36
Penny
“Pen, where you at, baby?” Becketts calls as I stare at myself in the mirror, my green, silky robe parted and my bump on full display.
“In the bathroom,” I reply, continuing to lather my still damp skin in Bio Oil while scowling at the deep, red lines stretching from one side of my stomach to the other.
I smile at his reflection as he appears in the doorway, barefoot, with his black Inked on Agnes t-shirt already pulled off and clutched in his right hand.
I allow myself a moment to take him in, standing there in a pair of black, low riding joggers with the top of his dragon tattoo peeking out from the waistband, and he does the same.
“Fuck,” he practically growls, his eyes roaming from my face down to the small black pair of panties I’m wearing under my robe. “God, woman. You take my breath away, I swear.”
I shake my head at him and smile as he crosses the bathroom in three large strides, gathers my freshly washed hair in his fist and pushes it all over one shoulder so that he can bury his face in the crook of my neck. “Missed you,” he whispers, kissing the sensitive spot just under my ear.
“Mmmm,” I hum. “How was your day?”
“Better now.” His eyes meet mine in the reflection of the mirror as he reaches around me and grabs the bottle of Bio Oil sitting on the vanity. He coats his hands, places the bottle back down, and then takes over, massaging the tight skin of my belly in slow, soothing circles. “So, this guy came into the shop today.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, leaning back into his chest, enjoying the feel of his hands on me. “That a rare occurrence, or is there more to the story?”
He chuckles and rests his chin on the top of my head. “It was the bloke from karaoke night. You know, the one that Evie hit on?”
Now, that piques my interest.
“Really? For what? A tattoo?”
Evie never did get his number, or his attention, that night.
“No.” He grins at me in the mirror. “He wants to buy into Inked on Agnes , and don’t fucking act so interested now, woman.”
“I didn’t realise you were looking for another partner,” I reply, smirking at his jealous outburst.
“We’re not. Well, I guess we weren’t. But the place next to Coffee Leaf is apparently for sale, and Mack, that’s his name, by the way. He wants us to buy it with him and move the shop over there.”
I frown and turn around so that my ass in resting against the vanity. “That place is still for sale?”
I figured someone had already bought it and just hadn’t done anything with the space yet. It’s been sitting there, empty, for months.
“Apparently so.” He slides his hands underneath the silky material of my robe, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, and rests his palms on my hips. “And obviously, we’d need to hold off until little man’s arrived. I don’t want to be distracted by anything when he gets here, but I think it’d be a good move going forward. He’s happy to wait, even said he’d be cool to step in and work at our current location while I’m on leave, and Ryan’s practically frothing at the mouth at the thought of being right next door to Molly all day long, so yeah . What do you think? It’d be a big investment, and we’d have to speak to our landlord. See if he’d be willing to let us out of lease early, but…”
For a moment, I’m a little shocked that he’s asking for my opinion, as if him doing this, is a decision we should make, together .
“Honestly?” I ask, raising my hand and placing it on his bare chest. He nods and cocks his head to the side. “I think it’d be a great spot to set up. It’s huge. On a busy street. You’d get more walk-ins for sure, given that there’s so much foot traffic, and then when the baby comes, we’d be able to play hot potato with him during the day so we can both do what we need to and still have him close.”
“Yeah?” He sounds relieved. “You think we should do it?”
I nod. “Yeah. I think it’s a good move. Gives you more wriggle room for the future. Molly would love having Ryan so close, and I’m sure Evie wouldn’t mind having a piece of grumpy eye candy around.”
“And you?” He asks, lowering his voice and digging his fingers into the flesh of my hips.
“I’m sure I’ll get used to you being all up in my space,” I tease.
With a wicked grin, he grabs my wrist and places my hand directly over his dick, which is now tenting the front of his pants. “Oh, please let me be all up in your space, baby.”
Baffled, I raise an eyebrow, and I ask, “How on earth do you still find me attractive in this state?”
He frows. “Practically naked and oiled up?”
“Fat and round !”
His eyes widen in surprise, but then he chuckles, low and deep, and forces me to turn and look at him, and myself, in the reflection of the mirror.
“Oh, Love,” he whispers, his pupils dilating as he pushes my robe from my shoulders, allowing the thin fabric to fall from my body and pool at my feet on the tiled floor. “The sight of you, swollen with my baby, is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I gasp as he places his warm hands on my belly and then drags his rough fingertips up my sides, the sensation combined with the look in his eyes making me squirm. “And you’re all fucking mine .”
I swear, the way this man’s words can have me panting for his dick is almost inhumane.
He raises his hands to my breasts and carefully circles my nipples with his fingers. “Sensitive,” he whispers, gently pinching both. “So fucking sensitive.” I shudder against him, and he hums his approval.
Leaning down, he puts his nose back at my throat, his eyes still locked on mine. “You have no idea what it does to me, knowing that you’re carrying my child,” he says, inhaling against the sensitive skin between my shoulder and neck, rocking his erection into my back, proving his point. “That I filled you up. That I put that baby in your belly. I fucking ache for you, Penny. If I could spend every second of my life buried in your pussy, I would. If you were inside my head right now…Fuuuuck, I think you’d run from me if you knew how badly I want you.”
