, squeezing my neck and holding my head where it was.
With him, everything was a wrestling match.
He challenged me at every turn, which only heightened our shared pleasure.
Damn him. He was the hottest person who had ever crossed my path.
How and why was a big unknown, but I didn’t care.
Just for lust and pleasure, I chose not to think, but act.
I ate him mercilessly, forcing louder moans out of him, struggling to push my tongue deeper as his thigh closed around the upper half of my head.