Beckett uses one hand to squeeze the base of his cock, “This what you want, Smoky?” His other hand grips his length, stroking up and down.
I can’t do anything other than nod.
“On the bed.” It’s Beckett’s turn to command.
And it’s my turn to obey.
Not thinking of anything beyond pleasure, I climb onto the bed, reclining back against the pillows.
Beckett steps up to the foot of the bed, the glow from the bathroom casting him in light and shadows.
I’m waiting for him to tell me what to do next. But he doesn’t. Instead, Beckett releases his hold on himself and darts his hands forward, gripping me by my ankles.
In one swift motion, he pulls me all the way down the bed until my ass is right on the edge.
A shocked gasp escapes me, turning into a moan when he lifts my feet into the air, his grip loosening so he can slide his hands down to my knees, then the inside of my thighs.
Spreading me wide, Beckett moans, “Fuck, Babe.”
With nothing else to hold onto, I reach up to grab my own tits. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples.
Beckett’s eyes dart back and forth from between my legs to my chest, and he lets out an even louder groan.
“Beckett,” his name is a plea. I need more. I’ve never been more turned on in my life and I need more.
Instead of responding, he drops to his knees and closes his mouth over my pussy.
My back arches off the bed, the sudden sensation causing me to release a strangled cry.
“Oh my god. Beckett. Oh my god.”
His tongue laps at me. Against me. Into me.
And when his lips close around my clit, my eyes snap shut.
“Beckett!”
Lost. I’m completely lost in the feeling of him.
His warm breath, soft lips, talented tongue. His fingers pressing into the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
I’m close. So close.
Then he stops, and a whine crawls out of my throat.
When I pry my eyes open, I see Beckett standing again. “Do you have condoms?”
I blink at him a few times.
Oh, yes, condoms. Because we’re smart adults.
“Drawer,” I pant while stretching an arm out, pointing to my nightstand.
I almost stop him, wanting to tell him I’m on birth control and that I can’t wait another second before he’s inside of me, but I don’t. That decision is best left for when we’re both thinking straight, and when I can form complete sentences.
Beckett slides the drawer open, and his soft curse reminds me that there’s a small pile of vibrators sitting there waiting to greet him.
“Oh, um…”