20
Penny
“Pull yourself together,” I whisper, pacing back and forth in front of my king-sized bed.
I’m bored out of mind without Evie here to entertain me, and all I can focus on is the throbbing between my thighs.
I’m so turned on.
So ridiculously horny.
This is all his fault.
It’s been hours since Beckett walked his ass out of my café and all I can think about is the way he caged me in against the counter, the way his biceps bulged and the veins in his forearms pulsed.
The feel of his hot breath against my skin.
The firm grip he had on my jaw.
The way he whispered his apology against my lips…
No.
Fuck him and everything that came out of his mouth.
Immediately, my mind goes to all the incredible things I know he can do with that mouth, and I internally scold myself once again.
My mind is just all mixed up because of his false promises, unwanted declarations, and the fact that he’s the father of the baby growing inside me right now.
That’s all this is.
The hormones are mixing everything up.
I just need to relax .
I’m horny? Fine. I can deal with that; I’ve got a drawer full of tools for exactly this occasion.
With more force than necessary, I storm over to the raw timber bedside table on the left-hand side of my bed, rip open the top drawer, and grin down at the light pink rabbit vibrator staring back at me.
This is getting handled right now.
As quickly as physically possible, I strip down to nothing, leaving my yellow dress and my white cotton panties in a pile on the floor. I grab the answer to all my problems from its hiding place, and after making myself comfortable on top of my white duck-down comforter, I place the vibrator beside me, and part my legs.
I take my time, running my fingers along my collarbone, over my breasts, down my stomach, and then back up again, along my sides, before finally sliding one hand between my thighs and through my pussy lips.
I’m so wet.
So ridiculously wet.
Eagerly, I coat my fingers in my arousal, part two around my clit in a scissor-like motion, and shudder from the sensation. My nipples harden in response, and I use my free hand to roll one between my thumb and index finger, humming as the pleasure has me sinking further into the bed.
Beckett’s face appears in my mind the moment I close my eyes, but instead of fighting against the thought of him, I lean into it, allowing our memories to play in my head like a movie, and rub small, firm circles around my clit. I imagine that my hands are his, release my nipple and drag my fingers down my body, to my inner thigh, remembering the way his calloused fingertips would do the same, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.
I gasp, my lips parting, as I move the fingers working my clit a little faster. I swear I can almost hear him whispering in my ear, praising me for pleasuring myself. For taking what I need.
“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” The memory of his deep, commanding voice has me blindly feeling around on the bed beside me for my toy, needing more than my hand can give. I turn it on, and the feel of the vibration against my palm makes my pussy clench around thin air, so I replace my fingers with the bunny ears, using them to cradle my clit. My hips instinctually jerk off the bed in search of more, and within minutes, a light sheen of sweat is coating my overly sensitive skin. I slide my fingers through the moisture; up my inner thigh, over my hip, veering over my stomach and then between my breasts. Gently, I run the tips of my slippery fingers over my neglected nipple just as I remove the vibration from my clit and reposition the toy so that the tip of the silicone cock is at my entrance.
I’m so damn wet that I’m able to slide the entire length of the toy all the way inside in one smooth motion so that the vibrating ears sit on either side of my clit while my pussy stretches around the rest.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, arching my back, forcing the rabbit deeper, the ridges lining the sides, making a hell of a lot of sense right now.
“Look at you. Jesus, look at you, taking all this cock in that tiny little cunt.” The memory of Beckett’s praise runs through my mind again, and I know I’ll never be able to forget the way his deep, gravelly voice sounds when he’s consumed by lust.
“C’mon. Be a good girl and bend over for me. You know you want to.” His voice is so damn clear, it feels like he’s in the room with me. “I won’t tell anyone that you can do as you’re told.”
A low moan tears from my lips as my stomach tightens and my pussy flutters around the toy. “Oh, God.”
As my legs begin to tremble, I open my eyes and prop myself up on my elbow so I can watch. I fuck myself, faster and faster, my wrist jerking back and forth, so turned on by the sight, and consumed by the need to come, that I don’t even notice Beckett standing in the doorway to my bedroom until he clears his throat.
I meet his gaze head on, and slow my movements, but I don’t stop, too close to the edge to let his sudden appearance steal my orgasm.
For a moment, I’m unsure if he’s actually here, or if my brain has somehow conjured not only his voice, but also his overwhelmingly large frame. But then he moves, and his cologne fills the room. I watch as his pupils dilate and his lids droop. An involuntarily gasp escapes me as he licks his plump bottom lip, and his eyes wander down to the toy still buried deep inside me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask breathlessly, the silicone ears of the rabbit still vibrating against my clit.
