Epilogue #2
And when we got out of the tub, Beckett hurried me to get inside the house.
He’d left dry towels at the entrance to the vast living room.
Before he threw one around his shoulders, Beckett spread a towel and covered my back.
He slid the glass doors shut while I shivered and he finally covered his own back with a towel.
In the next heartbeat, his body pressed against mine.
The heat he radiated warmed me quicker than the roaring fireplace on the far left side of the living room.
Beckett let our bodies press tightly. He held me for a while, rubbing circles over my back before he led us to the fireplace.
The house was built in a traditional style.
Dark hardwood floors, thick carpets, and vintage furniture from various eras combined in an eclectic mix for the ultimate amount of coziness.
The open brick fireplace was our biggest source of light, although lamps tucked into various corners gave their own glow as much as the Christmas tree someone had come and put up before our arrival.
Beckett strolled through the house like he had grown up here. He tossed his towel over a leather armchair, then took mine away when I joined him by the fire. The heat of the licking flames dried me better than the towel had, but it was Beckett who made my inner fire roar.
He snatched my hips, not missing a beat, and pulled me in. Our bodies clashed and breath left my lungs before he slammed his lips against mine. The kiss alone could have melted the frost on the windows.
His hands traced the sides of my torso, crossed my chest, rose along my neck, and finally settled on my face.
He kissed me still, his sweet lips welcoming my playful bites.
“Someday,” he whispered in my ear after the kiss.
“We’re gonna have a place like this. Somewhere we can hide from all the fans and paparazzi.
” Beckett placed his left hand on my right hip and his right hand on the small of my back.
His hard cock throbbed against my abdomen.
Mine was trapped between our hips. He moved us gently to the tune of music coming from discreetly placed speakers.
“And we’ll lock the doors. And we’ll get the fire going, just like now. And we’ll make love all night long.”
My breath hitched. “Do we have to wait until then?”
He chuckled. “Nah. I think we should practice for it.” The hand he had been holding on the small of my back slipped lower, cupping my left cheek and squeezing it hard.
It was enough to make me throb and moan at the same time, plainly allowing Beckett his victory over my body.
I had already decided he would own me tonight before we had even flirted.
I had gotten ready for him, my excitement for the intimacy never waning.
He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth eagerly. In this, he was still so much like the excited guy he had been a year ago. It was like being together was something so novel and mysterious that curiosity never wholly went away. I felt the same way.
I had asked him before, half-fearfully, if he ever wondered what it would be like to go after another guy.
Part of me had expected that, at some point, Beckett would realize there was an ocean of attractive men vying for his attention after our very public kiss on the ice.
Part of me had expected his curiosity to grow and broaden.
Early on, I had contemplated the ways to allow Beckett the freedom to discover himself fully.
“To flirt with another guy? To sleep with someone else?” he’d asked me, incredulous.
I shrugged as if it was nothing important. “Dunno. Maybe. If you would want to. A threesome, maybe, if that’s your thing?”
“Is it your thing?” he’d asked, a trace of jealousy touching his voice, reminding me of all the hell he had given me for sleeping around before he’d ever realized there was this attraction between us.
“It’s not,” I’d told him honestly. “Too many limbs. But if you feel like you’re missing out…” I shrugged again.
Beckett had then taken my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. “My love, I don’t think you understand how much I want you. Only you. I never wanted another guy, before or after. And when I realized it was always you, I stopped wanting girls, too.”
We had settled it then and never brought it up again.
My worries had been put to rest and Beckett had remained true to those words.
He had spent all his free time finding increasingly creative ways to prove to me I was the only person he desired.
And he had been the same to me. Since the first kiss against the Thirsty Thinker’s wall in the alley on campus, I hadn’t batted an eye at someone else.
I hadn’t needed to. An endless well of love and desire lived and breathed by my side.
“Where did you go?” Beckett asked, still dancing slowly, his naked body pressed against mine, his lips playing with the soft spot of my ear.
