Chapter 18 Jensen #2
“It’s going to be a huge undertaking,” I say, reminding myself of the negative one more time.
“It will, but you’ll be fine. And I know you said no money talk—”
“Beck,” I groan, rubbing the back of my neck again.
Beck pulls my hand away then takes over rubbing my shoulders himself. Good god.
“Hear me out, what about an exchange?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What kind of exchange?”
That cocky smile comes to his face, and for a moment I’m sure he’s going to tell me some sort of addendum to our roommates-with-benefits deal.
“I know you’re gonna be stubborn and insist on paying for things on your own so you can still do some of that, but why not let me pay for the tattoos I want in advance.”
I take a step back. I can’t think this through with his hands massaging me like that. “Wait, what?”
“I want tattoos specifically by you, so why not let me help pay for some of this in exchange for the ink I want.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to give me more money than the tattoos would actually cost?”
That smile comes back with a small shrug. “Well, I mean, I would have to include the tip.”
The laugh wants to come out, but I bite it back. “Beck, I don’t know—”
“I’d gladly pay for everything, but—” Beck chuckles when my eyes nearly roll out of my head. “You want this, Jensen. I want this for you. Just think about it, okay?”
I should probably think about it. At least give it as much thought as I’m giving this whole roommate-with-benefits thing, but he’s right—I do want this.
I’m standing here in this perfect space, with this incredible man who just wants to help. Maybe he’s right, this is an opportunity, but I don’t want to take advantage of him either—nor do I want to have him as my crutch.
“Could I have some say on when I use your money? Like, maybe I don’t take a lump sum, but allocate it when I need it.”
“You can have all the say, as long as you promise to use it.” Beck shrugs then closes the distance between us again. “I’ve got plans, Jenni-cakes. I want free tattoos for life.”
I contain my smile the best I can, but I’m sure Beck can see it from my eyes alone. “Alright, deal.”
Beck’s eyebrows raise. “Really? Just like that?”
My frown comes fast. “Don’t make me regret this already.”
His hands lift. “I just thought I was going to have to put up more of a fight. Ending on an ‘I’ll think about it’ was the goal.”
“Yeah, well, I’m thinking about other things right now,” I say then immediately want to take it back.
That smirk of his grows. “Oh yeah? What’s on your mind, is it the roommates-with-benefits deal? The piercings? Maybe it’s the missionary position? I really think not arguing with you naked is just a missed opportunity for the both of us.”
All of the freaking above.
Here we are again. We were just having a serious conversation but he’s turned it flirty and carefree. If he hadn’t, I’m sure a mental list of price tags would have started appearing in my head, but now I’m just thinking about him.
“I’ve been thinking about those things.” Beck leans in ever so slightly. “I think about doing so many things with, for, and to you.”
Beck’s spiced autumn scent goes straight to my head and warmth rapidly takes over my body. God, I want to hear all about those things. I want him and fighting it is starting to feel exhausting.
My hands twitch to reach out and pull his clothes off, but instead I let that feeling simmer.
“Tell me one,” I whisper. “Tell me something you’re thinking about right now.”
Beck’s eyes flash with a bit of surprise as they flick over to the window before locking back with mine. “I’m thinking that bench seems to be the perfect height for me to get down on my knees and eat that pussy of yours.”
His words play out in my head and dammit if it doesn’t make my stance a little unsteady.
“Thinking about it too, aren’t you?” Beck leans in closer. I don’t have to nod or speak for him to know that’s exactly what I’m thinking. “I’ll tell you what, we don’t even have to go full benefits deal. Consider it a trial.”
“Reagan’s coming back, remember?” I say, more for the disclaimer. Right now, that thought isn’t a deal breaker.
Beck leans in with a shrug. “She said ten-ish minutes, we’ve maybe been here for five, and really, I only need two.”
“Always so cocky.” I tsk.
Beck’s arms wrap around my waist with this possessive grip. “Never claimed not to be. So, what are you thinking now, Killer? Do you want to look over at that bench every day and be reminded of the orgasm I gave you?”
