32
Penny
I stare at Becketts retreating form, slack jawed and speechless. What does he mean he needs me to be as in this as he is ? I just threw myself at him, didn’t I?
I am in this.
I fucking am .
The realisation has me sitting up straighter, my hands braced on the couch.
“Beckett,” I call out, finding my voice and jumping to my feet. “Wait!” I add, rushing through the house. “I just-” I freeze as I spot him, bare chested, his t-shirt in his hand, and his large frame filling the narrow hallway leading to his bedroom.
He takes a step toward me, so much hope swirling around in his beautiful green eyes that for a moment, the intensity of his gaze shakes my confidence, but instead of letting my fear control me, I square my shoulders, raise my chin, and I say what I need to say.
“I need you to understand that I don’t need you. I can do this, have this baby , all on my own. And if I ever have to, I will . I can do it alone.”
His entire body stiffens, and his hopeful expression morphs into one of defeat. “I know, Love,” he says, his voice low and raw. “I know you can…”
“But,” I say, licking my still sensitive, swollen lips. “I don’t want to. I really want to do this with you. Really with you. I… I’m ready. I’m in this . I’m as in this as you are.” I whisper the last half of my sentence, but he doesn’t miss a word. He drops his t-shirt to the floor and charges forward, but I’m not finished. Despite his urgency, the moment I raise my hand, he skids to a halt and holds his breath. “ But if we do this. If I let you back in. If I allow myself to get used to you being here, being with me , I need you to stay…”
His eyes light up as he smiles, and my heart flutters at the sight. “No where else for me to be but with you and our boy, Pen. No where .”
I know he believes that now, but…
I take a deep breath, and I ask the only question left to ask. “What happens when you stop feeling like that? I’m not exactly ‘low maintenance’. I freak out. That’s what I do, and I’d love to promise that I’ll never storm out on you again, or that I won’t say anything I’ll regret, but…” I sigh, and my shoulders deflate. “I’m a lot. I know I am-”
“You are.” My heart aches at the confirmation, but I understand. With a sad smile, I nod, but then he adds, “You’re everything, Pen. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m pretty sure I was born to maintain you.” And I melt . “Can I kiss you now?” he asks, taking a hesitant step forward. “Please?”
The moment I nod, his mouth is on mine, his lips soft, but firm. One hand is in my hair, fingers woven through the thick strands, and my fingernails bite into his shoulders as I cling to him. He returns my desperation with his own, tugging at my hair to hold me in place while digging his long, thick fingers into the skin of my back through my singlet. The emotion that pours from me, to him, and back again, is so overwhelming that I gasp against his mouth as he deepens the kiss and tangles his tongue with my own.
“I love you,” he groans against my lips. “Pen, fuck. I love you so much.”
“I…” The words sit on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t force them any further.
I can’t say them…
Thankfully, before I choke on my unexpressed adoration of the man cradling my head as if it’s the most precious thing he’s ever held, he covers my mouth with his again.
Gently, but fiercely, he kisses me, over and over, some kisses deep, others soft and teasing. Every nerve in my body comes to life, and when I wrap my other hand around his neck, he releases his hold on me, bends down a little further, and wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs, lifting me in one quick motion. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist, my swollen stomach between us making it a little harder to do than usual, but he holds me up as if I weigh nothing at all.
Slowly, he turns and carries me down the hallway to the entrance of his bedroom, placing gentle kisses on my lips, my neck, and my collarbone the entire way. Before stepping through the threshold, he pauses, looks at me through hooded, lust filled eyes, and whispers. “You okay? You sure?”
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life, but instead of saying so, I nod and I kiss him. His shoulders immediately relax under my hands, and he walks us into the room.
When we reach the edge of the bed, he gently places me on my feet, and then peels the clothing from my body, piece by piece, not taking his eyes off me for a second, as he does.
The possessive look on his face as he takes in my naked form has me standing proudly in front of him, and when he tells me to lie down, in that deep, sexy voice, I do as I’m damn well told.
“I don’t even know where to start,” he whispers as he tugs down his pants, leaving him standing there, as naked as I am, his hard cock jutting out toward me, his dragon tattoo on full display, and the shiny, silver bar piercing his tip, sparkling. “You’re so fucking sexy, Pen,” he continues as he lowers himself onto the bed and crawls towards me on all fours like a predator, his eyes wide, his pupils blown. “Like every dream, every fantasy I’ve ever had, come to life right in front of my eyes.”
I fight the urge to shrug off his praise, to turn away from his gaze, because the way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel wanted. Desired . So, instead, I lap up the hungry, lust filled expression he’s wearing, and I spread my legs to accommodate his size, as he climbs on top of me and forces me further back into the pillows supporting my head.
“Tell me you love me, Penny,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing my collar bone, holding his body weight off my belly by resting on his forearms. “I want to hear the words leave your lips,” he continues, kissing up my neck, until he stops just under my ear. “Say it.”
