Page 51 of Coming Home to You
“Don’t talk to me about your brother while I’m sucking your dick,” I grumble, and Beck laughs a deep throaty laugh as I look up at him through my lashes.
“Fine.Then get back to sucking my dick,” he says, shoving my head back towards his hips.
I giggle as I take him back in my mouth and slip my hands under him to grab his ass.As my mouth moves slowly, my tongue stroking, my teeth gently running along his firm cock, Beck lets out a low hiss when I run my finger along the seam of his ass.Pressing my finger softly against him, he moans, “Oh fuck, Kels.I’m not gonna last long.”
I continue my delicious assault on him as Beck reaches down and traces his finger around my lips while his cock slides in and out of my mouth.
I press my finger into him and my mouth keeps its even tempo, feeling Beck’s hips leave the bed, he thrusts into my mouth, tightening his hand in my hair as he empties himself into me.Groaning with each thrust and calling out my name, he doesn’t still until every bit of him is inside me.
I take every drop of him, letting my lips glide over him, cleaning him as I remove my mouth from his cock.Beck smiles down at me and I slide my hand out from under him as I crawl up the length of his amazing body.
“Good morning,” I whisper sweetly, kissing his swollen parted lips.
“Morning,” he whispers back, but it comes out ragged and it makes me laugh.“You wear me out.”He exhales hard and again I giggle.
“Am I more than you bargained for?”I ask seductively.
“Never.”
“Good.Now we need to get moving.I’ve gotta check on things here and then I have to go to the supermarket.”
I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom.I stop in the doorway and look over my shoulder at Beck lying in bed.His gorgeous cock still hard and resting on his stomach as his eyes rake over my naked body.
“You coming?”I ask and he chuckles.
“Already did, baby, but now I wanna make you come.”His voice is like sex as it fills my ears and makes my pussy wet.“Bend over and show me that sweet pussy,” he growls.
I place my hand on the doorframe and bend at the waist, and as I spread my legs, my pussy on display for him, I run my finger through my soaking wet slit.When I glance over my shoulder at him, Beck has his cock in his hand, stroking.
Before I know it, he’s on his feet, filling me and stretching me until I call out his name.
“Beck, fuck me hard,” I gasp out loud.
“Get yourself there, baby,” he says as he guides my hand between my legs and presses my fingers into my swollen clit.“This is gonna be hard and fast.”
“I like it rough,” I moan and Beck tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back, his teeth biting down on my shoulder as I grip the doorway with my free hand.
With his hand over mine, I rub myself until I feel my body begin to shudder as Beck’s hips thrust painfully and quickly against my ass.
“Fuck, Beck, I’m coming,” I scream and he pounds into me until my legs are shaking and he wraps his arm around my waist to keep me from sinking to the ground.I feel him fill me, his cock releasing itself inside my already drenched pussy.I love the thought of his come deep inside my body, owning me, marking me.
“Baby,” he murmurs against my skin as I’m coming down from my orgasm.“I love that this entire inn knows I fucked you just now.Knows that it’s my cock that made you come.”
“Oh, god, fuck,” I moan.“Stop talking or I’ll never leave this room.”
“That’s the plan, baby,” Beck growls as he runs his tongue down my spine and along my ass before his hands grasp my hips and he pulls until my pussy connects with his mouth.His tongue deliciously warm as he licks the length of me.
“Fuck, we’re never going to get anything done today,” I say as my forehead falls against the doorframe.
Several hours later and still feeling flushed from our morning, we head to the supermarket.Beck is lagging behind, his eyes down and a Boston Red Sox cap on his head as we meander the aisles looking for what I need.Something about this moment makes me smile.He looks just like he did when we were kids and he was trying to avoid having to talk to all the nosy townies.
As I look back at him, it occurs to me that Beck hasn’t been in town since he arrived.He’s been at the inn and at the pub and the police station, but it seems he’s been avoiding actually coming in contact with anyone who might want to grill him on why he’s back in town.
Of course the entire town knows he’s back.How could they not?This shit with Jason has been town gossip since it began and coupled with Beck’s return, it’s on everyone’s lips.
I laugh a little at Beck nearly running right into Mrs.Holmes.This lady is always at the supermarket, her cart filled with cans of cat food and Jell-O and it makes me laugh out loud.Serves Beck right for trying to avoid this shit.God knows I’ve had to deal with it for the last ten years.
“Beckham O’Loughlin,” she croons as she pats his cheek and I have to cover my mouth to stifle the laugh that threatens when I take in his face.“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so glad you’re back.I always knew you two would end up together and get married.”
