Chapter 28 Sloane
SLOANE
Istare at myself in Beckett’s bathroom mirror. I pinch the fat on my sides. Lifting my shirt up, it shows my gross stretch marks and scars that I always keep hidden under high-waisted spandex or leggings.
“Baby?”
I drop my shirt, and I freeze. “Beckett,” I gasp in surprise, turning towards the door, panicking. He’s not supposed to be home for a few more hours.
I quickly wipe my eyes, but he’s already stalking towards me and pulling me into his arms.
I bury my face into his chest as he picks me up and walks me out into his—our room.
He sets me down on the floor in front of the full-length mirror next to the bed. The one I actively avoid, especially when I feel like this.
“Becke—” I try, but he cuts me off before I can get too far.
“Stop, just look,” he says, turning me towards the mirror and forcing my chin up so I can see my own eyes in the mirror.
“Take off your shirt,” he gently commands. I shake my head at him, my bottom lip trembling slightly.
“Take. It. Off,” he repeats, his eyes finding mine.
I pull off my shirt, which is actually his, and I stare at myself as I stand in only a pair of cotton panties.
I try to cover myself, but he doesn’t let me. He brushes my hair out of the way and presses his lips to the skin.
“You are so fucking beautiful, baby,” he whispers, kissing up my neck, making me tilt my head back slowly.
“How can you say that? I have stretch marks, scars, flab, and wiggly thighs, I’m not—”
He presses a finger to my lips.
“You are perfect just the way you are,” he says, running his hand down my body, and it drifts into my panties.
“You don’t have to do this,” I whisper as he nibbles on my neck, holding me flush against him.
“You feel that, baby? Your body does this to me,” he says, pressing his hardening cock against my ass.
I gasp. The hand not in my panties touches me all over; down my neck, over my breasts, gently tracing my rib tattoo, before settling on my waist. His other hand toys with me, rubbing me gently with two fingers.
Giving me just enough but not at the same time.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he rasps, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
“Beck,” I gasp as his finger slides inside me. My eyes flutter closed, and he growls.
“Watch.”
My eyes pop open, surprised by the tone. It’s not forceful, but it leaves no room for disobedience, either.
I watch my face heat as he fingers me, my body trembling with pleasure as he kisses and sucks on my neck. He holds me against him as my legs buckle, and I feel like I can’t stand anymore.
I fall apart with his name on my lips, and my body pressed securely against his.
He keeps me secured against his chest, as I try to catch my breath. He turns me around so that I’m looking up at him. Seeing him in clothes, I feel way more insecure than I did when I was watching myself in the mirror.
He slowly brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks.
“So fucking perfect, you have no idea. You have very quickly become my world, and you don’t even know it. You have no idea how much it hurts to come home to find you hating yourself. To find you tearing apart all my favorite parts of you.”
Tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. I know that some days are hard. Today is one of those days.” He takes my phone from the bed and turns it all the way off before setting it into his nightstand.
He turns back to me, pulling his shirt over his head before shedding his pants and pulling me back into his arms. He cups my cheeks with his hands, brushing my tears away with his thumbs.
“You’re so fucking special. I hate that you’ve never had anyone in your life show you just how amazing you truly are.”
He picks me up, and I wrap myself around him. Instead of walking to the bed, he heads towards the bedroom door, opening it. Mocha runs to greet us.
He carries me downstairs as if I were a toddler and not a grown adult.
He lays me down on the couch and drapes a blanket over me before kissing my forehead, then excusing himself. Mocha jumps up on top of me and lies down gently, and I snuggle into him.
I hear Beckett on the phone in the other room, but I don’t pay attention to what he says as I just cling to my little fury baby.
A few minutes later, Beckett sets a mug of steaming liquid down on the coffee table and lifts my feet before sitting down and placing them into his lap.
He doesn’t say anything, just turns on the TV and scrolls to one of my favorite comfort movies, Emperor’s New Groove.
Once the movie begins, he rubs my feet softly, taking his time. For some reason, it actually calms me down.
