Page 113 of Hot Damn
He’s been different from the start of whatever this is. And it’s looking likelove.
“We didn’t use anything.” He opens his eyes, his gaze boring into mine. “My come is leaking out of you.”
I don’t know why his words make me laugh but they do. And as my stomach muscles contract, more come is pushed out.
Beckett’s head lowers, his gaze moving to where our bodies are still pressed together. “I can’t decide if that’s the hottest thing ever or disgusting.”
“Well, considering you’re still hard inside me, I’m going to say the first?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah.” His head rises and the smile on his face could only be described as cocky. “Yeah. It’s hot as fuck and I want to fuck you again.”
“I’m not that sure you stopped the first time.” I clench around him.
“Hmm…maybe it’s your turn to take over.”
His words are confusing for all of a second because in that breath of time he slides his hands under me and rolls.
How he manages to keep us connected as he reverses our positions I don’t know. But staring down at him, seeing the satisfied, predatory look in his eyes has my insides clenching of their own accord.
“Your turn to fuck me, Cam.” He punctuates his words with upward thrusts of his hips, each one grinding my sensitive clit into the base of his cock.
“Oh.” Leaning forward, I splay my hands on his chest and push up with my thighs.
It isn’t long before I’m bouncing on his cock fast and furious. And if I roll my pelvis a certain way, I stroke my clit with each plunge down.
“I want to suck your tit.”
Beckett’s words make me falter. Snap my gaze to his. “Do whatever you want.”
“No. I need to ask.”
He doesn’t say it but I know he’s referring to Whitney’smother. And that small intrusion of his past as my pace slowing until I stop completely.
Bending over I bring my forehead down to rest on his. “You don’t need to ask me. I give you permission to do what you want but I promise, if I don’t like something you do, or it hurts, I will tell you.”
“I’d hate myself if I hurt you.”
“You’d never do it on purpose.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“It’s life. But intent is important. You would never set out to hurt me.”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
“And I promise to never set out to hurt you either.”
“I don’t know what we’re doing.”
“Pretty sure we’re having sex.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
With a sigh, I push up and look down at the concern in Beckett’s eyes. “I know.”
“Do you? Know what we’re doing?”
“No. Not completely.”
