Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
HATTIE
The most unbelievable thing is happening.
Beck is staring at me the exact same way I stared at him when he stripped off that robe.
Worshipfully.
“I want to give you everything,” he says, and there’s this pang of longing in his voice as though he’s not sure I’ll let him.
He must be daft.
His gaze pours over my body. When it settles on the thatch of curls between my legs, he licks his lips. My nipples go so tight they ache.
So I cup my full breasts, and his focus snaps back to them.
“Just a suggestion,” I say, my voice coming out as dry as parchment, “you could start here.”
Beck falls on me with a growl. And when his mouth claims one breast, my head knocks back onto the pillow.
“Sweet God, that feels good!”
And, shit, that was loud. We might be alone in here, but there are still hundreds of people on the grounds, and we’re not that far from the pool, so I need—
His tongue sweeps around my nipple before sucking it hard.
“Jesus!”
He squeezes my other breast and runs his calloused thumb over its nipple. I can’t help it. I draw my knees up, squirming. And as though his body speaks the same language as mine, he grinds his hips between my open thighs.
His heat and hardness press right on my clit. My exhale goes shaky. “Oh, yes… Oh, yes.”
I sound out of breath, but at least I’m not yelling.
But I can’t get enough. The weight of him on top of me. His hot, smooth skin. The texture of veins and muscles beneath my fingertips.
My hands glide down his waist and then I’m gripping his muscled ass. How can it be so sexy and so cute at the same time. I just want to bite it.
He chuckles into my cleavage. “That can be arranged.”
“Gah—did I say that out loud?”
“Biting my sexy, cute ass?” He lifts his face from my boobs and winks at me. “Nah.”
I narrow my gaze and smack his bottom.
And, damn, heat blazes in his eyes. “Watch yourself, Mercier.” His voice is pure wickedness. “I give as good as I get.”
I gulp. “Y-you wanna spank me?” My sex spasms at the rush of naughty visions.
In one swift move, my wrists are pinned over my head, and Beck is hovering above me. His pelvis presses harder against mine.
Oh, glory.
His gaze is molten. “Let me put it to you this way: I want to. Do. Anything. And everything. You want me to do.”
“Holy fucking cotton balls… I-I might need to work my way up to—” I swallow hard. “Spanking.”
His grin is crooked. “As you wish.” And he sounds much, much too calm about it. Meanwhile, my heart gallops in my chest, and my desire is like a runaway train.
I squirm beneath him, angling my hips to take some relief from his length. Beck’s nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath.
“Easy,” he urges, rough-voiced. So maybe he’s not all that calm. But instead of pulling back, Beck cants his hips and presses harder.
Chin to sky, I moan.
When the pleasure releases me, I blink him into focus.
God, he’s so gorgeous.
And he’s so good.
And I like him so damn much.
I bite down on my lips because the truth is I love him. I can’t imagine feeling something bigger than this. Not for anyone. And chances are high I’ll let it slip when I don’t mean to.
Hell, I blurted out that I wanted to bite his ass for Pete’s sake.
Beck’s eyes are searching mine. “What are you thinking, angel?”
My heart feels like it could lob itself right out of my chest and bounce off his. I take his face in my hands, caressing. Memorizing.
“I want… I want you.”
His eyelids slip half-closed and a purr comes from his throat. He lowers down until his lips meet mine, and then they brush and press, so I open for him. And the kiss is slow at first. Our tongues stroke and lap.
But then the rhythm of the kiss spreads lower until hands, hips, chests, and bellies take up the dance.
I am kissing him with nearly everything I am.
And taking him inside me suddenly becomes essential.
“I want you. Now—” I blurt. “Shit, does that sound bossy? I don’t mean to sound bossy.”
He shakes his head between more kisses. “Not bossy. But sure. Sure is good.” His mouth moves to my neck.
Last time—when I thought it would be my first time—Beck was the one with a condom at the ready. This time, I want him to know I’m prepared.
“I’ve got condoms—” I fumble for the pocket of my robe where I stashed them when I changed. I pull out the accordion of four condoms.
Yes, it was originally six. Beck doesn’t need to know that I practiced opening two of them so I’d be ready.
Honestly, I was not at all ready for how slippery they’d be, but at least I can tear one open this time.
With confidence, I rip one from the strip and pinch the corner of the wrapper. But Beck grabs my wrist before I can show him that I am The Most Improved Girlfriend.
“Just—hold on a sec,” he pants. Then that sneak plucks the condom out of my grasp and tucks it under the pillow.
“Wha—why—” I stammer in protest.
He kisses me silent. Then he brings his lips to my ear. “Spread your legs for me, honey…”
Oh…
Okay.
Here we go.
