Page 22 of Accidentally Joining His Cult (Chicago Awakenings #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Cody

T onight is the night. I need Beck to fuck me.

I feel like he’s been edging me all day with his heated glances and casual touches. It’s super awkward to be hard at work, especially in front of your boss, and I’ve been struggling all day.

Having him here and seeing him in my favorite places has only made everything better. But if I don’t get to see Beck naked soon, I think I might cry.

The short drive back to my place feels like it lasts forever. I ignore a few speed limits, and the second I throw the car into park, I’m out the door, practically sprinting to unlock the house.

I can hear Beck laughing as he climbs the steps up to the porch behind me, and a whine slips out of my mouth when he wraps a hand around my throat from behind. He pulls me down slightly, pressing his hard body against my back as he brings his mouth to my ear.

“What’s the rush, baby?” he whispers, and it feels like all of my blood rushes south. I’m already panting, and I subconsciously grind back into him while I finally get the key in the right spot to open the door.

Words are tough right now, so I spin to face Beck and pull him inside by his shirt, kicking the door shut behind him.

“We seem to have a habit of barely making it inside before one of us pounces on the other,” he says in a flirty tone before I use my hold on him to push him back into the door, devouring his mouth with my own. I kiss him desperately with all of the longing and desire I haven’t been able to properly channel since I last saw him in person.

My hands roam over the muscles of his broad chest before I slide them under his shirt to trace his abs. He shrugs off his jacket, and I race to unbutton his shirt as he works on mine, neither of us breaking the kiss.

When our shirts hit the floor, I run my hands over the muscles of his arms and back, wanting to know every inch of him. My lips move to kiss up his jaw, behind his ear, and down his neck, committing his taste to my memory.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he murmurs with a deep, commanding tone. I love when he gets bossy. That tone of his voice alone would make me hard, and his confirmation that tonight is finally the night has me harder than ever.

“Please do,” I manage to get out between kisses.

He grinds his bulge against mine, and I moan.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” he teases in that same tone. “Beg to have my cock inside of your tight, virgin hole?”

He grabs my ass with both hands, squeezing and grinding me against him again. I nod desperately. I’ve wanted him inside me for so long.

“Have you used any toys or anything here?” he asks, dipping his hand beneath my pants and underwear before sliding his fingers closer to my hole.

“No, only my finger and never very deep. I wanted it to be you the first time,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat. He cups my face with the hand that isn’t down my pants and runs his thumb over the blush, staring at it.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers reverently.

The change in his tone throws me for a moment, and I almost miss what he said. My cheeks grow even hotter at his compliment, and I don’t know how to react, so I move my lips back to his, sucking his bottom lip between my own before licking into his mouth.

He pulls back slightly and cups my face in his hands as he looks into my eyes, his gaze filled with emotion.

“There’s a lot that I need to say to you about how much I like you. How I wish we could spend every day together. Where I want our relationship to go,” he says, making my breath hitch. My chest feels like it could explode with how happy his admission makes me.

He looks almost desperate as he continues, “I don’t think I can hold back much longer, and I want your first time to be perfect, so can we promise to talk after sex and move this into your shower so that I can enjoy you properly?”

“Okay,” is all I manage to get out. My heart is racing as he grabs my hand to lead me up to my bathroom.

He turns the water on, quickly stripping us out of the rest of our clothes before leading me under the warm spray.

“Can I wash you?” he asks, and I nod. I swear my brain has stopped working properly since he admitted that he wants to spend every day with me and said we’re in a relationship. I’ve wanted to hear that word from him for so long, but my rock-hard cock is too focused on his callused hands rubbing soap all over my body for me to properly form words right now.

Orgasm first, relationship talk later.

Once all the soap has been rinsed from our bodies, Beck quickly towels off before grabbing another to help me.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he directs, and I immediately comply. He grabs some lube from my nightstand and a pillow, coming to stand between my legs.

“Are we still okay to not use condoms?” Beck checks, and I nod.

He kisses me deeply, tackling me back onto the bed. When he pulls back, he props the pillow under my lower back so I can angle my hips, holding my bent legs up. The position leaves me feeling very exposed, but I relax when Beck rubs his hands up my thighs, looking at my ass like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen.

“Can I taste you?” he whispers like he’s afraid I’ll say no.

“Yes, please,” I exhale, my body trembling in anticipation.

I’ve been slightly obsessed with rimming porn during my month away from Beck, and I feel like I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for forever.

Finally , Beck places his hands on the globes of my ass, leans in, and licks a strip right over my rim. My dick twitches, leaking as I let out a deep moan. I feel like a million nerve endings in my body light up at once, and I never want him to stop.

