I really wasn’t going to last if he carried on this way. I needed to get a grip on myself, if I was going to hold on until he was inside me. I took a deep breath, and tried to get my wits about me. I used both hands to unhook the front clasp of my bra, then lifted up off the bed slightly to take it off.
Beck did a double take at the sight of my bare breasts. Good. Acutely aware of his eyes on me, I squeezed my tits together, pushed my nipples up to my mouth, and licked each in turn. Beck looked as though he was going to explode, the hand inside me going slack as he concentrated on what he was seeing. I had him. I continued feasting on my nipples as though they were the last meal I’d ever eat. They hardened to tiny brown pebbles within seconds. I gazed back at Beck, who had removed his hand from inside me—making me glad of the respite—he was slack-jawed, looking confused.
“What’s the matter?” Had he changed his mind suddenly?
“I can’t decide whether to stay like this and watch you, while also risking coming without even touching my dick or having it inside you; or whether I should slip inside you now, thus ending this magnificent display.”
As if understanding the options and casting a vote in the matter, his dick reared up toward the happy trail on his rock-hard stomach, a large drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip, before spilling over and dripping down the shaft. That was one thing that hadn’t changed over the years: Beck had an impressively large and attractive cock.
“I want the first time you come tonight to be inside me.”
“The first time, huh? How many times are you planning on?”
“Fair warning, I don’t anticipate either of us getting much sleep tonight, but how many times really depends on you. How many times can you go in one session?” I waggled my eyebrows, laying down the challenge, safe in the knowledge that he would accept it.
This was a man who, by his own admission played to win in normal circumstances. When his male pride was on the line? It was on. I bit the inside of my lip, trying, and failing to conceal my smile.
“Oh, it’s like that is it, Ms. Reid?” He grinned so hard his strong angular jaw was in danger of snapping. Meanwhile, something in my heart snapped.
“Challenge accepted. I hope you’re well rested, because I intend to put you through your paces tonight.” The wickedly cheeky smirk on his face had me even wetter than before, though I hadn’t thought it possible. I needed him inside me like I needed oxygen.
I reached over to the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the box of condoms nestled there. Not that I had been anticipating this moment when I packed, but I preferred to be prepared, regardless. I handed the box to Beck, who had a rubber out of the wrapper and onto his straining dick with the speed and ease of someone who was very well practiced. I tried hard not to think about why.
When he was done, he paused again, staring at me thoughtfully. I don’t remember him being this serious when we were kids, but a long time and a lot of life had passed since then, and he had clearly matured significantly in that time, as had I.
“What’s on your mind?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, even though I wasn’t actually sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Nothing. I just wanted to take a moment. Like you said before, we’ve waited so long for this. I want us both to be sure, you know?” I did know. I also knew that I was one hundred percent sure. There would be no morning-after regrets. I nodded fixing him with a steady stare.
“I totally know what you mean. I’m sure. You?”
“Never been more certain about anything in my life.” The seriousness of his tone knocked me for six.
My heart did an Olympic gold medal-worthy flip, and my pulse quickened. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find I had cracked ribs from the force of my heartbeat.
Beck licked his lips, nodding slowly, acknowledging my assent, before positioning himself between my knees, momentarily hovering the tip of his dick at my entrance, as though, despite my reassurances he was still a little unsure. I nodded again, urging him on, all the while holding his gaze. I wanted to see everything he was feeling, and wanted him to know exactly what was going through my mind.
He pushed into me gently at first, then thrust hard and to his hilt. I’d never been religious. My father was, and his monstrous ways were enough to convince me that religion wasn’t for me. However, had I been a believer, I would have described the feeling that surged through me as rapture. I guess the secular description was bliss. Pure unadulterated bliss. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, but I fought with all my might to keep them open. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
Beck tripped out momentarily. His gaze was still locked to mine, but his pupils were unfocussed. Unseeing, as though he was with me in body, but not in spirit. I wanted him here with me. All of him.
“Beck…?” My voice was a soft whisper, but it was enough to call him back from wherever he’d gone.
“Yeah, I’m here.” He moved then, painfully slowly in and out of me, staring at me as though seeing me for the first time. After a few thrusts this way, with both of us panting as though we’d run a marathon, he increased the speed and pressure, sending shockwaves through my body and pushing me irrevocably toward the most epic organism of my life.
“Christ!” Selfishly, I hadn’t been aware of how close he was too, but as I tumbled over the cliff of my release, I took him screaming with me. “Mel!”
We found out just how many times each of us could come in one session that night. Four. We finally collapsed into a sated and sweaty slumber somewhere near three a.m. The last thing I remember was pulling the comforter over us while we spooned, with Beck wrapping his arms around me and gripping me as though I was a security blanket. Maybe for him I was.
Mel
What seemed like moments later Beck was shaking me awake with an urgency that immediately told me something was wrong.
“Mel, baby. Your phone has been pinging and ringing off the hook.” I went from sex-blissed and sleep-addled to alert and wide awake in record time. Calls and texts at that time of night couldn’t mean anything good.
I sat up, grabbing the phone from his hand, looking down on the screen. He was right. Three texts and five missed calls. WTF? It had been on silent the whole time. I must have forgotten to turn the ringer back on after silencing it during the chemistry sessions. I’d called home earlier in the evening to say goodnight and not received any calls since, so I hadn’t even noticed. The missed calls were from Kate. Fuck.
I called her back immediately. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey.” I could tell right away from the tone of her voice that something was wrong, and my brain began to immediately conjure up myriad possible awful explanations.
“Hi. Sorry, my phone was on silent. What’s up?”
“It’s Sam. Another attack.”
That much I had guessed. “Fuck. How bad?” I dreaded her response, but of course I needed to know.
“Pretty bad. We’re at the ER now. They think they have him stabilized and the worst is over but they’re more than likely admitting him for observation anyway, just to be sure.”
As we spoke, I had gotten out of the bed, and was frantically dressing myself as best I could with the phone lodge between my jaw and the crook of my neck. “Motherfucker! I’m on the way, but it’s a minimum three hour drive, K.”