“I…” I moan, as he grinds his erection against my core, the friction, along with the feeling of the cool, steel barbell of his piercing, rubbing against my clit making my eyes flutter closed. “I want you,” I whisper. “Fuck, I want you, Beck.”
“Hmmm,” he hums into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I can work with that.”
Again, he grinds himself into me, and I whine. “ Please .”
He clicks his tongue at me before kissing along my jaw. “We’re only just getting started,” he whispers. “It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside you. Since I’ve been allowed to worship your body with mine.” He slides one strong hand under my body and grips my ass before running his fingers up my thigh, and then between us. “So, you’re going to lay there, like a good little girl, and you’re going to let me play. Aren’t you?” he asks, hovering his mouth over mine.
“Yes,” I hiss, inhaling his breath as he coats his fingers in my arousal. “I’ll be good.”
He hums in appreciation and then kisses me while gently stroking between my pussy folds, paying extra attention to the bundle of nerves throbbing under his touch. He devours me for what feels like hours, and by the time he pulls away, my lips feel bruised, and swollen in the best possible way, and I watch in utter fascination as he lifts himself off me and sits back on his heels, his thick, veined cock, sitting proudly against his stomach, the tail of his dragon, pulled tightly around the skin.
“Roll onto your side, baby,” he says, reaching for me and using his grip on my thighs to turn me. “That’s it.” He slides behind me, running his hand up my thigh, and positioning it how he wants it; in front of me, so that when he pushes me over a little more, it prevents me from rolling onto my stomach. “Perfect,” he praises, nuzzling into my neck and sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
Then, without warning, he rocks his hips forward, and the tip of his cock runs through my folds. I turn my head so that I can see him, and he leans forward, pressing himself up with his elbow so that he can kiss me. His fingers run up and down my side as he slowly moves back and forth, until finally, he presses himself against my entrance.
“Fuck,” I moan as he holds my hip for support and pushes the tip of his cock into me. God, I’ve missed the way it burns as my body stretches around him.
He grunts into my mouth as he rocks his hips back and forth, working himself further and further into my pussy until eventually he’s fully seated.
“Good?” he whispers, flexing his hips a little as he stares into my eyes with so much fucking wondering swirling in his irises that the expression has the breath catching in my throat.
“So good,” I whimper, placing my hand against his cheek as he starts moving. “So full.”
He grunts again and tightens his grip on my hip so he can thrust up into me with a little more force. “Fuck. I missed you.” The way he stretches me verges on painful, but when he slides his hand down my hip and between my thighs, to strum at my clit as he slowly, melodically fucks me, the pleasure outweighs everything else.
“Oh, god,” I groan. “ Beck …”
He moans, agreeing with me, and pulls away so that he can fully lower himself onto the bed beside me. Tucking his free hand underneath me, he wraps his arms around my upper body, cups my breast and pulls me into his chest. The change in position adjusts the angle he’s hitting inside me, and my body shudders in response. “Oh my god,” I whisper as his heart hammers against my back, and he clings to me as if he’s scared that I’ll disappear if he lets go.
He places gentle kisses against my shoulder, my head, my cheek, whispering words of love and adoration as he continues to rock back and forth. Slowly, but surely, he brings me closer and closer to the edge, and every time he slides back inside me, and lets out another deep, primal grunt directly into my ear, I moan, unable to keep quiet.
“There it is,” he whispers as he rolls my nipple between his fingers and increases the pressure on my clit. I shudder against him and he pants into my hair. “Let go for me. I can feel you fluttering around my cock. Just let go.”
I nod frantically as he holds me tighter to him and quickens his pace. “I’m going to-”
“Fuck,” he growls, the sound of our skin making contact, and our combined panting echoing around the room. “Yes. Do it. Come all over my cock, Penelope.”
On a silent scream, my entire body goes rigid, and then all-consuming pleasure rolls through me like a wave. “Fuuuuuuuck,” he groans, slowing his pace to prolong my release. “That’s my girl. God , your pussy is like a fucking vice. Jesus .”
He doesn’t stop until he’s sure I’m done, but I’m still shuddering from my orgasm when he slowly pulls out of me and begins stroking my side. We lay there, his cock pressed between us, and my heart beating in time with his as it pounds against my back. He nuzzles his nose into my hair and inhales deeply, while melodically tracing the dip of my waist and my hip, and I frown, confused.
“That it?” I tease after another minute. I mean, he hasn’t even come yet... “Just one?”
Beckett has always prided himself on being the only man to make me come more than once, so I’m not surprised in the least when he snorts and immediately raises himself to his knees. He lifts my limp body from the bed and flips me over so that I’m on all fours, and my ass in the air, and I grin into my pillow, feeling victorious.
“I got you there sweetly, Pen. Showed you how much I love you, didn’t I?” he asks as positions himself at my entrance.
“Yes,” I whine as he rocks forward, forcing the tip of his cock into me. The cool metal of his piercing feels amazing against the heat of my pussy.
“That’s right,” he groans, rocking back and forth. “But you need more than that, don’t you? Yeah, you do. So, now? Now, I’m going to fuck you.” He punctuates the sentence with a thrust, and I rock forward from the force of it.