I silently remind myself that I’ve never done this before. Beck has—which is not something I love thinking about—but the point is, he knows how this works.
Most importantly, I trust him. So I should let him lead the way.
“Makes sense,” I mutter, opening my legs as requested.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
When I realize where he’s looking, I fight the impulse to slam my legs closed. “Um—”
“I have to kiss you.”
“Wha—”
And then Beck’s rough palms are on my thighs and his face is between my legs. His tongue sweeps my pussy, and life is redefined.
“Aah—o-okay—”
His mouth on me is hot, hungry, and the moment his tongue singles out my clit, I buck beneath him.
His triumphant growl hums through every nerve in my sex, and I have to grab onto something. Anything. The headboard is too high. The sheets are pinned beneath us. I resort to grabbing Beck’s hair, and he groans.
There’s an old coal mining town in Pennsylvania that has been on fire since 1962. Look it up. A labyrinth of fire raging beneath the streets for decades.
And even that isn’t as hot as this.
The pleasure is so unreal, I can’t keep still. Beck’s hands slide beneath my ass, and cupping each cheek seems to drive him wild.
“Jesus!” I cry, no idea if I’m praying for mercy or for more.
Both.
Surely. It has to be both.
Between his mouth and his hands, my capacity for bliss only telescopes. But even though he’s driving me wild, and my hips thrash under his wicked kisses, it’s… it’s…
Oh, God, it’s not enough—
It feels like every cell in my body is reaching for orgasm, and I won’t find it until Beck is inside me.
“I can’t—I can’t—”
Beck pulls back. “You can’t what, honey?” His eyes are lust-glazed, his hair wild under my hands.
“I need you… please,” I pant. “Please.”
He’s on top of me again, the ridge of his cock a hot brand against my sex. Jesus, how does the man move so fast?
Beck snatches the condom from under the pillow and tears the wrapper with his teeth—sexy as all hell.
He’s about to take the condom from its packet when I protest.
“I-I want to help.”
Beck’s grin is lopsided. He tips it toward me. “As you wish.”
I shouldn’t be surprised that my hands shake. Even the practice session with the two wasted condoms earlier doesn’t help much this time. The thing is as slippery as dish soap.
When I finally have it out of the wrapper and pinched between two fingers, I look up to Beck for help.
“Now what?”
Beck executes a plank above me—ahem, holy fucking God—and tips his chin south toward his impressive erection. Hell, that beauty might as well be a palace guard, it’s standing at such perfect attention.
“Put it on.”
I’m not a total newb. I’ve seen the banana videos. I know it’s just a matter of putting it in place and rolling it down, but knowing how something is supposed to work and making it happen are two different things.
The condom lands on my belly twice. I say the F-word twice. I start to sweat. But then, by some miracle, I get the thing to hug the tip of Beck’s dick, roll it down, and—here’s the miraculous part—Beck still wants to have sex with me.
I know because he grabs himself at the base and looks me straight in the eyes. “You still want me, beautiful?”
God, his asking for consent never gets old.
“Yes. Do you still want me?”
I don’t think I’d believe it without seeing it up close, but Beck’s eyes smolder. Like a gas burner turned all the way up. “Hell, yes, honey. I couldn’t want anything more.”
I nod, lick my lips. “Me too.”
He settles between my legs, and my already pounding heart gallops.
“Oh, Jesus.”
It’s only when Beck leans down to kiss me that I realize I spoke the swear-prayer aloud.
His eyes are amber tenderness when he pulls back again. “We’ll go slow. Okay? I don’t want it to hurt you.”
“I-I’m not even worried about it hurting.” It’s the truth.
His brows pinch. “But you’re shaking.”
That’s the truth too.
“I’m… excited… and nervous.” Then I shake my head. “Not because it might hurt. Honestly, why should it hurt? I have plenty of solo practice.”
Beck’s nostrils flare with his inhale. He brushes the tip of his cock against my clit and we both moan.
“Then why are you nervous?” The question comes out a whisper. As though we’re too close for regular speech. And that’s the whole point.
I touch my fingertips to his chest and whisper back. “Because… I’ve never…” My fingers skate down his torso and he shivers beneath my touch. A hot pulse beats deep inside me. “Been this close to anyone.”
But it’s more than closeness.
I try again. “I’ve never let anyone in. Not like this. Not in my body. Not in my heart… And I don’t know if… you—want in—”
“Oh, Hattie.” That smolder in his eyes somehow melts with tenderness. “I want in, love. I want in.”
Love? Did he just call me love?
But the attention I have for that question gets rerouted when his hand shifts between us. He brushes my clit. The tips of his fingers move me like a DJ spins a turntable, hitting just the right notes.
I arch beneath him. “Y-you want in?” I ask, words shaky.