I shake my head slowly, denying his words. “Show me,” I whisper, running my tongue along my bottom lip.
A noise, I can only describe as a growl, rumbles through his chest. “Bend over,” he commands, tugging his pants and briefs down at the same time, freeing himself of all clothing, and immediately, I obey, the look in his eyes giving me no choice.
I want him, just as badly, if not more, than he does me.
“Good girl,” he praises, placing his large hand on the small of my back as I lower myself onto my forearms on the vanity.
I watch, enamoured by the sight of him taking his thick, engorged cock into his hand, and tapping it against my back, his eyes on my ass and the small amount of black fabric still between us.
“Beckett!” I squeal as he tugs at my underwear, and the thin material immediately gives in and tears clean off my body. He tosses the now ruined panties to the floor beside us, and my shock is replaced by need, as I feel the cool metal bar of his piercing drag along the crease of my bare ass.
“You ready?” he asks. I dip my chin and push back into him, more than ready. “Hmmm,” he hums, dragging his heavy cock back and forth as he rocks on his heels. “I don’t know about that,” he whispers a moment before dropping to his knees behind me.
“Ohmygod.” My eyes flutter closed as he nuzzles his face into my ass and then darts his tongue out, flicking the tip of my clit before dragging it all the through my pussy. “Beck,” I choke out, dropping my head forward and spreading my legs a little wider.
“You come for me, and then I’ll fuck you,” he whispers before nipping my ass cheek. I hiss at the sting, but seconds later, his tongue is circling my clit again, and the pain is replaced by pleasure.
Within minutes, my legs are trembling, and I’m resting most of my weight on my forearms to keep myself upright. I’m so close. So fucking close, and the sounds that Beckett’s making as he eats my pussy are making my head spin.
“Beck,” I whine, rocking my hips. “Beck, baby. Please fuck me. I’m ready. I’m so ready.”
He hums against me, and the vibration has my core tightening around thin air. “Please,” I beg, needing to be filled. Needing him to fill me.
A mix of relief and excitement have my heart pounding in my chest as he stands, and I watch him line himself up in the mirror. He nudges just the tip of his cock into me, and I brace for the stretch, but he doesn’t move. I frown at our reflection as he holds himself there and places his free hand on my hip. I hum in approval as his fingers dig into my skin, and he rocks forward, giving me a little more.
“Look at yourself, Penny,” he grunts, sliding deeper. “How can you not see what I see?”
“I-”
“Look.”
Immediately, I make eye contact with my reflection. My cheeks are flushed. My long, dark hair is falling over my pale shoulders like silk, and my breasts are full and heavy; my nipples pointed and pebbled, resting against the marble vanity.
Beckett grins at me victoriously as our eyes meet. He places his hand on my shoulder, and then slowly drags it down the entirety of my back, before resting it on my ass cheek. “You are so goddamn sexy. How don’t you see that? You’re like a fucking wet dream come to life, in every one of your forms.”
My eyes widen in the reflection as he reaches forward again, this time to collect my hair into a makeshift ponytail and wrap it around his hand.
“You ready?” he asks, turning his wrist so that he has a better grip on me.
“Yes,” I hiss, my eyes locked on his.
Slowly, he pushes into me, stretching the walls of my pussy and forcing me to accommodate his size. “Fuck,” he grunts, rocking back and then forward, until he finally bottoms out and his pelvis is wedged against my ass. “You feel so fucking good, Pen. Take my cock so well.”
I nod, unable to speak as he slowly thrust in and out of me, hitting the exact spot he knows he needs to every single time.
As soon as I begin fluttering around him, he drops his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Jesus,” he grunts, quickening his pace so that the sound of my ass slapping against him echoes around the room. “There it is. There you go, baby,” he pants, releasing my hair and grabbing both my hips in his hands. “Fuck,” he grunts, watching his cock slide in and out of me. “Come,” he commands. “Fucking come . I need it. Need to feel that tight little pussy clamp down around my cock.”
“Oh, god,” I whimper, watching us in the reflection. “I’m there,” I cry out, my core tingling and sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.
THWACK.
His hand comes down so hard on my ass that I scream from the sting, but holy shit, does it make me come harder than I ever have before.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan, as my entire body shudders from the force of my orgasm.
“Yes,” Beckett grunts. “Fuck yes. You’re strangling me, baby. God, I love you . Love this pussy.”
His grip on me tightens, leaving his knuckles white and red marks on my skin. His thrusts become uncontrolled, erratic, and then, after letting out a long, low groan of pleasure, his entire body shudders against mine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on where we’re joined as he slowly rocks back and forth and rides out his high.
“Love you so fucking much,” he mutters, as I lay limply over the vanity, drained of every ounce of energy I had left, and he buries himself as deeply as he can inside me.
I try to speak, to tell him that I love him too, but the words don’t come. They won’t leave my mouth.
Again.
Still .
Carefully, Beckett pulls out of me, and after making sure I’m steady on my feet, he turns on the shower and allows the water to warm up before lifting me into his arms and carrying me inside. He looks down at me, and smiles, as the water dampens my body, with so much understanding and adoration written all over his face, that I know I don’t have to say the words for him to feel them.
He knows.