I could regret this. With that point in mind it should be a turn off, considering this arrangement isn’t long-term… My eyes trail down from his eyes marking every freckle before locking on to his lips.
I can’t kiss him, that’s my limit, but I need to feel them.
“Fuck it, you better make it a good one then.”
It takes maybe a second for my consent to register and Beck snaps. His arms tighten as he carries me back four steps until I feel the edge of the bench on the back of my knees.
“You sure about this?” Beck whispers.
“Don’t ask me that.” With one last rational thought, I turn around and pull the boring curtains closed then spin back to him. “Just make it worth it.”
Throwing our jackets to the side, I quickly kick off my boots while Beck undoes my jeans. He sinks down to his knees as he pulls them down. God, he looks so hot right now.
He looks up at me. “Sit down.”
The command sends a thrill up my spine. Hell, I might not last two minutes.
Sitting, Beck brings my knees together to bring me closer to the edge, then peels my pants the rest of the way off.
His fingers glide lightly over the ink on my upper thighs. “I think about the tattoos of yours I haven’t seen constantly.”
“There’s more if you’re a good boy. Maybe you’ll see them and the piercings I have.”
Beck spreads my knees wide. “I think you know I love being a good boy.” He takes his glasses off and sets them to the side. “A good boy with a healthy appetite.”
Beck flattens his tongue as he licks up my center. My head tilts back with his name on the tip of my tongue but it’s drowned out by his moan.
He laps me up and down again, each time paired with a whimper like I’m the best meal he’s ever tasted. I lean back farther, resting on my hands and using the ledge of the window to hold me up.
“Beckham,” I moan as he consumes me.
His head starts to turn as he explores different angles with his mouth—taking careful note of the ones that earn more of a reaction out of me.
When he bites at my clit then licks me through the shock, I know I’m done for. I need more of this. The goal might be to get this out of our system, but first I need to inject him into my veins. I want to feel this man everywhere.
Beck’s hands grip on to my hips and just as he starts to flick his tongue up and down my clit rapidly, he makes my hips move. Gliding me back and forth so my body is in perfect tandem with his mouth.
“Fuck, Beck!” Tremors practically light up my body and every part of me wants to move on my own but I’m completely at his mercy.
His moans seem to match mine and it only makes it hotter. My breath quickens, turning very audible as he continues to rock me back and forth.
“Feels…so…good,” I mutter at each hit of his tongue.
I want to close my eyes and let the sensation completely take me, but I can’t stand the thought of looking away. “You look so hot right now.”
His eyes look up to mine and he winks. Mouth on my pussy, whimpers coming out of the both of us, and he fucking winks.
My orgasm shoots off like a rocket. My scream is surely heard from outside if anyone’s on this block, but then they’ll probably hear Beck too. He laps up every bit of my orgasm only slowing when my muscles relax.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathe out as Beck places a few kisses on my pelvis and thighs.
His hands move around lifting up my ass then licking me up the center one more time. “Worth it?”
I can’t even form coherent words for a response. Hell yeah, it was worth it.
Beck reaches for my jeans then helps me get them back on. His hands find my hips when they wobble as I stand back up. “Beck, that was—”
“I know.” He runs his hand through the back of my hair. “We should probably head back to the house. I can’t promise discreetness since I came in my pants, but I’m not—”
“Hold on, what?” Did I hear that correctly? He came in his pants?
Beck tilts his head without a care or hint of embarrassment on that gorgeous face of his.
“Oh yeah, Killer, I came from eating that delicious pussy of yours. Are you kidding? I’ve been thinking of you for nine months, I’m not ashamed to admit I’m probably going to have to work on my stamina if you want to do this again. ”
All hesitations have officially exploded along with that orgasm. “I want to. Roommates with benefits. Let’s get it all out of our system.”
The corner of his lips tug up. “Should I ask if you’re sure?”
“Never ask that when it comes to you. All I know is that I’m tired of thinking about it. Thinking and fighting are getting me nowhere, so…”
Beck’s hand grasps my chin lightly. “Great, then let’s stop thinking. Let’s just fuck until we’re sick of each other.”
My smirk matches his. “Fuck each other right out of our systems.”