Page 90 of Breakout
Deciding to try and play it coy, I walk over to them both. Unfortunately for me, I trip just as I reach them, falling into Beckett’s lap. He catches me, repositioning me until I’m sitting on him more comfortably.
“Thanks for dropping in,” Beckett teases.
I can feel my cheeks redden as I try to stand, but he holds me in place.
“I’ll talk to you guys later.” Wyatt gets up without another word, heading out the back door.
“You think he knows?” I whisper to Beckett.
He chuckles. “Don’t worry about it. What were you coming over here for anyway? Couldn’t resist me?”
I stick out my bottom lip in my best pout. “I’m ready for bed.”
He looks around before leaning forward and kissing my bottom lip.
“You want to go to yours or mine?” he asks.
“Your bed is much more comfy.”
He shakes his head, picking me up as he stands. He lets me slide down his body until I’m on my own two feet. “Lead the way then.”
I take his hand in mine, leading him up the stairs. At this point, I don’t even care who sees us anymore. I’m so tangled up in his tornado that I don’t know which way is up.
When we get to his room, he unlocks it with his key before pushing me inside, slamming it shut, then locking it again. Turning me to the door, he picks me up, pinning me against the door as he takes my lips with his.
The man is insatiable. I swear as we spend more time together, he gets even more so. I thought he would tire of me, but it’s the opposite. He seems more obsessed.
When he pulls back, looking into my eyes, I see something there that scares me. Something I never thought I would have.
Love.
I think this man might love me. I’m not ready for that. I don’t deserve it.
Letting my legs fall, I stand on my own. I’m about to say something when “Ride” by Chase Rice and Macy Maloy comes on. I push Beckett back, an idea forming in my mind.
Words fail me, but I can show him with my body what I’m feeling in this moment.
“Sit on the bed,” I demand.
Surprisingly, he does so without question.
Slowly, I let my body sway to the music as the words filter through my head. It’s how I feel about him right now. I want to feel his body on mine. I need that connection with him. It’s when I feel like we belong together the most.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it to the side. Then I push my pants down. Moving closer to him, I swing my hips from side to side, spinning so I can drop my ass into his lap. His hands find my hips, helping me move as I grind against him. His hard cock presses into my ass, spurring me on.
Moving away from him, I pull each strap of my bra down until I take it off completely. Then I pull my panties off, bending so he gets the full view of what I have to offer.
His breathing has picked up pace as I climb into his lap, pressing his head into my breasts as I continue to grind onto his lap.
As the song comes to an end, a new one takes its place, but he doesn’t stop. His lips kiss and nip at the skin of my breasts until he sucks my nipple inside, flicking it with his tongue as he holds it between his teeth.
I moan out his name, arching into him. He always knows exactly how to make me feel good. I let him have his fun before I pull away from him, climbing from his lap. I help him stand, stripping him of his clothes. He goes to sit back down, but I shake my head.
He follows my lead as I fall to my knees in front of him. I watch as he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. As much as we have been together, this is one thing I haven’t done with him. It’s one thing I’ve never wanted to do. I always felt it was too personal.
I want to do it with him. I want everything with him.
Neither of us speaks as I lean forward, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting the precum. His hips jerk forward slightly as I suck on it. Then I pull off, looking up at him.
