Page 52 of Suddenly Beck

I reach for the edge of his t-shirt and skim it up his body. He lifts his arms without hesitation, and I toss it across the room not caring where it lands. My hands skim over his shoulders and slowly down the length of his arms until my fingers tangle with his. Lifting his hands, I wrap them around the back of my neck, so his body arches into a sexy curve as I press my lips into the crook of his neck and kiss him softly.

‘Beck,’ he whispers as his head falls back against my shoulder in surrender, and the throaty sound of my name gasped from his lips makes my balls tighten.

I trail my hands down the sinuous curve of his body, my fingertips skimming his warm skin and mapping the topography of his body as if I was sculpting him reverently from clay. He’s so beautiful. His body is lean and taut, slim and graceful almost like a dancer. I want to paint him and sketch him, committing every line and curve of his body to every single medium there is.

I watch our reflections in the mirror, seeing the flush of pleasure bloom across his skin as I stroke the length of his torso, tracing the ‘V’ of his hips above the low ride of his jeans before skimming back up to tease his nipples into hard peaks.

‘Beck, please,’ he groans as he turns his head searching blindly for my lips.

I kiss him slowly and lazily, sucking on his tongue, his arms still wrapped around the back of my neck as he grips my hair. Unable to help myself, I grind my cock against his arse, and he releases my mouth with a hiss of need.

‘Nat,’ I breathe, my breath hot against his ear. ‘Look...’ I stare at our reflections. ‘I want you to watch what I’m going to do to you.’

He stares into the mirror as I slide my hands down his sleek skin to the buttons on his jeans. I pop the first one and pause, then the second, his breathing speeding up and his pupils dilating. The third button pops, and the sound is loud in the silence of the room eclipsed only by the clatter of rain and our heavy breathing. Finally, I pop the last button, opening his fly fully as his stiff dick bulges through the gap, restrained by the taut fabric of his boxer briefs.

I slide my fingers slowly under the waistband and hook the material over his cock, revealing the thick wet blushing head. I can feel myself pant harshly, my own dick throbbing as I peel his jeans and boxers over his slim hips, but I don’t push them down completely, instead I leave them nestled just below his heavy weeping cock and tight balls. Displaying him intimately for both of our pleasure.

Nat’s cheeks flush darkly as he bites his lip, his eyes downcast, and I realise this is the first time he’s allowed anyone to stare so blatantly at his naked cock.

‘Look at you,’ I mutter, my voice low and hoarse. ‘Such a fucking gorgeous cock.’ I swallow hard. ‘Jesus, Nat, you’re hung.’

I skim one solitary fingertip down the length of his dick, barely grazing the hot tight skin. Nat’s panting loudly now, and he draws in a sharp breath as his cock twitches, and I grasp his balls, giving a firm tug, before wrapping my fist around the base of his cock squeezing tightly to stop him from coming. He cries out sharply and falls forward, bracing his palms against the mirror, his breath steaming the cool glass as it puffs out in desperate gasps.

‘No,’ I rumble against his ear. ‘You’re not coming until I say so. You’ve waited too long for this for me to cheat you out of a single second of pleasure.’

He doesn’t speak, but his fevered body shudders against me, his forehead pressed to the glass as he takes deep measured breaths. I skim soft, tender kisses across his shoulders as he takes a moment to calm his body, but I’m not in a much better state. My cock is hard and throbbing, and he only needs to look at me the wrong way and I’m going come all over the swell of his arse cheeks peeking above his slack jeans.

‘Nat,’ I whisper as he stares at my large fist wrapped around his cock, and a bead of moisture gathers at the tip.

I stroke him slowly, gliding leisurely along the length of his beautiful cock, feeling the hot silky skin against my palm, twisting teasingly at the crown until he moans loudly, his gaze fixed on my hand.

‘Do you like watching?’ I whisper hotly against his temple, noting the flags of colour across his cheekbones. ‘Do you like watching my hand wrapped around your dick?’

‘Yes,’ he pants. ‘God, it’s so fucking hot.’

I trace my finger across the flared, swollen head gathering up the precum, letting him watch as I lift my finger to my mouth and taste him.

‘Mmm.’ I smile slowly. ‘You taste delicious.’

His lip’s part, and his eyes darken. Taking his hand, I guide him over to the sofa, pushing him down onto his back before leaning in and taking his mouth, letting him sample the flavour of himself on my tongue. I trail my lips down his throat, feeling the burn of the coarse hair against my tender lips. Skimming over his Adam’s apple, I suck gently as he moans and helplessly thrusts his hips at me.

I continue my journey down, licking his nipples and nipping at them as he grinds his leaking cock against my abs in a wet glide. Unable to stand it any longer, I slide down, my breath hot and panting against his cock. I glance up at him, and our eyes lock, he bites his lower lip and gives the barest imperceivable nod of his head. Pressing my face into the crease of his groin, I inhale the delicious scent of him, nuzzling my face into his dark nest of pubes before taking the length of him in my mouth, swallowing him down as far as I can take him.

He cries out at the tight suction of my mouth, thrusting deeper into my throat as his hands tangle in my hair and grip tightly. I hum around his cock in encouragement, urging him on as he fucks deeply into my mouth. Fuck, I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I fucking love him pulling my hair and shoving his massive cock into my throat. I want to taste him, I want to taste his hot cum as it shoots across my tongue and hits the back of my throat, so I suck harder, plunging my swollen lips up and down the length of him.

‘No, wait,’ he gasps out, pulling my mouth free as I release his wet cock with a thin trail of spit still glistening from my lips.

‘What, baby?’ I pant. ‘Tell me what you want.’

‘I want to touch you,’ he breathes heavily. ‘I want us to come together.’

My eyes flare as I pull away from him abruptly, ripping his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving him completely naked and splayed out on the sofa. I stand, my cock jutting out, tenting my light grey sweatpants, which already have a damp patch from my wet cock. I shove them down my legs and climb onto the sofa as he spreads his legs, allowing me to settle between them. He reaches down, and we both groan when his hand wraps around my aching cock and strokes firmly, swirling around the sensitive head.

‘Fuck, Nat,’ I pant. ‘I’m not going to last.’

‘Me either,’ he hisses as I pump his cock roughly.

‘Beck,’ he groans.