About a half hour into the movie, the doorbell rings. Beckett says nothing, just stands up, opens the door, hands the person some money, and takes the bag before disappearing into the kitchen.
“Put this on,” he says, handing me a sleep mask that I have no idea where he got.
“Why?” I ask, sitting up.
“Just do it,” he encourages, and I obey like the good little girl I am. While I adjust the mask, I hear footsteps going back into the kitchen.
He sits down next to me, and Mocha jumps off the couch.
“Open your mouth,” he commands. I decide not to question him, and I open my mouth.
I close my mouth around the utensil, and I’m met with nostalgia, the flavors of my favorite food on the planet melting on my tongue.
“I can’t have this, my cheat meal isn’t—” I’m silenced when another forkful of lo mein noodles is gently forced into my mouth.
I haven’t had Changs’ since before I moved away from here. I have no idea how he knew I loved it.
He feeds me until I take the blind fold off and look at him.
“How did you know what I liked?”
“While scrolling through your social media one day, I found a post that said how much you missed Chang’s, and figured I’d have to order us some one of these days, but I know how particular you are about your food schedule.”
“Today isn’t a cheat day,” I whisper.
“And you still look so fucking perfect,” he whispers, setting the take-out container down. I pick up the mug and lift it to my lips, letting out a sigh. Caramel coco.
He sets the mug down and pulls me into his lap, so I’m straddling him. He’s still not wearing anything but boxers.
“You’re so perfect, baby. I’m going to worship your body until you realize it,” he whispers, his lips finding my neck as he gently nips and sucks on the skin.
I gasp softly, tilting my head to the side. He pulls me flush against him, and I feel how much he wants me.
“You feel that? You haven’t even done anything, and my body can’t stay away. I want you so bad. I want to be buried so far inside you, baby, that I never come out.”
He whispers dirty words against my skin as he kisses down my neck. Beck pushes my shirt over my head, leaving me almost bare against him.
“I want to make love to you. I want to spend hours kissing every single inch of skin you have, baby,” He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and circles his tongue over the sensitive skin, making me whimper for him.
“You’re such a good girl, so pretty. You make the most perfect little sounds for Daddy,” he praises, sucking a little harder, making my back arch and my fingers tangle into his hair.
My hips move against his, rolling softly, back and forth, getting off on the simple friction alone.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need from me. Let me be your toy. Use me.”
“Beckett,” I gasp as I keep grinding on top of him while he switches and pulls my other nipple into his mouth.
His hands grip my hips, but he doesn’t stop me or even help guide me; he simply lets me take what I want.
“Please.”
“Please, what baby? Use your words.”
“I need you. Please… Daddy, I need to feel you inside me.”
“You don’t have to beg, baby, not tonight. Just take what you want. I’m all yours.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Really, baby,” he whispers, leaning back and draping his arms over the back of the couch, leaving his body on display for me.
“You’re all mine?” I whisper.
“I have been since the moment you got here, I just might not have known it then.”
I lean forward and gently place my lips on his neck, sucking and nibbling on his skin.
“Good girl,” he whispers, making me nip a little harder on his skin.
“Can I touch you, baby?”
“Yeah,” I whisper against his neck. “I’ve never done this before, I’ve never been on top,” I whisper, my cheeks turning pink.
“You’re going to look so good riding my cock,” He rasps into my ear, nipping at the skin of my lobe with his teeth.
“Can I try it?”
“If that’s what you want.”
I think that it is exactly what I want. He makes me want to try things, things that I never thought I would be able to. Things that I’d only ever read about in books or have seen on TV shows and movies. But here I am, living out every girl in high school’s wild dreams.
I get to be the girl who gets Beckett Hayes.
I remember how the girls would talk about him, how they’d say that they’d date Mason to get to his dad. I know none of that ever happened. All I can think about right now is how I’m on top of him, and he’s letting me do whatever I want to him.
I lean forward, feeling a little more confident as I capture his lips in mine.
My officer. My man.
