Page 11 of Sugar Rush (Sugar Bowl 2)

I roll my tongue against his, my fingers digging down deep into his shoulders. My hips rotate, trying to get contact with his dick and I make an odd keening noise when I can't get some friction going.

Moving a hand from shoulder to the back of his head, I grip his hair hard and tug his head back at the same time I rip my mouth from his. We stare at each other, his eyes blazing with a mixture of lust and tenderness.

"Don't hold back on me, Beck. Please don't hold back."

"Sela," he rasps out as a touch of worry filters into his gaze. "I can't help but treat you as precious. That's not the same as breakable."

"Understood. You can whisper sweet, precious words to me, but you better be fucking me hard while you do it."

"Jesus," he mutters, and his mouth is back on mine again.

He kisses me for all of maybe two, three seconds, then he turns his body toward the bed. Slipping his hands under my armpits, he dislodges my hold on him and throws me onto the mattress.

"Get naked," he commands, and I don't hesitate a single second. My hands work my clothes while Beck does the same, our eyes pinned on each other. I falter only a moment when his pants and underwear come off and his cock angles upward in eager anticipation. And God...my mouth waters at the sight.

Then we are naked and he is covering me.

I sigh with blissful abandon as he kisses me again, urgent and desperate movements of his mouth against mine. His hands roam all over me. Gentle fingertips against my collarbone followed by a hard pinch to my nipple. His thumb pressing in slightly and dragging down my ribs, which tickles and turns me on with equal measure. His tongue in my belly button, swirling in a teasing manner, followed by a bite to my hip bone.

Beck moves down my body and I tense up--in a good way, that is--waiting for his mouth to connect to me. For whatever reasons that I've never bothered to ask him, the man loves to work his mouth between my legs. He's so goddamn good at it he can make me come almost instantly.

But right now, he teases all around my money spot with soft kisses and licks to my bare mound. His fingers press all around my pussy but don't slip inside. He tortures me until my hips are thrusting upward in a desperate need for more contact.

And finally...finally he gives me what I need. Thumbs peeling me apart and a swirl of his tongue in a figure-eight pattern over my clit.

"Yes," I groan, my back arching up off the bed.

Beck's entire mouth closes over me and he groans in delight when he sticks his tongue inside me as deep as he can get it, lashing it side to side within me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I'm on the verge of splintering.

"Sela," Beck says softly, and I lift my head to put hazy eyes on him.

He stares up my body at me intently. "You see this?"

Beck dips his head and strokes his tongue up my center. Pulling it back into his mouth, he licks his lips in an exaggerated fashion.

"This right here," he says, giving me another lick and then staring back up at me. "This is mine. There is nothing down here but you and me. Sela's pussy and my mouth, and that's the only thing here. Doesn't matter what happened in the past. That's done and it's gone. Completely gone. Just your beautiful pussy and my mouth, and well...eventually my cock, but that's all there is here. All there ever will be. I don't see anything in front of me other than a stunning woman who's body belongs solely to me, and when I look upon it, I know without a doubt it was created for me. Nothing before me matters, you understand that?"

I blink my eyes hard to fight back the tears that want to well up. His words are coarse and beautiful, sexy and sweet. Only a man such as the one between my legs right now could talk about cock and pussy and make it almost sound like he's saying he loves me. My heart thumps in adoration.

"Tell me you understand so I can make you come and then fuck you hard," he says with a grin.

"I understand," I tell him with a tender smile.

His eyes soften and he mumbles, "My pussy," before he descends back on me again.

My orgasm comes quick and hits me hard, and it's a product more of his words than of his touch, but I revel in it all the same.

"That's it," Beck whispers as he presses kisses on my stomach while he crawls back up my body. He's in control and fluidly raises one of my legs with a hand to the back of my knee, presses his cock right to my entrance, and surges up and into me.

"Ooohhhh," I moan over the thick invasion deep inside of me.

"Christ, that feels good," Beck says with his mouth pressed into my neck.

His hips move, his cock slides back, almost to the tip. Beck lifts his face and stares at me before surging in again. He bottoms out inside me hard and grunts out his pleasure from the feeling.

Back out again, slow...measured...deliberate.

Eyes connected to me.

Slam.

Back into me again.

His actions are leisurely, his gaze is tender, and his cock is dominating.

It's exactly what I needed to assure me that Beck doesn't see me as a victim. His mouth between my legs and his declaration of possession was what I needed for Beck to assure me I was still as beautiful to him as ever, despite the perverted things done to my body ten years ago.

Beck continues to pull out slowly, ram back into me with bruising reclamation. His pace picks up only slightly, but his fucking of me is deliberately possessive. His actions speak to me loudly, and as he pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm, I feel my heart becoming more and more enslaved to him.

We'll work this out...whatever needs to be done about JT.

But that's a side issue right now.

What's more important is what we have between us, and I vow that's where I'm going to put my attention from this moment forward.

I lean my elbow on the kitchen island counter, the fingers on my other hand moving over the track pad on my laptop to pull up my calendar.

"Move Thursday's ideation session to week after next," I tell Linda, who is listening in via my p

hone lying on the counter in speaker mode. "Cancel tomorrow's meeting with JT and just ask him to email me the proposed business and marketing plans. We don't need a meeting for that."

"Got it," she says over the speaker. "What about the second round reviews of the video component? Programming is slated to begin changes on Monday."

"I'll work on those remotely," I tell her.

Hopefully, remotely means far, far away from here if I can convince Sela to be impulsive with me.

"Anything else?" Her tone is sharp and brisk. She's in full executive secretary mode.

"Yeah," I say as a thought strikes me. "Why don't you take the rest of the week off too."

"Just because you won't be in the office doesn't mean there's not work to do," she chides me.

"Yeah, well, I say you can ignore the work and take the time off," I counter.

"We'll see," is all she says, but I can hear the smile in her voice. "Let me know where you're going and I'll make the reservations for you."

"Thanks, Linda," I say before reaching over to my phone and disconnecting the call.

As I grab my cup of coffee beside my laptop, my eyes land on Sela, who's walking into the main living area. She gives a big yawn and scratches the skin on her belly, which is peeking out beneath the hem of a tight tank she wore to bed.

"Why are you up so early?" she asks, her voice still heavy with sleep.

And let's face it. She didn't get much last night, as we had a few days to make up for in the sex department.

I'm not going to lie...that first time was all kinds of awkward at first. Rationally, I knew Sela's rape was years ago, and she had clearly moved past many of her hang-ups. There's no doubt that in our time together, she was giving herself fully to me and enjoyed it as much as I did. Hell, just the way I can make her come so hard and fast was a testament that she was comfortable and trusting with me.

But still...scabbed wounds get scraped open and start bleeding, so you handle the body with care. Same goes for emotional wounds, and my instinct was to tread delicately with her.

Sela felt differently though, and I'll admit, her position made sense. She didn't want me stroking her with kid gloves. She wanted to feel alive and normal.

She wanted to feel.

So I felt her up nicely. Fucked her three times last night, feeling her up in between. It reminded me of the night she sucked my dick in the limo, swallowing me down and searching for more. That night we were rabid for one another.

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