I smiled to myself. “I was just thinking…” I reached for his hips and pulled him closer as if we could get any closer than we already were. “I love you more every day.”
“Hm. That’s good. Because I have no plans of letting you go,” he said.
My fingers instinctively dug into the soft flesh above his hips when he spoke those words. Possessiveness filled me. I wanted our bodies to merge. I wanted our hearts to beat in unison. I needed him closer still.
Beckett must have felt my rising need for him because he spun me around effortlessly, wrapping our arms around my torso and pressing his crotch against my butt. His hard dick nestled between my cheeks and the thrusts of his hips sent waves of tingling desire through my entire body.
Beckett gripped me harder, pushing the air out of my lungs, and I surrendered to his hold.
He was everything to me. His hands spread open, palms pressed against my chest and stomach.
He moved to the rhythm of the music, the side of his face rubbing the hair on the back of my head, and then he kissed my neck.
“I love you, you beautiful thing,” he purred.
I shivered all over. His deep, husky voice vibrated against my skin.
He pressed his lips hotly against my spine and dragged them all the way down until he was kneeling behind me.
His hands trailed my front somewhat slower, feeling my muscles with the same passionate roughness his lips exhibited on the curve of my butt.
He sucked and licked and bit my tender body, exhaling his hot breath against my skin and then heaving to fill his lungs with fresh air.
I choked. My body was still, immovable, as I directed my attention to what Beckett was doing. My fingers sank into my firm butt and I spread my cheeks while curving my lower back. It was all the invitation my love needed.
His face sank between my cheeks, mouth wet and hot, and he licked me hungrily for a long moment.
The exhale that dragged from his chest covered my sensitive skin, but Beckett buried his face deep into my flesh and devoured me until my head lolled back and my eyes rolled in my skull.
I moaned at the ceiling, letting him yank my hips back and press my sore butt against his face.
His moves were lusty and passionate. At times, he acted as if he had only just discovered the pleasures of sex and couldn’t get enough.
At those times, he promised me the ride of my life.
Tonight, his touch was firm and determined.
His ideas were wild, but his moves were dedicated.
Every slip of his tongue over my pulsing hole felt like a small eternity of pleasure.
He ate me up, heedless of his saliva smearing between my cheeks, rubbing over his face, or dripping down my taint.
He was dirty and naughty, precisely to my liking.
I pushed one hand around to the back of his head and kept his face between my cheeks, moving my round butt back against him, and I felt us treading the line of what was possible. He was trapped against my body, his fingers sinking into the flesh above my hips, and he panted for air against my skin.
I rose on my toes, the lust blazing through me, and waited until my cock throbbed. Simultaneously, Beckett’s hands moved back, then one landed on my cheek with a loud slap. I yelped and moved a step forward, freeing him from my grip and avoiding a premature orgasm by a hair’s width.
My chest heaved with a deep inhale and I came to my senses just long enough to turn around and look at Beckett, grinning as he knelt.
“Come on,” he huffed. In an instant, he was sprawling on the narrow carpet by the hearth.
He was so hard that his cock wouldn’t rest on his stomach and the wicked smile on his face was the most inviting thing I’d ever seen.
“You sure?” I asked.
“You know you want to,” Beckett said, a note of daring in his voice challenged me enough to make me bite my lip. “And I want you to.”
A corner of my lips ticked up and I slowly lowered myself to my knees next to his shoulders.
I swung one leg over my lover’s body and turned around as I settled myself.
Now, facing down his body, I waited for Beckett to take my hips.
He did after a short beat, then he pulled me to sit on his face.
His tongue met me eagerly, licking and rubbing so hard that my brain spun inside my head.
My earlier moans seemed like whispers compared to the sounds that left my lips now.
Beckett gripped me firmly, jerking me back and forth against his face.
My dick swayed under its own weight, hard enough to hurt.
My balls rested over Beckett’s chin, rising slowly as he edged me to the verge of my climax.