“Please, do that again,” I pant out, and he flashes a huge smile at me before repeating the motion.

Only this time, he stays there, eating me out like he’s a starving man, and I’m his favorite meal. He spears his tongue inside of me, and I swear I could come from that feeling alone.

Just as I’m about to lose control, Beck pulls back. I whimper at the loss of sensation as he leans over me, holding two fingers toward my mouth.

“Suck,” he growls, his voice sending a jolt of heat through me.

I do, licking and sucking his fingers like I want to do with his cock. When he’s satisfied they must be wet enough, he kneels back down and resumes feasting before pushing a finger in with his tongue past the tight ring of muscle.

It doesn’t hurt, and I love the new sensation of the added pressure.

I realize I’m rocking my hips back onto his finger, and it must be all the way in. Beck pulls back enough to repeat the process with a second finger, and it burns slightly as my body stretches, but it still feels good. After I’m able to relax again, he starts to fuck the digits into me, still using his tongue to drive me wild as he carefully stretches his fingers apart, preparing me even more.

Then he curls his fingers, and I cry out, pleasure jolting throughout my entire body at whatever he just did. My cock jumps, and I almost come, my hand flying to squeeze my base, trying to prevent the release.

“That’s your prostate,” Beck teases with a smug smile.

“Whatever it is, you need to not do that again unless you want me to finish before you’re even inside of me,” I warn, sounding completely out of breath.

Beck chuckles to himself as he continues to move his fingers in and out of me with maddeningly shallow thrusts. Then he pulls out and adds lube onto three fingers before slowly and gently pushing all three in.

The new sensation feels… strange. It's not painful exactly, he’s being so slow, but the pressure is kind of overwhelming. My cock starts to calm down slightly before Beck distracts me by swallowing it down his throat.

I’m completely overwhelmed by the dual sensations and am quickly back to being hard as a rock. He teases me, licking and kissing my dick without taking me fully into his mouth again, no doubt trying to manage my pleasure without pushing me over the edge. He continues to stretch me with his three fingers, and after a little while, the sensation in my ass is no longer unpleasant. I fucking love it.

“More, Beck, please, I need you,” I whine, rocking back onto his hand. “Please fuck me.”

He immediately abandons my cock, pulling his fingers out and leaving me feeling empty as my muscles clench around nothing.

“Bear down,” he soothes as he uses his hand to grip the base of his erection. He guides the swollen head to my slick, prepped hole and his lubed-up cock pushes against the tight ring of muscles. I try to relax as he pushes in.

“Look at you, baby,” he says, his tone full of awe. “You look so fucking hot. All needy and whining, begging for my big cock to fill you up. Fuck, that’s so good,” he continues as he slowly thrusts into me. “You’re so good for me. This is the best hole I’ve ever had, so fucking tight and warm. You were made to be filled up by me,” he’s rambling now, and I’m obsessed with the effect this is having on him, how blissed out and desperate he looks.

His praise relaxes me further, and eventually his hips meet mine, so I think he’s all the way in. He doesn’t move, allowing me to adjust to the new sensation. Beck leans down to kiss me, and I get lost in his intoxicating taste. When he gives a slow experimental thrust, a deep moan escapes from my throat. Each glide of his cock inside of me lights me up in a way I’ve never experienced.

The pleasure is truly indescribable as he keeps up his slow pace, angling his hips until each thrust brushes against my prostate. This is spectacular, I always want to have Beck inside of me.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” I beg, finally remembering how to speak. I can’t seem to prevent the thoughts from leaving my mouth as I try to match his motion. “This is amazing. Why haven’t we done this before?”

He picks up the pace, and I can feel my release building. I’m so close, and nothing is even touching my aching cock.

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck you, to be the only man who’s ever been inside of you,” he says. “To fill your perfect ass with my cum and mark you as mine forever.”

His words make everything even more intense. “Fuck, I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me, baby,” he practically growls, before biting down on my collarbone.

Pleasure explodes from the base of my spine, spreading throughout my entire body. My vision goes dark as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had wrecks me—without anything even touching my cock.

He lets out a deep moan and I can feel the warmth and added lubrication of his cum as he finishes inside of me. I love knowing his release is still there when he finally pulls out of me.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, and my spent cock twitches at his praise.

He stares at my ass for a moment before collecting the cum that’s leaking out of me on two fingers and shoving them back inside my hole. My cock twitches again.

“Apparently, I have a breeding kink,” he murmurs, and I laugh.

