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CHAPTER TWENTY

CHARLIE

Featherlight touches drag me out of sleep. I can feel fingers moving up my legs, causing goose bumps to sprout. I’m trying to wake up, but my eyes don’t want to open. When a finger reaches my panties and tugs the center to the side and circles my clit, I moan.

Then I feel my jersey being pushed up to my collarbone, and kisses trail up my center, over my belly, in between my breasts, and then to one breast. The pull on my nipple finally spurs me to open my eyes. I look down and see Beck with a wicked look on his face. He’s smirking, but he also has my nipple between his teeth. It stings, but doesn’t hurt.

Beck palms my breast with one hand while his other holds him up so he isn’t putting all his weight on me. He opens his mouth again and sucks on my nipple, which triggers a pulsing between my legs.

I bring my hands to his head, holding him in place. “That feels so good.”

He pulls my nipple in one more time, then lets it pop from his mouth. “You’re a good girl, staying in my jersey. Did you try to wait for me, Boss? Were you dreaming about me? Were you hoping I’d wake you up to wreck this pussy?”

His words make me blush, and I can feel the heat run from my face down to my clit. We’ve always been vocal with each other, never embarrassed, and we’ve definitely gotten more vocal with all the sex we’ve been having. Making up for lost time, I guess. Maybe it’s because I’m still sleepy, but his words hit differently, and I’m starting to feel overheated. I let go of his head and grab the bottom hem to pull my jersey off, which stops Beck’s exploration of my breasts.

“What do you think you’re doing, Boss? I didn’t say you could take my jersey off. I want to see my name across your back while I fuck you. You look so pretty, splayed out like this. Legs open, tits peaked, just for me. My number on your chest, my name on your back.” He releases his hold on my breast and reaches for my hand, pulling it away from the jersey. “On, baby.”

I just nod and bring my hands back to his head and drag my fingers through his hair, then down his neck and over his bare shoulders. I can feel his naked body against my legs, so he must have undressed before he climbed into bed. I’ll never get tired of his body. It’s like a work of art. With his arm braced next to my body, I keep one hand on his head, and with the other hand, I run my fingers lightly down his biceps, feeling the taut muscles flex from my touch.

“Beck, come here. Kiss me.”

I try to pull him up, but he looks at me and shakes his head.

“I’ll kiss you, Boss, but I need a taste of your pussy first. That game left me starving,” he says.

He trails kisses down my stomach, stopping at my core. When he looks up at me, he swipes his tongue right up the center and circles my clit.

The deliberate way his tongue moves over me has me lifting my hips, trying to keep his mouth on me.

He smirks, then licks again. “You need something, baby? Tell me what you need.”

I’m practically panting at this point. “I need you to put your fingers inside me and suck my clit. I need to come. Make me come, Beck.”

He wraps his arms around my legs and opens me wider. Parting my folds with his thumbs, he holds me open and is relentless in his attention on my clit before dipping inside my center.

“Baby, you taste like perfection.” Lick. “You came back to me, and I’m never letting you go.” Lick. “I need you.” Lick. “I want you.” Lick. “You can’t ever leave me again.” He moves one hand to my entrance and slides his middle finger inside while he continues circling my clit.

“I’ll never leave, Beck. Ever,” I moan. “Please don’t stop. I need to come.”

My hips lift in rhythm with his tongue, and I feel like I’m on the verge of exploding.

“Come, baby. I need to be inside you, but I need to get you off at least once before I do. I’m trying to hold on here, but I can’t do it for much longer. Come on, Boss. Give it to me.”

He pumps his finger in and sucks my clit. The movement triggers my orgasm.

I’m still pulsing when I feel his cock slip inside. He pushes in hard, and I can feel all of him, up to his base. His hands are on either side of my head, and he’s looking down at me.

“That was one, baby. I need two more.”

Three. He wants three.

“I don’t know if I can. You wrung me out, Beck. I feel like jelly right now.” My breathing is heavy, and I still feel lost in all the sensations that orgasm gave me.

My hands travel up and down his back and to his ass, where I take hold.

Beck leans down and holds himself on his elbows, his hands cradling my head. “I got you, baby. Just feel me. Feel what you do to me.”

He presses his lips to mine, gentle at first, but once our tongues tangle, the kiss gets wet, messy, and urgent.

“I’m so close, Boss. I need to get you there first. Play with your clit for me.”

I move one of my hands from his ass to my clit, and my fingers circle until I find a rhythm, bringing me closer to coming.

“Just like that, Beck. Keep going just like that.”

“Come, baby. I need you to come now!”

With our gazes locked, my hand moves faster, and I feel my orgasm come over me. As the throbbing subsides, I pull my hand away from my center and bring his head to me and kiss him. This kiss says everything I think we’re both afraid to say. I love you. I missed you.

Breaking the kiss, he touches his nose to mine and then kisses my lips again lightly. “Two.”

Then he slides out of me and lies next to me. He places my arm under his head and puts his head on my shoulder.

“Beck, I seriously don’t know if I can go again. Don’t you need to recoup a little? I mean, you just played a game and were hyped up from the win. You have to be getting tired.” I giggle.

“Nah. I took a nap on the bus once everyone started to crash. I’d been thinking about you all night. I don’t think you understand what seeing you in my jersey did to me. I couldn’t wait to get through those four quarters so I could get to you.”