“I came to talk about earlier,” he whispers.
“I see.” I gasp as another wave of pleasure rolls through my core.
For a heated moment, neither of us speaks. We just stare at each other as our chests rise and fall in tandem, mine from the bed, and his from the other side of the room.
“You need a hand?” he asks, breaking the silence; his voice so deep that the question comes out as more of a rumble, and my nipples ache in response.
I should say no. Tell him to fuck right off, but instead, I get an idea.
“You can watch,” I whisper, lowering my voice as I draw the toy slowly out of my pussy for dramatic effect. “That’s your thing, isn’t it?”
The less than subtle dig doesn’t seem to faze him in the least because as soon as the words are out of my mouth, he takes a step forward. I watch as he saunters across the room, not stopping until he’s reached the edge of my bed, right in front of me and my spread legs. With a thud, he drops to his knees and pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and holds it there with his teeth, his eyes locked on my core. “Holy shit,” he whispers.
For a moment, the only sound in the room is the buzzing coming from my rabbit, and then, without giving myself time to think about what I’m doing, I sink back into my pillows, adjust the angle of my toy, and let out a long, soft moan as I’m once again, filled.
Beckett grunts and cocks his head to the side as I peer down at him through heavy lids. “God, you have the prettiest pussy, Pen,” he says, awe lining his tone. “So, fucking pretty.”
I feel myself get more wet, just from the sound of his voice. Everything feels heightened, knowing that he’s sitting right there. Watching me. Enjoying the show.
I feel powerful.
Sexy .
“That’s a good fucking girl, Penny. Jesus Christ, look at that…” His voice gets deeper with every word and his praise sends another wave of pleasure through my body.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, sliding the toy in at the perfect angle.
“Yesssss,” Beckett hisses, his face so close to my core that his sharp exhale of breath hits my clit. “Again.”
I do as he says and I pick up the pace until I’m right there.
Right fucking there.
I close my eyes, sink further into the bed, and wait for it. But it doesn’t come.
I don’t fucking come.
“Poor baby,” he teases, before clicking his tongue. “You want to come, Love?”
Frantically, I nod. “So bad. So fucking bad.”
I moan as he leans in, and I feel his facial-hair brush against my inner thigh. “Look at me,” he commands before licking the junction between my thigh and my pussy.
I do as I’m told without a second thought, the feel of his warm tongue on my skin turning me feral. Using my free arm to prop myself up again, I look down, and holy hell, I’ve never seen anything hotter than Beckett on his knees, staring up at me through hooded eyes as a plastic cock fills me, right in front of his face…
“Go on,” he says, holding my gaze captive. “ Come for me .”
And that does it.
I. Detonate.
“Holy shit,” I scream as my body convulses with pleasure, finally allowing me my release. Every hair on my body raises, goosebumps line my skin, my nipples ache, and my head spins. I’ve never felt anything like it, and the entire time, I look right into his lust filled green eyes.
“Atta girl,” he whispers as I pant through my orgasm. “Keep fucking coming .”
And I do. Wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure rolls through me, stealing the air from my lungs. My legs shake more intensely the longer I fuck myself, making it near impossible to keep them up and bent at the knee, and the wetness leaking from my pussy drips onto the comforter beneath me, creating a wet patch.
Finally, once I’ve drained my body of every last ounce of ecstasy, I collapse, remove the toy from my body, toss it onto the bed beside me, and allow the post-orgasmic bliss to take over.
“Feel better?” Beckett asks I allow him to stroke the soft flesh of my inner thigh, his voice soft, but hoarse. Rough with need.
“Mhmm. You can leave now,” I say dreamily as my body melts into the bed; every single one of my muscles relaxing.
I throw my arm over my eyes so that the crook of my elbow is blocking out all forms of light, and he chuckles, as if I’m joking. I raise my arm just enough to open my eyes and look down at him as he lingers between my thighs.
“You’re serious?” he asks with an amused grin spread wide across his face.
“ Very .”
He may have helped me release some tension, but I didn’t invite him here, so I am under no obligation to play hostess. He knows where the door is, and I’m ready for a well-deserved nap.
With a deep chuckle, he shakes his head, and climbs to his feet, using the bed for support, and I watch as he unbuttons his loose fitting, dark wash jeans, and tucks his huge, incredibly hard cock into the waistband of his dark grey boxer briefs. The sight of his dragon tattoo catches my eye, but I do my best to feign indifference. He does not. He stands there, and his eyes leave a possessive trail along my body as he takes in every inch of my naked form before silently moving across the room.
