Page 26 of Breakout (Walker University #3)

nineteen

I ’m pleasantly buzzed.

I’ve danced with the girls, had shots, shot longing looks at Beckett from across the room, and laughed with our friends. It’s been a successful party.

I’m ready to go now.

Only, I don’t want to go back to my place. I want to head upstairs and pass out in Beckett’s bed. He has such a comfy bed. Especially when he is in it with me.

He’s talking with Wyatt right now, though. Not that his full attention is on him. He keeps shooting looks at me.

We are being so obvious, but thankfully all of our friends are too far into their own worlds to pay attention to us. Clay pulled Grace into his room several hours ago. Kellan and Cora are grinding in the corner. Brett is talking to some girl in the corner.

That leaves Wyatt.

Deciding to try and play it coy, I walk over to them both. Unfortunately for me, I trip just as I reach them, falling into Beckett’s lap. He catches me, repositioning me until I’m sitting on him more comfortably.

“Thanks for dropping in,” Beckett teases.

I can feel my cheeks redden as I try to stand, but he holds me in place.

“I’ll talk to you guys later.” Wyatt gets up without another word, heading out the back door.

“You think he knows?” I whisper to Beckett.

He chuckles. “Don’t worry about it. What were you coming over here for anyway? Couldn’t resist me?”

I stick out my bottom lip in my best pout. “I’m ready for bed.”

He looks around before leaning forward and kissing my bottom lip.

“You want to go to yours or mine?” he asks.

“Your bed is much more comfy.”

He shakes his head, picking me up as he stands. He lets me slide down his body until I’m on my own two feet. “Lead the way then.”

I take his hand in mine, leading him up the stairs. At this point, I don’t even care who sees us anymore. I’m so tangled up in his tornado that I don’t know which way is up.

When we get to his room, he unlocks it with his key before pushing me inside, slamming it shut, then locking it again. Turning me to the door, he picks me up, pinning me against the door as he takes my lips with his.

The man is insatiable. I swear as we spend more time together, he gets even more so. I thought he would tire of me, but it’s the opposite. He seems more obsessed.

When he pulls back, looking into my eyes, I see something there that scares me. Something I never thought I would have.

Love.

I think this man might love me. I’m not ready for that. I don’t deserve it.

Letting my legs fall, I stand on my own. I’m about to say something when “Ride” by Chase Rice and Macy Maloy comes on. I push Beckett back, an idea forming in my mind.

Words fail me, but I can show him with my body what I’m feeling in this moment.

“Sit on the bed,” I demand.

Surprisingly, he does so without question.

Slowly, I let my body sway to the music as the words filter through my head. It’s how I feel about him right now. I want to feel his body on mine. I need that connection with him. It’s when I feel like we belong together the most.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it to the side. Then I push my pants down. Moving closer to him, I swing my hips from side to side, spinning so I can drop my ass into his lap. His hands find my hips, helping me move as I grind against him. His hard cock presses into my ass, spurring me on.

Moving away from him, I pull each strap of my bra down until I take it off completely. Then I pull my panties off, bending so he gets the full view of what I have to offer.

His breathing has picked up pace as I climb into his lap, pressing his head into my breasts as I continue to grind onto his lap.

As the song comes to an end, a new one takes its place, but he doesn’t stop. His lips kiss and nip at the skin of my breasts until he sucks my nipple inside, flicking it with his tongue as he holds it between his teeth.

I moan out his name, arching into him. He always knows exactly how to make me feel good. I let him have his fun before I pull away from him, climbing from his lap. I help him stand, stripping him of his clothes. He goes to sit back down, but I shake my head.

He follows my lead as I fall to my knees in front of him. I watch as he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. As much as we have been together, this is one thing I haven’t done with him. It’s one thing I’ve never wanted to do. I always felt it was too personal.

I want to do it with him. I want everything with him.

Neither of us speaks as I lean forward, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting the precum. His hips jerk forward slightly as I suck on it. Then I pull off, looking up at him.

The pure lust on his face has my pussy clenching. The raw emotion is feeding into me, making me hotter.

With renewed energy, I move closer, my hands on his hips as I take his cock back in my mouth. I let it slide in as far as I can take it before pulling back out. I continue this motion, taking him deeper and deeper until I gag.

“Fuck,” he curses, his cock jerking a little in my mouth.

I look up at him,loving the way he looks so out of control.

Reaching down, he threads his hands in my hair as he moves me back to his cock slowly. I have time to say no, but I don’t want to. I like that I can make him go crazy. I have control over him in this moment even by allowing him to take control.

Holding my head, he slowly starts to pump into my mouth. When I gag once more, he pulls out.

“You’re doing so good. You can take it, baby. I’m so proud of you,” he whispers.

The positive reinforcement is doing it for me. I can feel my own arousal dripping from my pussy as I lean forward, my mouth open, asking for more even as my eyes water.

He takes it slow once more, pumping into my throat. This time, I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing. He slides into my throat, making me swallow.

“My fucking good girl. So fucking good.”

He pulls out short, then thrusts back in, wedging deep inside of my throat.

I gag again as his cock jerks inside of my mouth, spilling his cum across the back of my throat.

I pull back, needing air as I choke, making him finish on my face.

I keep my eyes closed as I feel the warm, wet jets of his cum cover me.

When he finally stops, he sinks to his knees. “I’m sorry, Peyton. Are you okay?”

I smile, opening my eyes as I use my finger to swipe his cum from my face.“I’m great. How are you?” I tease as I pop his cum into my mouth.