He laughs as he pulls the jersey down and covers my breasts. Then, with his index finger, he starts to trace his number. Bringing my other hand to meet his on my chest, I link our fingers, and we just look at our joined hands. He pulls his hand from mine and turns my hand over and brushes his fingers back and forth on my palm. It’s sensual, and it starts to turn me on again.

Beck turns his head and kisses my neck and jaw. He moves back to my neck and sucks, which makes me pull my head away.

“Beckham Linson, if you give me a hickey, I will literally kill you.”

He starts to laugh and dives headfirst back into my neck. “Okay, baby, but it’s too late.”

“BECK! Ohmigod. I have chapter tomorrow at the sorority house, and now I’ll have to cover it up. Hickeys are tacky, Beck.” I mean, I wouldn’t care if they were on other parts of my body, but the neck? No. “Urgh, and my brother will see it, you ass!”

Barking out a laugh, he slides his hand under my jersey and grabs my breast. “Oh, come on. You know you like my mark on you. Property of Beckham Linson . Wear it proudly.”

I cover my face with my free arm and groan.

“Baby, it’s fine. It’ll fade in a few days,” he says with a smile. “Now give me those lips. I still need that third.”

His hand trails down between my legs, and two fingers slide through my center. I’m still slick from him coming inside of me less than ten minutes ago. And truthfully, it feels good. I wasn’t sure I could get close to being ready again, but here we are. I melt for this man.

Our kisses aren’t fast. We take our time. With his fingers sliding in and out of me and the slow, intentional kisses, I’m ready, and I feel needy to have him inside me again.

Beck pulls his hand from my body and sits up. He reaches for my arms to pull me up. “On your knees, baby. I need to see my name on your back while I claim that pussy. Hold the headboard and tilt that perfect ass up.” His voice has a gruffness to it, which really works for me.

I turn around and do as he said. Grabbing the headboard and tilting my hips up, I look over my shoulder to find Beck roaming his eyes over my body, jaw clenched. He reaches out and runs his hands up the back of my thighs, over my ass, and under my jersey.

“I don’t know where I want to start. I want to lick you from behind, but I need to get inside you, baby. I want to see that ass bounce when I drive into you.”

His words and his touch make me shiver. I can’t take my eyes away as I watch his hands move over my body.

Grabbing the bottom of the jersey, he pulls it tight. “ Mine . It took you a while to come back to me, but I’ve been patient. It drove me crazy, not seeing you every day last year. Wondering who you were with, what you were doing. I needed you here. This was our plan—to be together through it all. Everything is back in place now, baby. Can you feel it?” His hands are skimming up and down my back. His touch light.

My heart feels like it’s in my throat from his words, and I break my eyes from him and hang my head. Because I feel the same. And I’m angry because we wasted so much time apart, and for what? We have to have this conversation. I need to know what happened because I don’t have the answers.

But right now, I need him to stop teasing me.

“Beck …”

“I know, baby. I need you too.”

He smooths his hands over my ass and pulls my cheeks apart. I’m slightly startled, and for a hot minute, I wonder if we’re trying something new. I hear him groan.

“Someday. Not today,” he says as he brushes his finger over my hole. “Spread your legs wider.”

I tilt my hips back a little more and spread my legs.

“Just like that.”

Still holding my cheeks apart, he slides the head of his cock up and down—from my clit to my ass. I have to admit, it does feel good. But I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.

On his down slide, he pushes inside me. “Fuck yes, baby. Suck me in, just like that. Fuck. I’m not going to last.” He moves one hand to the center of my back, and his other hand moves to my hip. His fingers dig into my hip as he starts to lose control.

Letting go of the headboard, I move my hand to my clit so we can reach our climax together. My fingers circle, rub, circle, rub. The feeling of him inside me and the pressure on my clit bring on my orgasm.

“Beck, I’m coming,” I pant out.

He grunts as he pumps inside of me faster. “I’m right there. Right. There. Fuck!”

I feel him spill inside of me as my own orgasm sends shock waves through my body. Beck pulls me up, still inside me, and brings my back to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest, and his breathing is still ragged.

He puts his forehead on my shoulder and breathes out, “Charlie, I …”

Then we hear three—yes, three—bangs on the wall and a, “Please be done now! I need to bleach my ears and never look at either one of you again. But now I need to go jerk off.”

“Sorry, Pitz.” Beck laughs, and his whole chest vibrates.

Me? I’m completely mortified.

“Ohmigod, Beck!” I pull away from him, even though he tries keeping me with him. “I cannot believe that just happened! You know they’re going to talk about this at breakfast in the morning.”

“Babe, it’s three in the morning. We don’t have to be at the field house until two this afternoon, so we’re all sleeping in. But it might be a lunch conversation.” He laughs.

Scooting off the bed, I grab my little pillow and throw it at Beck. I go into the bathroom to clean up. There’s no way I can go to sleep with all of his cum dripping from me. And I need a minute. I suspected the guys had heard us before, but I didn’t realize how clearly we could hear Pitz through the wall. His hookups aren’t usually here.

I take care of business and am standing at the sink, washing my hands, when Beck comes in. Still completely naked. He stands behind me, arms coming around my waist. I’m watching his movements in the mirror, and his gaze meets mine. There’s a soft smile on his face as he rests his chin on my shoulder.

With our eyes locked, he mouths, Three .

And we both start laughing.