Page 69 of Suddenly Beck

He hovers nervously in the doorway, brushing the back of his calve with his other foot. ‘Um, is it alright for me to be here? I can go if you’d prefer some space.’

I realise I haven’t answered him, making him feel like he’s not welcome.

‘Come here, baby.’ I lift my hand to him, and he closes the door behind him and crosses the room, grasping my hand and dropping down on the sofa next to me, folding one leg under him as he faces me. ‘I want you here,’ I tell him sincerely.

‘Are you sure?’ he asks softly. ‘You seem…’ he gives a small shrug. ‘Distant tonight.’

‘I’m just in a weird headspace.’ I entangle his fingers with mine and stare down at our linked hands.

‘Talk to me,’ he whispers.

‘I honestly don’t even know how to put it into words. It’s a mess of jumbled thoughts.’ I sigh as my head drops back against the wall behind me. ‘I’m…’

‘A bit freaked out?’ he offers. ‘About how intense this thing is between us?’

I turn my head and stare at him.

‘You think you’re the only one who’s feeling overwhelmed?’ He shakes his head. ‘I’m just as confused as you are, Beck.’ His brow folds softly.

‘You are?’

He nods. ‘My brain keeps telling me this is just a fling, that it’s not serious, but when we’re together everything just feels… right.’

‘I know what you mean,’ I reply, removing the sketch pad from my lap and tossing it on the floor. ‘I want to be with you all the time, Nat,’ I murmur as I cup his face, tracing the sexy late-night stubble at his jaw with the pad of my thumb, feeling the rasp of the coarse hair against my skin. ‘I want to touch you all the time.’

‘Then touch me, Beck.’ He leans in closer and takes my mouth, and I groan. ‘Touch me,’ he whispers hoarsely between rough kisses.

‘Nat.’ I thrust my hands into his damp hair and pull his face closer to mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and tasting him as I pull his legs into my lap.

My heart is pounding as I slide my hand into the waistband of his sweatpants and grasp the hot silky length of him, stroking him maddeningly, soft and slow until he releases my mouth on a gasp and tilts his head back.

‘Please, Beck,’ he moans as I lick a slow winding trail down his throat and across his Adams apple. ‘Please,’ he pants again, and I know he needs more.

Parting his legs, I cup his balls, rolling them gently in my warm palms, kissing across his chest as he widens his legs further. Sliding my fingers further down I brush his taint, and softly tease his tight furled hole. I haven’t played with his arse yet, not even with my fingers. I was waiting until he was ready, until he was desperate for it.

I can feel the tension in his body, see the wet patch on the front of his sweatpants from his leaking cock. God, I’m so desperate to be inside him. I want him to feel the intense pleasure of my cock buried deep, riding that hot place inside him until he can’t see straight.

‘Beck, please.’ He pins me with those pale blue eyes, and the need in them shreds what’s left of my self-control. ‘I want you.’

‘Nat,’ I pant, feeling my own dick throbbing painfully.

‘I want you inside me,’ he whispers.

‘Get on your knees,’ I demand hoarsely stripping off his sweatpants, glad he’s not wearing boxers.

Fuck, his body is a work of art. He moves to his knees and leans over the arm of the sofa, presenting me with a gorgeous view of his arse. Standing up to retrieve a condom and lube from my pocket, I almost trip over in my haste to strip off my jeans. When I’m finally naked, I climb onto the sofa behind him, tossing the items onto a cushion as I run the flat of my palm down the sexy curve of his spine.

‘So damn beautiful,’ I mutter watching as my wet cock slides between his arse cheeks slowly, leaving a trail of moisture along his skin with my precum.

I lean forward, curving my slightly larger body protectively over him, pressing my chest to his back as I lick the curve of his ear, my dick sliding along his crease.

‘Is this what you want?’ I whisper in his ear. ‘Do you want me to stretch your tight little hole wide open and shove my dick inside you while you fuck my fist.’

He gasps wordlessly, and I feel another small gush of his precum wetting my fingers.

‘I think you do,’ I hum against the side of his face. ‘I think you want to be stuffed full of my dick.’

‘Beck, please,’ he moans, trying to grind his weeping cock against the arm of the sofa, but he can’t because I have such a tight grip on him.