He watches intently as heat fills his eyes once more. Honestly, I thought cum would taste worse. It’s warm and salty, but not the worst thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. I wipe the little bit left and do the same thing, smiling at Beckett the whole time.

“Marry me,” he mutters.

“Been there, done that.”

He pulls me closer to him, kissing me deeply. When he pulls away, he says, “Fuck yeah, we did. You’re mine, Peyton. Now be a good girl and get on the bed.”

I look down at his flaccid cock. “Slight problem.”

He smirks at me. “Who said I was using my cock?”

I swallow hard.

Oh shit. What have I gotten myself into?

I don’t know what’s gotten into Peyton, but I fucking love it.

When we first started our arrangement, she made it clear she would never give me a blow job. She said it was too personal for her.

Yet tonight, she did so without question. I never even asked her for one, so it’s not like she did it for that.

No, she did it because she wanted to. That made it so much hotter.

I didn’t miss the way she kept rubbing her legs together too. I think she was getting off on it as much as I was.

Then she had to go and practically eat my cum off of her face. It was so dirty and erotic. I swear if I had any blood flow left, I would have been hard as a rock.

Unfortunately, I am only human and need a recovery period, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of her.

Peyton is lying on the bed like I asked. I approach her, loving when she opens her legs for me as if I hold the key. I can see from here that she is glistening with her own arousal. I want to give her as much pleasure as she just gave me.

Climbing onto the bed between her legs, I run my fingers through her wetness. “You enjoyed sucking my cock, didn’t you?” I ask her.

She bites her bottom lip. “Yes.”

Sliding one finger inside, I start to finger her, watching her eyes start to gloss over. She is so keyed up right now. Stopping suddenly, I watch her reaction.

Her pussy clenches against me as her eyes widen.

“Why’d you stop?” she asks.

I shrug. “Experimenting. You okay with that?”

“Yes. Anything you want.”

How far we have come from needing our boundaries laid out practically in writing to her telling me I can do anything I want.

She trusts me. She knows I know what she wants and needs and would never take more than she gives.

Sliding a second finger inside, I continue to tease her.

“Anything, huh?” I ask.

“Yes, Beck,” she moans out.

Pulling my two fingers drenched in her arousal from her pussy, I slide them down to her ass and circle it. She shivers, letting out a little moan.

“You will let me fuck your tight little ass?”

“Please,” she almost whines.

Pressing in, I’m surprised when she presses against me, my fingers sliding inside of her easily.She hisses as if it burns, so I stop.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Keep going.” She presses against me again.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She locks her eyes with mine. “I like the burn. It feels good. Keep going.”

Accepting her words, I slowly start to thrust my fingers into her ass. She moves her hips with me, taking more and more of them.

“Do you want more?” I ask, watching how her body reacts.

“Yes, please. I want you.”

I shake my head as I pull my fingers out. “We need to prep you for that. I can give you a little more, though.”

Reaching into my drawer, I pull out the bottle of lube I keep.

Coating my two fingers, I press back into her ass.

She reacts as if I’m fucking her with the way her body wiggles against me.

I scissor my fingers inside of her, thrusting harder but keeping my eyes on her face so I know if she likes it.

She bites her lip, her breathing coming faster. Pulling out, she groans, her body trying to follow my fingers, making me chuckle.

I coat the first two fingers again, then coat the third. I take it slow, letting her body adjust to the new pressure. She takes it like she was meant for it. As I start to thrust into her, I lean down, sucking her clit into my mouth.

She is moving against me wildly, chasing her orgasm as I keep my pace steady.

“Right there. Fuck. I’m so close,” she cries out.

I don’t change a thing. I keep up the pressure and pace, licking her clit as if my life depends on it.

When her body tightens up, her ass clenching around my fingers, I’m ready for the cum that squirts out, coating my face. I fucking love it. I lap it up until she pushes my head away, wincing at the pain from being overstimulated.

Slowly, I pull my fingers from her ass, watching as her body melts into my mattress.

“Was it good?” I ask, slight laughter in my tone from the look on her face.

“So good. The best. Really Beck, you have ruined me for all others.”

“I better have. You are my wife after all. I’m going to go clean up. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she mumbles sleepily.

Leaving her naked on my bed, I hurry across the hall to the bathroom I share with Brett and Wyatt. It doesn’t take me long to take a leak and wash my hands. I grab a washcloth and wet it to clean her up as well.

When I step back into the hall, I almost run into Wyatt. He looks at my face, then down to the washcloth before smiling.

“Got a little something there.” He wipes his own chin, then he laughs as he heads down the hall into his room.

“Fucker,” I murmur before slipping into my room, locking the door.

“I got you a…” I trail off when I find Peyton snoring adorably, her legs still wide open.

Moving to her side, I wipe her pussy clean before wiping the lube off of her ass. I throw the wet cloth in my laundry basket before finding a clean shirt to wipe my face on. Then I move Peyton so that she is under the covers.

“Beck,” she moans in her sleep, turning to be closer to me.

“I’m here, Peyton. I’m not going anywhere.”

I settle into her side, letting her drift back off to sleep. The room is silent as she nestles her face into my chest before letting out a breath.

Then, as if it’s a whisper, I hear her say, “I love you, Beck.”

I freeze, wondering if I made it up. She doesn’t say another word.

Looking down at her sleeping form, I kiss the top of her head. “I love you too, Peyton,” I whisper.

Now if only she would admit it when she’s conscious. Maybe this marriage has hope after all.