“I think I do, too.”

“I’ve never had sex without a condom before. I had no idea how hot it would be.” He smiles up at me, and it feels like my heart is going to burst.

“Me neither.”

“Wait here.” He places a soft kiss on my lips before getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom. He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth to carefully clean me up. When he’s done, he tosses it into the hamper and helps me get into a more comfortable spot on the bed, crawling in with me so that we’re both lying on our sides facing each other.

“That was even better than I’d hoped it would be,” I admit.

“I meant what I said,” he replies with a huge smile. “Best sex I’ve ever had.”

“So why didn’t we do that sooner?” I hesitantly ask, afraid of his answer. It’s been bothering me since my last visit when we’d talked about not needing condoms but he hadn’t even tried to fuck me.

He gives me an apologetic look, taking a moment to think about his answer. Then he takes a deep breath.

“Because I’m an idiot,” he begins. “Cody, I don’t know how to say this. I never have before, so I’m probably going to completely mess up the delivery.” He’s rambling, and now I’m worried.

But then he says the words that I didn’t dare to dream I’d be hearing from him anytime soon.

“Cody, I love you. I’m in love with you. And I think I have been for a long time,” he admits, looking shy but determined. “I’ve never met anyone I’ve wanted to spend all of my time with—until you. You make everything better with your positive attitude and your dazzling smile. I’d sell my soul to make you laugh.”

He grabs my hand, holding it between us as he goes on. “But I want to be there all the time, not just when you’re happy. I want to be there for you to lean on when you need it. I want to be your boyfriend and your partner, and one day, if you’d want it, I want to be your husband. I want to give you the close family you’ve always dreamed of. I want you to be at my grandparents’ house for family dinners. I want you to be friends with my brothers, Adrian and Jordan. I want to give you dogs to chase around the yard. Or if you want kids, we can have as many as you’d like so they never feel alone like you did growing up.”

His face blurs as tears fill my eyes. I never thought someone would care enough to truly see me like this, let alone offer me a future and a family I’ve longed for.

“I love how much you care about everyone and want to help make them all happier. How you remember little details about people that you haven’t seen in years. Anyone lucky enough to talk to you is better off for it. I am so much better off having met you, and I can’t believe that, for some reason, you want to be with me too. Or, at least, I hope you do,” he trails off, and I nod desperately as he continues with a relieved laugh.

“The reason I was so afraid to fuck you in Chicago is because I want to be able to give you the perfect future you deserve. A future where neither of us has to sacrifice everything to be with the other. And it’s been driving me insane that I can’t find a solution to make it work.”

His eyes flicker with emotion as he continues. “I knew that after we were together like this, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from blurting all of this out, but I couldn’t wait any longer, and fuck, now you’re crying!”

His tone sounds slightly panicked, but I can’t stop the tears from flowing.

“I tell you I love you, and now you’re crying, but you’re also smiling, and I’m so fucking confused,” he whispers, squeezing my hand.

I burst out laughing, sitting up to lean against my headboard as I attempt to wipe away my tears. Beck sits up too, both of us still angled in toward the other so our eyes meet when I finally say, “Beck, I love you too.”

His entire expression relaxes into one of pure joy before he leans in for a slow, sweet kiss. We take our time before finally pulling apart, and he wraps me in his arms with my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

“I was drawn to you from the beginning,” I admit. “Looking back, even before I realized how attracted I was to you, I knew I was way more excited to go to dinner with you than I’d been with anyone else I met through the courses or while traveling.”

Beck runs his fingers through my long hair as I speak, and I love how calming the sensation is, how connected I feel to him.

“I love your sense of humor. How you can always make me laugh,” I continue. “I love how different we are, how we seem to complement each other so perfectly with our different strengths. I love how smart you are and how hard you work, even though you don’t need the money. I love that you’re unapologetically you. Not some trust fund kid rebelling against his family or attempting to fit into their perfect mold.” I trace the tattoos on his arms and chest as I speak, wanting to memorize every detail of his perfect body, to know the story behind each one.

“I love how fiercely you love the people you trust, how you treat your friends just like you do your family. I love how you make me feel seen, like I’m allowed to be myself at all times, even in moments when I’m not happy. And I love that you can work to make me smile again in a way that doesn’t make me feel bad or guilty for being sad,” I trail off, realizing just how untrue that is about almost everyone else in my life.

“I want it,” I whisper. “That future you talked about, I want it all.”

“Then I’ll make it happen,” he promises, kissing the top of my head.

And as much as I want to believe him, we both know it isn’t that simple.