Only once he’s reached the door, do I realise that he’s holding my previously discarded white panties. He smirks at me, as my eyes flit from his hand to his face several times, and then slowly, making a show of it, he balls my underwear up, and shoves most of the material into his pocket.
The pervert.
“Glad I could be of service,” he says, winking at me before leaving the room, fly still completely undone and my panties hanging out of his pants.
Beckett
Before my front door even has a chance to shut behind me, I’m tugging at my pants, trying to free myself from the thick, heavy material currently suffocating my cock.
Penny lives within five minutes of my place, but fuck, that drive felt like it went on forever.
My keys clatter against the wooden floorboards as I toss them to the side, not giving a single shit where they end up, and within seconds, my jeans and my too-tight briefs are joining them.
A loud sigh of relief escapes me as my dick hits my stomach with a soft thud, and I grasp it in my hand, squeezing to relieving some of the pressure that’s been building since the moment I opened Penny’s bedroom door to see her fucking herself with the rabbit I bought her.
She doesn’t know it, but I replaced that particular toy with a brand new one, identical to the OG, when we first started sleeping together, because the thought of her getting off using something I gave her, when I wasn’t around to do it myself, was fucking hot.
My cock aches in my hand at the thought, and a bead of pre-cum appears at the tip as I reach down and cup my balls, hot and fucking heavy, in one hand, and gently squeeze them as I work myself with the other.
Fuck, I need to come.
But not here.
I have the rest of my clothes torn off and thrown around the room in the blink of an eye, and with Penny’s panties in my hand, I storm through the house, down the hall, and into my ensuite. With my aching dick back in one hand, I turn the shower on with the other and wait for the water to start steaming before stepping in and holding Penny’s underwear out in front of me to keep them dry.
I can’t help it. I grin like a madman as the scalding water hits my back, and I bring her panties to my face. The smell of her beautiful cunt fills my lungs as I inhale deeply and squeeze the ever-loving shit out of my cock as it leaks all over my hand.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my voice muffled by the material, as I slowly glide my hand up and down, using my own arousal, mixed with the water, as lube.
My teeth grind together as I clench my jaw and tighten my grip, flicking my piercing with my thumb each and every time I reach the tip, feeling myself get closer and closer to the edge with every stroke.
This is going to be over way faster than I’d like it to, so without wasting any time, I hold Penny’s panties under the showerhead, watching as the material gets darker from the water, before reaching for the bottle of strawberry scented body wash I got her from The Body Shop a couple months back, that still sits in my shower niche.
Three pumps of the pink liquid later, and the panties are not only sudsy as fuck, but they’re also wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as close my eyes and replay the memory of Penny impaling herself with her plastic cock, over and over as I use her panties to jerk myself off, tightening my grip as I get to the tip and releasing as I slide down to the base.
I can hear her little whimpers, smell the sweat lining her skin, see her arousal leaking out of her and dripping down her ass crack as she slowly worked her toy in and out of her needy little pussy. “Fuuuuuck,” I groan as my movements becoming jerky, and I chase the release I need more than my next breath.
“You want to come, Love?”
“So bad.”
Shiiiitttt.
I replay every moment in my mind, over and over.
The way her back arched off the bed.
The way her little pink nipples puckered as she pinched them between her fingers.
The way she looked into my eyes, her lids hooded, her pupils blown as I praised her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.”
With an animalistic grunt, I hang my head back, allowing the water to run over my face before falling forwards, bracing myself with one hand on the shower glass, and recalling the last time Penny got on her knees for me in this bathroom and let me fuck her mouth.
“Yessss,” I hiss, seeing the image in my mind so clearly. Her beautiful berry-coloured lips stretching around me, the powerful look in her eyes as she looked up at me, daring me to hold out, daring me to try to resist coming down her throat. “Oh, shit,” I whisper, feeling my balls tighten and my legs shake. Faster and faster, I work myself to the point of no return, where black spots appear in my vision and my entire body tingles and pulses.
She’s grinning around my cock, swirling that talented tongue just right, and then her hand wanders, and a single finger parts my ass cheeks.
“Jesus,” I grunt, my forearm aching from the rhythm I’m keeping. “Fuck, oh, fuck, Pen.” I imagine the sensation I felt that very first time she pressed her fingertip to my asshole, and it does me in.
I groan, long and low, as finally, fucking finally, I come so hard I almost lose my damn balance and my come paints the pane of tempered glass in front of me.
Jesus. Fucking . Christ.