Page 29 of Home Brewed (The Perfect Cup #1)

I toss her on the bed, enjoying the sight of her wiggling out of her skirt and throwing it across the room with abandon.

The only thing covering her now is the tiniest black thong that has my mouth watering.

I slowly crawl up the bed to cover her body with mine, trailing my lips on every part of her that I can as I go, reveling in her little whimpers, and immediately moving to remove her shirt.

She arches her back and places her hands above her head so I can remove it, but I stop at her wrists when I see she has nothing underneath.

“Fuck, look at you, gorgeous.” I take my time looking at her as she squirms in anticipation, little pink nipples already tight and begging for my attention. I’m almost glad Fish stopped me because I would have come right on the spot if I saw this with my dick in her wet little mouth.

Not holding back anymore, I lean in to pull one into my mouth. “Beck!” she shouts as she struggles to get closer to me, her arms still trapped in her shirt. I give her a wicked smile.

“You alright there, pretty girl?” I grip more of her shirt, tightening it around her wrists.

“Yes,” she breathes, wrapping one leg around me. “Please don’t stop.” As if there’s any force besides her that could make me.

“Will you stay there for me?”

When she nods, I reach down to shuck off my pants, leaving my boxers where they are. I put my hands back on her shirt to pin her hands down, and her head lolls to the side as I appraise her, her breath quickening. My girl likes to be restrained, and I’m going to oblige.

I go back to her perfect breasts, watching them heave with her laboured breaths, and take the other into my mouth, gently scraping my teeth over the small bud, earning myself another breathy groan.

Her hips buck against me, and I pull back slightly, taking away the pressure she’s looking for, wanting to tease her a little longer.

The look she casts my way should make my dick shrivel, but it only spurs me on, seeing her feisty side come out to play .

“Patience, pretty girl,” I chuckle, knowing that my agonizing pace is driving her insane.

I smooth the hand not pinning her down the slope of her waist, running over her soft curves and savouring the goosebumps that I leave in my wake.

I stop at her hips and slip my finger into the strap of her thong.

“Fuck, I want to rip this off of you,” my voice rumbles out of me as I continue to nip at the side of her breast.

“Please! Oh god, yes, please!” Seeing her moving under me, begging for more, I release her hands and move down her body.

Using my teeth, I slowly drag her panties down, taking in how beautifully wet she is for me.

Her pussy glistens, showing me exactly how much she wants this, how much she needs this.

“You are so perfect, all of this for me,” I say, kissing her inner thigh, right next to where she wants me. I slowly drag my knuckle up her slit, gathering her arousal and looking into her eye as I lick it off. “Fuck, you taste so good, pretty girl.”

I brace one arm over her hips, keeping her still as she writhes beneath me.

I slowly lick up her slit. Her hands free themselves of her shirt and fly to my head as I pick up my pace, tasting her, until I come to the small bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, pink and swollen, and ready for me.

I gently flicked over it with my tongue, and she squeals, her whole body tensing. She’s so sensitive, so responsive.

Oh, I am so going to enjoy this.

I experiment a little longer, finding a rhythm that has her making those delicious noises over and over again, then use my hands to hold her open for me.

And I feast.

Hazel

Oh my god, he’s going to kill me. He’s playing with me, I can tell, and it’s making me desperate, chasing the release he’s holding just outside of my reach.

I’m dying for more, moving against him, trying to press myself deeper into his face while he holds me in place for his pleasure, and I can feel his sounds of satisfaction vibrate through me.

Every time he goes over my clit, I see stars, and I feel myself rocking into him when he dips his tongue down into my opening, slowly fucking me with it.

I need him so badly. I need to come. I can’t even ask.

Words no longer exist to me. I whine when he slows his ministrations, pulling away slightly, but I stop, holding my breath when I feel the tip of one of his fingers slip in, testing me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I begin to chant, “Please, Beck, please make me come.”

“You wanna come on my fingers, baby?” He lifts his head enough that I can see the shine of my arousal covering his stubble, and my insides flutter at the sight, desperate to be filled. His grin widens as he feels the evidence of how much I need him around his fingers. “I need words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, please, your fingers.” I am so beyond caring how he makes me come, I just need him.

My nerve endings all electrify as he pushes the digit into me, sending me spiralling, and my head falls back onto the pillow.

When he’s finally worked his finger fully inside of me, he begins to pump slowly, teasingly.

Beck lowers his head back down to tease my clit, not enough to come, only enough to get me right to the edge, teetering.

My hips are moving on their own, I hear noises I didn’t even realize I could make.

I can no longer keep still, trying everything I can to get him to push me over that edge, feeling that cool rush coming up from my toes to fill me.

Then, instead of flicking my clit, he pulls it into his mouth and sucks on it, pulling hard as his finger begins to curl against that one spot inside me I can never seem to reach, and I shatter with a scream, feeling my orgasm drown me.

Pure bliss fills my bones. I’m not entirely sure my soul is in my body when I come back down to earth to find that Beck is in no way done with me.

He continues to gently lick my oversensitive flesh as I come down, panting, and I barely give him a second of warning before I grab his head and yank him up to kiss me.

I moan as I taste myself on his tongue, melting when he takes control of our kiss, deepening it and taking what he wants. I would give him anything right now.

“Please, Beck,” I groan into his mouth, “I need to feel you.”

“I’m pretty sure you just did,” he replies as his hands dig into my hips, hard enough that I know I’ll feel it tomorrow, and I can feel his erection pressing right into my centre.

“I need you to fuck me, Beck,” I beg, and his eyes darken.

I put my hands to the waistband of his boxers and push them down, freeing him.

