Page 12 of Accidentally Joining His Cult (Chicago Awakenings #1)

CHAPTER TWELVE

Cody

T he bed sounds like an amazing idea. Kicking off my shoes, I shed my clothes as quickly as possible. Once I’m naked, I sit on the edge of the bed and watch as Beck strips for me in a slow, deliberate tease. He’s smirking at me the entire time as I fidget, too excited to sit still. My cock is already rock hard at the thought of touching him again, and his show is making me squirm with the building anticipation.

All day, I couldn’t get the image of Beck on his knees for me out of my mind. I know I’m technically bigger than him, but the way he carries himself makes him seem so much larger and more dominating. I’ve never been with someone like that, and I’m really into it.

Seeing him be so vulnerable for me was exhilarating.

Beck has this general air of “I truly don’t give a fuck” with almost everything. I don’t think he does it consciously, but he acts as though he expects everyone to respect him already, to want to impress him.

Or maybe I just want to impress him.

I noticed it the first day I saw him at his company—the way his employee handed over their seat without question, how so many people followed his example in the exercises. It made sense there, where he’s the boss, but this weekend, I was surprised to see how little his attitude changed around strangers. Even with the Kyla higher-ups, who can be pretty intimidating, Beck acted like they needed to earn his notice.

He’s never acted like that with me, though.

Somehow, I’ve done something to hold his attention. Whenever I looked at him today, he was already studying me. It’s intoxicating to be the sole focus of such a self-assured man. Every time he looks at me, it makes me feel invincible.

Now, seeing the evidence of his arousal as he stalks toward me, I know I’m playing a dangerous game. I could quickly get addicted to this feeling, and I’m not sure if this thing between us will end after this weekend.

And that terrifies me.

Beck has been honest about his lack of serious relationships in the past. During the program, he’d talked about his family wanting him to settle down, but I don’t know if he’s ready for that.

Not to mention the fact that we live in different states, both with demanding careers that keep us constantly on the move.

But I refuse to borrow tomorrow’s troubles today. Instead, I decide to stay present and enjoy this moment. I’m sitting on the edge of a bed naked with a very sexy, also very naked, Beck standing in front of me. I spread my legs so that he can walk into the space between them and lean up to meet his kiss.

It’s a soft, slow kiss. Nothing like the frantic and desperate ones from yesterday. I grab onto his hips, letting my hands explore the firm curves of his ass as his tongue teases my lips, tasting me.

Before I lose myself entirely in the feel of him, I pull back, and he stands back to his full height with a quirked brow. From my position on the low bed, I’m perfectly in line with his swollen cock, and I can’t help but stare, completely fascinated.

It’s long and thick, not quite as big as mine, but I’ve been in enough gym locker rooms to know that he has a big dick.

And now that I’ve had that thought, I realize straight guys probably wouldn’t notice or remember other men’s cocks well enough to know what qualifies as a “big dick”.

Obliviousness has always been a personal quirk of mine. Social cues, flirting, or being hit on always go right over my head, or so I’ve been told. But missing the fact that I’m attracted to men? That has to take the crown on my list of oblivious moments.

Looking at Beck now, though, naked and in front of me, I know for a fact that he’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. His defined muscles, the ink that covers his arms and chest in a complicated patchwork of images and shading, accentuating every curve of his physique. Then there are his ink-free, defined abs, with a light dusting of hair leading down to his enticing cock. I am one hundred percent not straight.

The urge to touch him is overwhelming. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my hand reaches out, wrapping around his rock-hard erection.

Obviously, I know what my dick feels like, but there’s something so incredibly hot about the opposing sensations of how soft he feels in my callused hands as I stroke up his shaft and how hard he is.

For me.

I love being able to see the physical proof of what I’m doing to him.

Beck lets out a low hum of appreciation as I continue to move my hand up and down, adding a slight twist as I get to the angry pink head. I realize I should probably focus more on how this feels for him, rather than just the weight of him in my grip, so I spit in my hand before returning to the motion.

I glance up to catch the look of complete awe on his face. “How do you look so excited to be jerking me off when yesterday you were straight?”

“Well, I obviously wasn’t straight. I was just oblivious to how amazing other people’s cocks could be.”

“Mine,” he corrects in a possessive growl. “How amazing my cock could be.”

I love that he doesn’t like the idea of me with other men. I know that we have no real chance at a future, but right here, in this moment, I can let myself pretend. Pretend that Beck’s the only one I’ll ever need again.

“Yes,” I agree on an exhale, looking up at him between my lashes. “Your cock is it for me.” I’m surprised by how hot that line of thinking is, how turned on I am by the idea of him owning me in that way.

He must like it too because he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back up to look at him after my gaze had wandered back south. “Say it again,” he demands. “Say my cock is the only cock for you, that you’re mine.”

It might feel a little intense for the second time we’ve hooked up, but something about the idea feels right. It settles something inside of me. So even if I know deep down it won’t be real, the words feel true as I speak them on a breathy exhale. “I’m yours.”

Our gazes lock for an endless moment before he leans down to meet my mouth in a claiming kiss. He tries to pull me up to stand, but I’m determined to taste him.

I push him away. “Dammit, Beck, stop distracting me! I want to blow you,” I complain. I’ve always wondered what it was like for the women I’ve been with, and after how hot last night was with him finishing on my face, I’m even more excited to be on this side of things.

