Chapter 15 Beckett #2
“No, baby, you did perfect. I got all that I needed,” I say.
“What do you mea—Oh…” She says, looking down at the wet spot on my sweats. Her cheeks turn pink.
“Did…did I do that?” she whispers, her eyes unable to find mine. I can’t help but find it so fucking cute how innocent she is.
“Yes, you did, baby. You and a little help from the couch,” I whisper. I lace our fingers together, bring them to my lips, and kiss her knuckles.
Her cheeks turn even more pink, and the words that come out of her mouth surprise me.
“That’s kinda hot.”
I let out a small groan. “Don’t say that,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“You just can’t.”
She lets out a little huff. I can see that she’s thinking about something. I’m not sure if she’s trying to say it and just doesn’t know how, or what it is.
“Can I touch you?”
My breath catches in my throat. For a moment, I can’t speak, so I just nod.
She untangles her hands from mine, letting her fingers dance slowly over my chest and down my abdomen.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers. I let out a small growl. The thought of teaching her how to do so many things leaves images in my head that make my cock twitch in my sweats.
“It’s ok,” I say, my hand helping guide her into my sweats.
I help her rub me through my boxers. I let out a small moan, the feel of her touching me almost too much.
“Just take your time,” I encourage, pulling my hand away and letting her explore my body. She lets out a shaky breath as I kiss the side of her head.
“There’s nothing that you can do that would make me not enjoy this, baby,” I whisper, and she nods. I watch as her hands tug my sweats and boxers down. I lift my hips a little to make it easier for her to move them out of the way.
“Is this ok?” she asks as she takes me into her hand and strokes me up and down.
“Mhmm,” I hum, letting my eyes close. She strokes me in slow, tentative strokes like she’s unsure if she’s doing it right.
She uses my cum as lube as she gently pumps me. She works slow, giving me time to react to being played with.
My hips push up into her hand, needing just a little more. She takes the hint and moves a little faster.
“That feels good, baby, just like that,” I praise. She applies a little more pressure, and it makes my cock hard and full again.
I turn my head and use my hand to make her look at me. Her eyes are soft and curious, her lips parted like she enjoys watching herself touch me.
I press a soft kiss to her lips as her hand continues to work me. She swallows my noises, and I can’t help but chase my orgasm by pumping my hips up into her hand.
My head falls back against the couch, and my eyes squeeze shut as she shuffles herself down, using her other hand to cup and play with my balls.
“Baby,” I moan. “Just like that pretty girl,” I praise.
Her eyes find mine. One hand bracing herself against me while the other continues to play with my balls.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I warn, and she continues to stroke me.
God, it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Her innocent eyes are pleading for me to tell her how good she’s making me feel. I try to pull away, but she doesn’t let me. “Sloane. That’s it, baby,” I whisper, my eyes rolling back as I come for a second time.
“Good girl, such a good girl,” I praise, letting go of her and collapsing against the couch.
She doesn’t let go until my cock is completely soft.
She pulls my sweats and boxers off my legs and removes her bra.
Wordlessly, I grab my tee off the floor and clean up the mess I made.
She grabs a blanket, the remote, and cuddles back onto me.
Draping her legs and arms over my body, she switches to Netflix to find us a movie to watch.
My fingers trace absentminded patterns onto her skin as she lies her head down after selecting a movie for us to watch.
“Thank you for that, baby,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
“Did you like it?”
“More than you’ll ever know,” I say, playing with her hair as well.
She just needs to be pampered and taken care of.
And I want to be the one to do that. Because if it isn’t going to be me, then someone else will eventually come around and do it themselves.
That isn’t going to happen. She’s mine now, and I don’t plan on letting her go.
“Hey, we need to talk,” I say as we sit on the couch, her legs in my lap as I absentmindedly rub her feet.
“Uhhh…yeah sure, what’s going on?” She asks, pausing the show that we are watching. She pulls her legs out of my lap and turns to face me, crossing her legs in front of her.
“Today was amazing, but I think we need to have a serious conversation about what comes next.” I don’t know how to start this conversation, but it’s one we need to have.
“I’m on birth control, if that’s what you’re asking,” she says, awkwardly tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Yes, and no. I’m glad, and that makes me feel better, but I also need to know what you are comfortable with or not comfortable with.
If all of this is new for you, then I don’t want to accidentally make you do anything that you don’t want to,” I say, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. She nods.
“I don’t know, I haven’t really done anything.
I’ve had sex once, and I try to forget as much as possible about that night.
My clothes stayed on, other than for my sweats.
And leading up to that, he touched me, but I never really did anything in return,” she whispers, her face turning the most adorable shade of pink.
“Ok, well, is there anything you want to try or things you don’t want to try?” I ask, and her face turns even redder.
“I don’t know…” she whispers, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to stop the trembling.
“Ok, well, how about this: if we start something that makes you uncomfortable in any way, you can use a safe word. If you or I use this word, then no matter what we’re doing, we’ll stop. No questions asked,” I propose, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
She stays quiet, and I can tell that she’s thinking over my suggestion before she nods. “Ok, yeah, that sounds like a good idea. What word should we use?” she asks, looking up at me with soft eyes.
I look around the room before my eyes settle on her jar of suckers near the stove.
“Cherry.”
“Cherry?” she whispers, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “Cherry,” she repeats as if she’s testing the word out in her head before her eyes find mine again.
“Is that ok?” I ask, pulling her closer to me. She nods.
“Yeah, I think that cherry is the perfect word,” she confirms, letting me pull her into my lap. Once she’s settled, she lays her head on my chest. My arms wrap loosely around her waist, and I kiss the top of her head.
When neither of us tries to start up a conversation, she grabs the remote and presses play on the TV as we continue watching our show.
Well, I watch it. She naps quietly in my arms.
I grab a blanket, pulling it over the two of us, keeping her warm and safe right in my lap where she belongs. Because there’s nowhere else that I’d rather have her be.