He kicks them off and I take his cock in my hand, dragging it through the mess he’s made of me, watching him shudder now that it’s my turn to tease.

He feels bigger in my hand than I had thought before.

I slowly run my fingers along the underside of him.

“Condom?” he asks, his voice husky.

“I have an IUD, and I got tested after…” He cuts me off with a kiss, clearly not wanting me to think about anything other than this moment. Nothing other than him.

“I’m clean too, baby. This okay?” he urges, thrusting towards me a little, and I nod, not wanting to think anymore, and I line him up with my entrance.

Fuck, I was right, he’s thick. I try to relax around him as he pushes into me, but it draws a whimper from me all the same.

I knew he would feel like more from when I had him in my mouth, tormenting him, but this is a whole new way of feeling him.

He wraps his arm under my knee, opening me up more to him .

“Fuck, I don’t know if you’re going to get in much further, please fuck me,” I plead deliriously.

“Just relax, pretty girl, I’ve got you. You’re doing so well.” He presses his head into my neck, sucking on the spot where it meets my shoulder, his hand coming up to pluck my nipple, and I whine loudly, relaxing enough for him to fully seat himself.

Too full, too full! Shouts a voice in the back of my head. I can’t make him stop now, and I won’t. I can only feel what he gives me. I let go, unable to ask for what I need, knowing he’ll give it to me, anyway.

He groans and starts to slowly withdraw, watching where we’re joined, enraptured, only to press right back into me, barely fucking me, teasing me with his cock.

I bring my other leg back up around him, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts as they become more eager, more earnest. I’m so full, so overwhelmed I can barely speak, trying to breathe through everything he’s doing to my body

“You feel so good, Hazel. Fuck, your pussy is so perfect,” he says into my neck, increasing his pace. All I can do is hang on. “You take me so fucking good baby, taking my cock all the way in. God, your pussy was made for me.”

I feel a fresh gush of arousal and he growls, moving from my neck to kiss me again, fucking my mouth with his tongue like he is with his cock. Every dirty word, every movement only builds my impending release.

“Yeah, that’s it, take it, pretty girl, you’re going to take what I give you.” He picks up his pace, pounding into me now, and I can feel fresh release building. The sounds I’m making are incoherent now, half wordless moans, half pleas to not stop.

“You came around my fingers, now you’re going to come on my cock,” he says, pulling away to hover over me.

“I can’t…” I say, words breaking with every one of his thrusts.

“Yes, you can, baby, you’re going to come on my cock because you’re my good girl, right? ”

“I can’t, I need…” I try to reach one hand between us, but he starts to fuck me that much harder.

“That’s my job, pretty girl.” Beck reaches down where we’re joined to press down hard on my clit.

For a second time, I scream his name, the orgasm that had felt so far away rushing up and taking me with it.

I feel my pussy spasm and grip around his cock.

He doesn’t relent, fucking me through my orgasm, keeping the same steady rhythm until I have been completely wrung out.

I feel almost drunk, my eyes hazy and a smile floating across my lips.

I’m practically limp with pleasure as he continues to move inside of me.

“You look so good like this, Hazel, coming on my cock for me.” He’s starting to lose breath, and I can tell he’s getting close as well. I purposefully clench around him, and he grits his teeth. “That’s how you’re going to play it?” he growls.

He lifts the leg he had in his arm over his shoulder, and my whole body bows towards him like an offering, head back and moaning as his pace becomes punishing. His rhythm starts to stutter, and he bucks forward, coming inside me with a shout, burying his head into my shoulder.

We both still, our breaths the only sound echoing in the room. That was fucking amazing.

“Holy shit, you’re incredible,” he says, still laying on me. I thought the weight would be crushing, but I never want him to move. I hum contentedly, stroking his back with my nails until he pushes himself up and pulls out of me, watching his cum drip out. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

My body is incapable of moving, only barely catching my breath as he walks into the ensuite to clean up.

I’m gathering the strength to get up when he returns, still naked, with a wet cloth.

I can’t stop staring at him. I had been so caught up in the moment, this is my chance to ogle and appreciate the display he’s put on just for me.

The sprinkling of chest hair, he’s clearly very strong without being overly muscular, I can see some definition in his abs, and when I look down between his legs…

I can’t believe that thing fit inside of me .

“Oh, I didn’t realize we were in a romance novel,” I tease as he slowly wipes in between my legs, wincing at how sensitive I am.

“Ha, ha,” he says mockingly, then notices my reaction, “Was it too much?” The concern on his face is sweet, and I reach up to brush my fingers along his cheek.

“It was perfect.” I lean up and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Will you stay tonight?” he asks against my mouth, suddenly nervous, like he hadn’t just been inside of me.

“I don’t exactly have clothes to sleep in…” I trail off. I don’t want to assume he’s a sharer.

Although he’s definitely a giver…

He raises an eyebrow at me and walks over to the dresser, pulling out a large shirt and some clean boxers. He places the boxers on the bed and holds the shirt out to me.

“Lift,” he says, and I obediently do so he can pull his shirt over me, then he wraps me up in his arms and kisses me again. I’m going to be addicted to Beck’s kisses soon, and I think it’s going to be a very, very good thing.

“You look good in my clothes, sugar,” he says in a low voice. Not knowing how to respond to that level of sweetness, I place one last, chaste kiss to his lips, and move to put on the boxers as he gets himself ready for bed.

We’re both quiet as we crawl under the covers, and when we’re laying down, Beck drapes an arm over me, cuddling me to him.

“Goodnight, pretty girl,” is the last thing I hear before exhaustion takes me and I fall into a dreamless sleep.