Page 63 of Suddenly Beck

The laughter dies on his lips, and for a moment, there’s just the silence of the room stretching between us. He leans in and takes my mouth, the heat flaring to life between us. He doesn’t move to strip my clothes, instead he slides his hand, with those beautiful long, clever artists fingers into my boxers and grasps my cock, his fist tightly encircling me as he pumps up and down firmly.

I can’t help it, I cry out loudly, and he pulls his lips from mine, clamping his other hand over my mouth. Although we’re on the top floor, this is still a family friendly B&B, and the last thing I want is the other guests hearing me orgasm.

I fuck myself into his fist desperately, and my loud, obscene groans are muffled by his palm, and it’s so insanely hot. There’s something so carnal about being fully clothed with his hand shoved inside my boxers as wanks me roughly. His breath is hot against my ear as he pumps faster.

‘You like that?’ he growls. ‘I’m going to make you come so hard.’

I feel him rub his thumb over my sensitive head, twisting his hand and drawing another loud groan from my lips.

‘God,’ he pants heavily against my ear. ‘You’re so wet for me, baby. You’re soaked with precum. It’s making your cock so slippery.’

Fuck, I could come just from hearing him talk dirty, but his tight grip inside my boxers, the slickness of his fingers drenched in my precum, and the tightness of my balls is too much.

I cry out against his hand again. I’m so turned on, and the feel of him forcing me to be quiet so we’re not heard, the feel of him pumping my hard aching cock beneath my clothes, it all feels so fucking good. Why the hell did I wait so long? All those years ago I could have been experiencing this heady pleasure, and suddenly, I realise what he’s doing, what he’s giving me.

We’re writhing on the bed like horny teenagers, eager and desperate, stealing snatched moments and trying not to make a noise in case we’re caught. He’s giving me everything that I missed out on. Those first fumbling desperate and intense encounters as a teenager exploring their sexuality.

He could’ve taken me straight to bed days ago and fucked me, and I would’ve let him, but instead, he’s creating this little pocket of fantasy where I get to experience all the things I missed out on.

‘Yes,’ he hisses, as he feels the tension in my body reaching fever pitch. ‘Do it, come in your pants. I want to feel you lose control; I want you so desperate you can’t stop yourself from coming.’

His words and the tight grip of his fingers send me over the edge, and I arch, crying out loudly into his hand as my balls tighten painfully and I explode, sending intense pulses of cum spilling into his fingers and pooling in my underwear.

I’m panting hard, my heart thundering in my chest as he releases my mouth and presses a kiss to my parted lips. Sliding his hand from my boxers, he keeps his gaze locked on me, making sure I’m watching, as he licks my cum from his hand.

It’s so close to that very first fantasy I had of him that my spent dick actually twitches. He leans forward and drops a sweet kiss on my mouth, and I can taste myself on his lips.

‘I think we’ve traumatised Kermit,’ he whispers against my mouth, and I snort out a laugh.

‘Your turn.’ I reach for the steely bulge in his jeans.

‘Uh uh.’ He shakes his head with a smile. ‘This was for you.’ He kisses my lips lightly again. ‘Besides, we’re supposed to be at Mums in ten minutes.’

‘Shit,’ I curse, climbing off the bed and heading for the bathroom, when I stop and turn back to him laying on my bed, looking all flushed and turned on from touching me. ‘Later though?’ I ask, a little unsurely, still not entirely confident at this shift in our dynamic. ‘I want to touch you.’

His mouth curves. ‘Come home with me tonight.’

‘I’d like that.’ I bite my lips to hold back the pleased smile.

‘Besides.’ He winks. ‘At my place there’s no one to hear you scream.’

We’re ten minutes late by the time we make it to Mel’s, with Beck looking lazy and smug and me with beard burn on my freshly shaved chin and rather embarrassingly, a hickey where my neck meets my shoulder.

‘A lot of traffic was there?’ Ryan asks in amusement as his eyes drop to the bruise on my neck and then over to Beck.

I turn to look and find him smiling innocently as he shrugs. Bastard, he did that on purpose. He was marking his bloody territory.

My belly tightens at the thought of Beck claiming me as his. How would it feel to belong to him? And him to me? I feel my smile falter at the thought. No, this thing between us was just for the summer. He’s already said he doesn’t want a relationship, and I know that with what I’m feeling right now, it would be all too easy to tumble over into something neither of us was ready for. I need to keep tight control of my emotions and remind myself to just enjoy this for what it is.

His own smile dims as he studies me. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asks quietly.

I shake my head as Mel appears in the doorway. ‘Finally made it then?’ She rolls her eyes at the pair of us.

‘Sorry, Mel.’ I paste on a smile. ‘You know… traffic.’

I hear Ryan laugh loudly behind us as her gaze dips to my neck.

‘Yeah, sure it was.’ Her brows rise as she nods her head toward the living room. ‘You coming then?’