“What…” I try to turn my head back to look at him, but his grip tightens, keeping me in place.
“Who took this sweet little cherry from me?” The hand around my waist is suddenly between the legs, cupping my pussy over the material of my pants.
His hips flex and he thrusts his cock against my ass.
My thoughts are sizzling, but they keep sparking on the same word. “Yours?”
“Mine.” In a flash his hand is inside my pants, finding me bare.
He groans into my hair, his fingers gliding against my slit, my wetness instantly coating his hand.
One finger presses into me, just an inch, and I hold my breath.
“You were always too young for me. Too innocent.” He pulls his finger out, then pushes back in. “Too fucking young. But not anymore.” He adds a second finger in this time. “Now give me a name.”
I lift my top leg and hook it back over his hip, opening myself for his use.
“Name?” I’m entirely lost to the climax that’s building rapidly inside me. “A name, Babe. Now.” His fingers dip in and out. In and out.
“T-Tim. It was Tim.” I stutter, squirming against his touch.
Teeth scrape against my earlobe, “That’s the last time you ever say that name.” The hand on my throat slowly slides up my neck. “Now remember, you promised to stay quiet for me.”
His hand clamps over my mouth as three fingers spear deep into my pussy.
I cry out, the sound muffled into one palm as I grind against the other. The broad expanse of his hand presses against my clit, firm and insistent.
“That’s right, Lou,” his words are husky against my ear, “work yourself on my hand. Fuck my fingers.”
I can’t stop moaning. Can’t stop grinding. Can’t stop clenching around his fingers. His long, thick fingers. The stretch in my pussy. The heat of his body. The hand over my mouth. The press of his hard cock against my ass. The cold air against my nipples.
Beckett rolls his wrist, sliding his fingers even deeper, palm pressing harder against my clit.
“Now, Babe. Come for me now before I shove this dick down your throat.”
I implode. Coming so hard bright spots of light dot my vision.
“That’s it.” He doesn’t stop thrusting his hips against me. “That’s my girl. You liked that, didn’t you.” My whole body shudders.
I nod as I roll my hips against his hand one last time, my words dying against his palm.
His chest is rising and falling against my back, his dick still hard against my ass. I press back against him.
His fingers slowly slide out of my pussy, “You want to suck my cock, Babe? You want to swallow me down?”
I nod again, knowing I won’t be fully sated until he joins me over the cliff.
“Fuck.” His movements become frantic as he untangles himself from me. “Come here.” Wet fingers grip my shoulder and roll me onto my back. My eyes have adjusted to the dark so I know what’s coming when he lowers his head and licks across my nipples.
My hands claw at his sides, but his dick is out of reach.
Beckett lifts his head to look me in the eye, “Fuck, Smoky, you sure?”
“I want it,” my voice still shaky from my release but I can hear the certainty.
I try to push up onto my elbows, but he flattens his hand at the bottom of my neck and pushes me back down.
“Stay.”