“Should I turn off the light?” I ask him, my eyes popping open to stare at the softly glowing lamp on the nightstand.
“Fuck no,” he practically growls. “I want to see you.”
He’s right. I want to see him too.
I don’t want to miss a thing.
Impatiently he shoves my tank up, revealing my breasts to his gaze. He stares at my chest for a moment, like it’s the first time he’s ever seen me, before he dips his head and draws a slow circle around my left nipple with his tongue. He does the same thing to my right nipple, and I arch into his mouth, wanting more.
Wanting him to suck them.
He knows what I want and he delivers, and I can feel the rhythmic pull of his mouth, matching the throbbing between my legs. I spread my thighs and he settles in between them, scooting down, his mouth on my ribs. My stomach. Until he’s pulling my shorts off, exposing me completely.
“No panties?” He glances up at me, his brows up.
I shake my head. “Lucky you.”
“Lucky me,” he drawls as he rises up and pulls them all the way off, tossing the shorts over his shoulder and making me giggle. A smile curves his perfect lips, just as he dips down and presses them below my belly button.
He’s gone down on me before—exactly once, and while I enjoyed it, and he made me come, it was also awkward because every sexual experience we have is either in my car or the 4Runner. It’s never fully comfortable, especially for him because he’s so tall.
That’s why it’s absolute bliss, being with him in a bed, and a giant one at that.
His hands are on my hips as he shifts farther down, his mouth landing on the inside of my thigh. Anticipation races through my veins as I watch him, a shuddery breath leaving me and he glances up, his blue eyes meeting mine before he drops his head, his mouth finding me exactly where I want him.
I close my eyes, a breathy sigh leaving me as his tongue slicks through my folds, searching, finding my clit. He sucks on it, sliding a finger inside of me at the same time, and I spread my thighs farther apart, eager for more.
He lavishes so much attention on me, until I’m thrashing beneath him, my fingers in his hair, my hips thrusting as I basically rub my pussy against his face. I’m chasing after my orgasm, the one that hovers just on the surface, threatening to wash over me at any minute. His tongue works some sort of magic on my clit, making me tremble, making me cry out, and I immediately slap my hand over my mouth, not wanting anyone to hear me.
And just the thought of someone hearing me somehow sends me over the edge, my body quaking with the force of my orgasm as I arch my back. Beck holds onto me, his mouth still working me, even as I keep coming until I’m trying to push him away from me, his mouth too much on my sensitive flesh.
I’m breathing hard, my heart racing so fast I rest my hand against my chest, closing my eyes as I try to calm myself. Beck shifts so he’s sliding up my body, his face suddenly right there, his mouth on mine. He kisses me deep, his tongue in my mouth, tasting like me, and I kiss him back, purposely slowing down the rhythm of our mouths as I try to steady my thumping heart.
“You were a little loud,” he whispers against my lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you scream like that.”
“I didn’t scream.”
“Oh yeah, you did.” He grins, looking proud. “It was hot, babe.”
“You’re going to have to be quiet too,” I remind him. Sometimes he likes to shout when he comes.
Tonight shouldn’t be one of those times.
“I can handle it,” he says with far too much confidence. “I, uh, I brought condoms. Just in case.”
“Do we need them?” I wrinkle my nose.
“To be extra safe. If it makes you feel better.”
He’s respectful of that, the worry that lingers in the back of my mind about pregnancy, thanks to my mom’s constant nagging through the years. I’m on the pill, the statistics are in my favor I won’t get pregnant.
“I don’t want to use a condom,” I tell him, my voice soft. “I want to feel you.”
His entire expression shifts into complete and utter excitement. “Yeah, okay. Cool. I want to feel you too.”
He starts fumbling around, trying to take off his shorts and my chest goes tight at how cute he is. How nervous he suddenly is too.
I love this boy so much. Man. He’s eighteen now. So am I. And since we got together and became a real couple, I can’t imagine my life without him.
I don’t want to. He’s always been there, waiting in the shadows.
And now he’s mine.
He belongs to me.
The shorts are gone and now, it’s just the two of us, skin-to-skin. He feels good. Hard and smooth, solid as a rock. He’s so careful as he hovers above me, not wanting to rest all of his weight on top of me and I want to feel him. I wrap my arms around his middle, my hands skimming his back as I push on him until he’s pressing into me.
“You feel so good,” I tell him just as he kisses me. Devours me. The kiss goes from sweet to dirty in a matter of seconds, our mouths wild, biting and tugging, his tongue thrusting against mine. I reach between us, my fingers brushing against his erection, and he hisses in a breath.
I touch him again, curling my fingers around him, giving him a squeeze. He’s thick and long and perfect. Maybe even a little intimidating because I wonder how that’s going to fit, but I know it’s going to work. People do this all the time.
We’ve got this.
He positions himself above me, one hand on the mattress next to my head, the other wrapped around his erection as he guides it inside of me. I lift my hips, wincing when just the head of him fits inside of me and I close my eyes, swallowing hard.
“Am I hurting you?” He sounds worried.
I shake my head. Take a deep breath. “No. Just—be slow.”
Beck does exactly as I request. He sinks into me slowly, inch by inch, pausing every few seconds as he tries to control his breathing. I stare up at him, marveling at how thoughtful he is, and how much I love him. At just how connected we are.
There’s no going back. He is mine.
Forever.
THIRTY-FOUR
BECK
Goddamn, she feels so good. Tight and hot, wrapped snug around my dick. I won’t last long, not like this. That’s why I went down on her and gave her that orgasm. Besides helping her loosen up for me, I was worried I’d be a two-pump chump and come in her within two seconds of being inside her body.
Looks like my worry was valid. I’m this close to coming and I’ve barely done anything but slip inside her. I close my eyes and think of football. Stats. My brother shouting at Eli and Diego. That was some stupid shit at dinner, but also fun. I love hanging out with those guys.
My family.
Addie runs a hand down the center of my chest, leaving me shaky. I open my eyes to find her smiling up at me. “You okay?”
“I should be asking you that.”
Her smile grows. “I am more than okay.”
Slowly, I start to move, restraining myself. Trying to make this last. Trying to make it good for her. We’re awkward together at first, attempting to get in sync and find a rhythm, but after a while, it’s as if it comes naturally. I thrust inside of her, increasing my pace and she moves with me, her hips lifting to meet mine. She throws her head back, her eyes closed, her lips parted and that’s it.