I like the way that sounds. “Mine,” I whisper against his lips, and he groans softly, gripping my hips a little harder.
“Damn right, baby,” he whispers as I kiss down his neck and over his chest, the hair dusting the skin not deferring me as I kiss every inch of his skin I can reach.
My lips find his again, and I let my fingers trail down to the waistband of his boxers.
“You’re so hard for me,” I whisper, slipping him out of his boxers. He lifts his hips for me, letting me slide them off his legs, and I throw them. I bite my bottom lip softly as I look over the gorgeous man I sit on top of.
“You’re so pretty, B,” I whisper, letting my eyes trace him from his head down to his cock that stands at full attention, waiting for me.
“I want you inside me,” I repeat, looking up from his cock to meet his eyes that are black with desire.
“Yeah, baby?”
“So bad,” I whisper, reaching between us, wrapping my hand around him, and stroking him a few times.
“You like that?” I whisper as I grip him a little tighter.
“You have no idea,” he moans, his voice raspy as he lets his head fall back against the top of the couch.
I let out a little moan as I watch him enjoy himself, as I pleasure him with just my hand.
“God, baby,” he groans, and I apply a little more pressure.
I grab one of his hands and bring it to my middle. “Touch me,” I demand, and he doesn’t hesitate to do as I ask. He gently toys with me for a few seconds before letting his fingers slip inside me for the second time today.
He opens his eyes, and they find mine. My lips part. I whimper and moan for him as I move my hips to meet the gentle thrusts of his fingers. He thrusts up into my hand.
“Harder,” I gasp.
“Yeah, baby, you want my fingers? You want them harder?”
“Yes,” I moan, rolling my hips even harder.
“Just my fingers?”
I shake my head. “No, I want all of you,” I say, letting go of him and rising up so I’m kneeling.
I tangle my hands into his hair and pull back on his head so he’s looking up at me.
His lips part slightly, and he removes his fingers so I can sink down on top of him.
His hands find my hips, but he doesn’t guide me. He just holds me while I bounce on top of him, and all I can say is thank god for leg day.
“Sloane,” He moans, and it’s almost my undoing as I take all of him over and over.
“You’re such a good boy,” I whisper, and his eyes roll back. Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoys praise.
I ride him, my hands in his hair and my head falling back as I take him over and over again.
“Beckett…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want to be under you,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
He picks me up and lays me down on the couch.
“God, I need you so bad, baby,” he says into my ear, and with one thrust, he’s buried to the hilt inside of me.
“Beckett! Oh God,” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“God, you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he growls into my ear. His thrusts get harder and faster. My head falls back, and I already feel the orgasm building. I can already feel myself so close to the edge.
“Beck.”
“I know, baby, I know. Just a little more.”
My fingers dig into his shoulders a little harder. My back arches off the couch, and I cry out, my orgasm ripping through me.
“So good for Daddy, baby,” he says, pulling out of me, pumping himself twice, and painting my belly with his cum.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I whisper, bordering on delirious.
He runs a finger through it before bringing it up to my mouth. I open and suck the cum off. “Mmmm.”
“That’s what you do to me, pretty girl,” he whispers, kissing my forehead softly.
My cheeks flush. I go to sit up, but he stops me.
“No, let me take care of you,” he says, helping me lie back down. I do as I’m told and relax against the couch.
He disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a warm washcloth. He gently wipes off my belly, cleaning up the mess that he made.
After I’m all cleaned up, he helps fix my panties, and he hands me a shirt he must have grabbed from the laundry room.
“Here,” he says, putting on his boxers, pulling me into his lap, and holding me like a baby. We focus back on the movie and eat the lukewarm Chinese food that sits on the coffee table.
“Thank you for today. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”
“You can have this as much as you need, baby. Just let me know, and I’ll pamper the shit out of you,” he says, kissing the side of my head and cuddling us into a fuzzy blanket.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
I don’t know if I’ll ever take him up on his offer, but it’s nice to know that it’s there if I ever want to.