He reaches down and places a protective hand on my stomach, ensuring it’s raised off the bed before he pounds into me, hitting the exact right spot, again and again, forcing one orgasm to morph into another until I’m writhing beneath him, biting at my pillow to stop myself from screaming in pleasure.
“You should see the way your ass is bouncing for me, baby,” he pants, his thighs slapping against mine. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” I hiss as he brings his palm down on my left cheek, the sting making me clench my jaw, but then, he thrusts up against my g-spot, making black dots appear in my vision, and I scream.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he encourages, in that deep, raspy voice, as once again, my walls start fluttering around him. “Again. Fucking come again for me, Pen. Atta girl.”
I scream out my release into the pillow to muffle the noise, as my arousal starts dripping down my thighs, and Beckett continues to play my body like a fiddle.
“Good girl,” he coos, running his hand down my sweaty back, slowing his pace so that his cock is gently rocking in and out of me. “You want one more?” he asks, and despite my body’s plea for rest, I lift my head just enough to nod.
He chuckles, and the vibration runs through his body into mine. “Alright, one more, and then I’m going to fill this pretty little cunt with my come.”
He pulls out of me, drops onto the bed, and rolls over. As soon as he’s on his back, I’m pushing myself onto all fours and throwing my leg over his torso. He hums in appreciation as I lean in and kiss him while grinding my pussy against his rigid stomach. Blindly, he takes a hold of his cock, grabs my thigh, and slides me down his body until his tip is once again pressing against my entrance.
Without hesitation, I sit back on him, allowing half his length to stretch me out, and the barbell of his piercing to drag along my sensitive walls. He grabs the back of my head and bites my bottom lip, holding me in place, as he raises his ass off the bed to get deeper.
“My turn,” I groan against his mouth as I sit back, forcing him into the mattress. “Don’t try to fuck from the bottom, Beck.”
He chuckles as I grin at him and wriggle down a little more until I’m in the perfect position to slide all the way down his cock, and my pussy hits his pelvis.
I look into his eyes, and all of this feels like a dream. Like a really, really good dream. Like something my brain has conjured up. But it’s not…
We’re doing this. We’re really doing this.
A sharp slap on my ass has me refocusing and raising my eyebrows at the man underneath me. “Well, go on then,” Beckett teases, tucking his hands under his head as he gazes up at me. “ Fuck me, baby .”
He’s so deep like this, and despite the multiple orgasms I’ve already had today, my walls still need a moment to adjust to his girth before I can comfortably move.
“Shit,” he drawls, as I lean forward, both hands braced on his lower stomach for support, and I start bouncing. “You’re going to be the death of me, Love,” he groans, running one hand over his face and into his hair, as the other one reaches for my breast. “I’m not going to last. The sight of you working my dick like that? Fuck . It’s too much.”
“You’ll wait until I’ve got mine,” I whisper, unable to contain the moan that follows as I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone while his dick slides in and out of me at the perfect angle.
He grins that wicked, sexy grin at me, and takes me by surprise by sitting up, sliding back so that he’s flat against the headboard, and holding me steady with one hand firmly planted on my ass.
I don’t stop. Using his shoulders for support now, I start bouncing up and down, the sensation making my eyes flutter closed.
“Yessss,” he whispers before licking the pad of his thumb. “Fuck me like you own me, Pen. God knows you do.” He places his thumb between us and gently rubs my clit back and forth until, once again, I’m tipped over the edge.
“Holy shit,” I groan, scrunching my eyes closed and throwing my head back.
“No,” he barks, taking control and thrusting up into me from underneath. “You look at me as you come,” he orders, grabbing my jaw in his large, warm hand and forcing my face back down. “You look at me as you make me come.”
I open my eyes and stare into his, mesmerised by the colour of his green irises as he reaches his tipping point. His lip’s part, and his eyelids flutter from the pleasure. “Fuuuuuck,” he moans, releasing my face and gripping my hips with both hands so that he can hold me down as his cock swells and jerks deep inside me.
“Kiss me,” he whispers as his movements slow, and he gently rocks me back and forth.
I lean forward, and press my lips to his, and for a long while, we stay like that. His hands run up and down my back, his fingertips caressing the divots of my spine, and then eventually, he lifts me off him and rolls us onto our sides so that we’re nose to nose. For a moment, we just look at each other. Stare into each other’s souls, and revel in the fact that we’re here. Together. Three words sit on the tip of my tongue as every muscle in my body relaxes and my eyelids become heavy.
“Going to get a washcloth, and clean you up,” Beckett whispers, his face so close to mine that the warmth of his breath heats my swollen lips.
“Hmmmm,” I hum back, sleep threatening to take me.
His deep, rough chuckle has me smiling and nuzzling into my pillow as the bed bounces from the release of his weight. The last thing I hear is his heavy footsteps as he crosses the room toward the ensuite, and then I fall asleep, feeling more content than I have in months.