His eyes shine with amusement as he holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t let me stop you.”

Shifting my focus back to his cock, I grip the base firmly in my hand before looking up at him again. “I’m probably not going to be very good at this. Believe it or not, I’ve never had a dick in my mouth,” I tease, trying not to get too in my head about my lack of experience.

He chuckles and mocks a shocked expression. “You mean straight guys don’t give their friends blowjobs? Porn has completely lied to me!” His tone of fake outrage makes me laugh, the tension in my chest easing as I let the humor ground me for a moment.

But I quickly shake it off, mentally scolding myself to focus. As much as I love how comfortable we already are with each other—how effortlessly we shift from dominating to playful—I want to make this good for him. Sex should be fun, and this? This definitely is.

I decide to just go for it, trying to remember what felt good last night when our positions were reversed. I wrap my lips around just the head at first, running my tongue over the tip as I lightly suck. The salty flavor is heady, and I instantly want to earn more.

Beck lets out a low hum of approval, and I love what his praise does to me.

Feeling emboldened, I try to take him deep into my mouth, but when his head bumps the back of my throat and I gag, I realize I might have been a little too enthusiastic.

Pulling back just a bit, I use my hand to work what doesn’t fit into my mouth and explore the rest with my tongue as I bob my head up and down. He seems to like it when I run my tongue over the sensitive spot just below the crown, and I give it a lot of attention as my other hand comes up to play with his balls.

His hands are back in my hair, not controlling my movements at all, and I can tell that he’s holding himself back, allowing me to remain in control. His firm grip reminds me that this powerful man is being driven crazy by me and what I’m doing to him.

I fucking love it.

I don’t think I’ve ever realized how much power you could feel while you’re the one choking on a cock. But I feel invincible in this moment as I hear his uncontrolled moans of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you look so sexy swallowing my cock,” he praises, and his words give me even more confidence. I love hearing how much he’s enjoying this.

“That feels amazing. I never want another man to know how amazing your mouth feels,” he adds.

And honestly, I don’t want that either.

“You look so happy, blissed out like you were made to have my dick between your full lips.” He’s stroking my cheek now. Between his firm grip on my hair and the gentle touch on my cheek, for probably the first time in my life, I feel cherished. I never want this feeling to end.

“Fuck,” Beck says, letting out a deep moan. “You’re such a good boy for me.”

My cock is painfully hard and I can’t wait any longer, desperately stroking myself as I continue to devour him.

“Don’t you dare come,” he warns, and my hand instantly freezes. “Your load is mine,” he continues, and I whimper around him. “I’m so close, if you don’t want to swallow, then pull back and let me come all over your gorgeous face.”

As much as I fucking loved having his release cover me yesterday, how claimed it made me feel to have his cum on me, there’s no way that’s happening tonight. I need to taste him more than I need my next breath.

“Then I’m going to swallow down your needy cock while I play with your tight hole. Would you like that?” he asks.

I nod as I try to take him even deeper, wanting him to know how desperate I am to swallow his release. His grip in my hair tightens, and his cock thickens even further. His words become frantic as hot cum shoots down my throat and I think I hear “baby” and “perfect” in between his incoherent ramblings. I desperately swallow, not wanting to lose any, but some ends up spilling from my mouth as his cock continues to twitch.

He’s still stroking my cheek as I lick his softening dick clean. Actually, I think he’s rubbing his release in, marking me with it. Holy fuck, that’s hot . I want to be covered in his cum as often as I can, marked by this man in any possible way.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, and I feel like I could come from his words alone.

Before I can process it, Beck drops to his knees between my legs where I’m still sitting on the edge of the bed. As much as I want him to do all of the things he promised, blowing him was way too hot, and I’m honestly surprised that I didn’t finish already. As soon as his lips wrap around my cock, trying to swallow as much off me as he can in one go, I’m a goner, shooting into his mouth.

My vision blurs as my body convulses around him, the pleasure so intense that it’s almost painful. When it finally subsides, I’m panting, and my arms are wrapped around Beck. He pulls off with a cocky grin, wiping the corner of his mouth before arrogantly saying,“Good boy.”

“Fuck off,” I laugh and playfully shove him.

He’s laughing too as he tackles me fully onto the bed before kissing me senseless. We lay there for a while, making out and enjoying the feeling of being together.

Eventually, Beck is the one to pull away. “We have to be up pretty early for our flights tomorrow,” he says regretfully.

I feel like our little bubble of bliss is bursting as reality comes crashing in. The truth is that we don’t have any plans to do this again. That we live so far away. That Beck probably doesn’t even care to see me again now that we’ve hooked up. He doesn’t do relationships and has never wanted one.

“Yeah, I guess we should pack or something,” I admit, feeling defeated.

“Or we could stay cuddled up in bed and set our alarms for a little earlier,” he murmurs into my neck before kissing me there. The embers of hope I thought had burned out flare to life in my chest at his suggestion.

He maneuvers us so that he’s under me, and I snuggle into his embrace. He wraps his arms around me, resting my head on his heart. The rapid beats match my own as I drift to sleep, fantasizing about a world where we board the same plane in the morning, to the same city, where we go to the same home.

Together.