Page 8 of Until Beckett

I took a deep breath, fighting back the urge to cry myself, and batted away the tears from my tired eyes as the sound of the crib started to move in motion again and the deep, monotone voice Beckett used with Mila at night began to soothe her. My heart started to explode with emotions at the selfless act he was doing. I knew he was exhausted—drained to the bone—but even in this fatigued state, he was still thinking of others. I turned onto my other side, watching the way my best friend treated my little girl, and drifted closer, allowing my elbow to prop me up and watch the moment unfold before my half-closed eyelids until soft snores filled the room once more.

I couldn’t help but lean forward, thinking I needed to thank him for the act as my arm went to wrap around him in gratitude.

I never expected Beckett to turn in that moment.

His mouth to be so close to mine.

My lips caressed the corner of his rough stubble and my breath hitched. Fuck.

I kept my eyes glued on the soft, bowed lips in front of me and gulped harshly as my tongue darted out curiously and teased the seam at the edge of his mouth.

This was different. This was… fuck.

“Beckett… I…” I began as I licked my lips and instantly swallowed the lump that had formed heavily in my throat. I don’t know what had come over me—sleep deprivation, maybe—but there was an undeniable thick tension that was dragging me closer toward him and making my decisions reckless and thoughtless, to say the least. “Fuck it.” I stared at the plumpness of his mouth and the way his strong, chiselled jawline danced in the shadows of the light as it bounced against the slatted window shutters. I allowed my lips to press gently against his, sealing our mouths together as a warmth exploded within me, traveling straight down to my cock and making it twitch in excitement.

“Corey,” Beckett gasped in shock against my lips, and his hand steadied on my jaw, stroking my face as he squinted his brows together, causing his forehead to wrinkle with lines of confusion. “What are you—”

I needed to feel him.

I wanted more. And somehow, for some reason, my body screamed at me that my openly out-of-the-closet gay, best friend was the person to give it to me.

He knew how much I could cope with and deal with.

Beckett knew my strengths, and even more so, my weaknesses.

I wanted him, the strength, power, and control.

“Kiss me,” I groaned against his mouth. “Beckett, I want this with you,” I uttered as I darted my tongue against the seam of his lips and groaned as his warm mouth opened in response. My tongue delicately inched forward, uncertain what to expect, but the moment we connected as one, my heart raced and all bets were off. We began to duel against one another in a heated embrace. Our hands fighting to touch each other as I wrapped mine around his neck before trailing them down the long, strong muscles of his back. “Fuck, too many clothes… take the monitor and…” I gasped out. “Your room.”

I watched Beckett’s eyebrow raise up, as if he was contemplating what I was asking.

“Corey are you—” he tried to cut in.

“I need to see you naked, and if things go further…” I replied. “Then they do.” I hissed, running my hand over my engorged length. “Beckett, if you want to…”

“I’ll get the monitor,” he answered as he climbed off the bed before freezing and turning to face me. His hard length was visible behind the fabric of the pants he had on. “Are you really sure? Do you think it would be better if we waited? That we see if—”

“I am. Let me do this. Don’t push me away,” I begged, taking his hand in mine as I led him toward his room, before adding, “I need you. I need to feel…”

“But you’re not—” He closed his mouth instinctively as I shut the door behind me. “I mean, you were married. You were happy with Isabella, not a…”

The moment the mattress dipped beneath me, I jumped Beckett’s body, pushing him backward, not missing the knock of air and startling noise I dragged from his mouth as I straddled his waist, after quickly wrestling the clothes off each other’s bodies, I was desperate to allow both our hard lengths to rub against one another and pre-cum to form on the tips. Shit, that was fucking hot. I don’t know what had overcome me, but I wasn’t going to allow it to stop me. I covered his mouth with mine as I ground my body against his, loving the friction the hard muscles of his body gave me.

I couldn’t believe how brave I felt as I slowly moved backward, pushing his body into the comforter, and began to trail soft kisses down his body. I gently started kissing his tattoos and down his pecs as my fingers toyed with his hips and curved around his hard length. I allowed myself a second to compare his impressive erection against my own before darting my tongue out and doing something beyond anything I ever thought I’d want to do. I licked the droplet of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his engorged, mushroom head as I fisted my hand around him and wrapped my wet, heated lips over his full length before taking him deep in my mouth and throat.

“Corey, you—” Beckett breathed deeply, watching my every movement as my gaze remained on his lust filled one. His eyes darkened by the second as he gritted his teeth tightly, obviously fighting against the tortuous moment I’d put him in. I could only imagine what he wanted to do with me in this moment. Did he want to fuck my mouth hard, so I gagged on his dick and cried tears all over him? Did he want my spit collecting all over his balls, lubricating him and getting him ready to slide into me?

I mean, fuck, I wasn’t gay. I was straight. Or was I?

This was my best friend and I had his dick in my mouth.

I was loving it.

I wanted it. Did that mean…? I shook my head and refocused my thoughts quickly before my own length became soft and flaccid, then began to fuck his hard length down my throat, taking it all the way before holding him deep at the back of my throat and playing with his balls, enjoying all the hissing and cursing leaving his mouth.

“Corey, I need to pull out now, man. I’m going to… fuck!” He gripped my head and held me tight in place in warning, but I ignored him as I sucked harder, showing him, I wanted him to let go. I wanted to taste it all. I wanted to taste him, his cum as he shot his load down the back of my throat. “Yes…”

I couldn’t help but feel my own balls begin to pull up at the same time as my own orgasm exploded between us without the need of a single touch of my own hand.

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