Page 89 of Suddenly Beck

‘Now that we’re out of the water, I’m exhausted, and I just want to climb into bed and wrap Nat in my arms and sleep. He doesn’t have to be at Sully’s until this afternoon, and I think we’ve earned a lazy day, especially since the bay’s first festival of the sea is opening in a couple of days. For the next week, Nat is going to be busy with the restaurant, and I’ll barely get to see him.

We let ourselves into the cottage to the sound of silence as we left Ursula at my mum’s yesterday. I’m about to head toward the stairs when Nat grabs me and shoves me up against the wall, taking my mouth and plunging his tongue in. The heat shoots straight to my dick, and I’m helpless to do anything but moan and shove my fingers into his hair, tangling in the wild sea spray curls. He’s never usually this aggressive and it’s desperately turning me on. I feel him reach up and pull down the zip of my wetsuit, reaching inside and scraping his short nails over my sensitive nipples before pinching them.

Christ, my dick is throbbing inside the tight confines of my wetsuit, and I’ve gone from languorous and sleepy to painfully awake. Every nerve in my body jangling, attuned to this impossibly sexy man taking what he wants from my body.

‘Off.’ He yanks at the wetsuit.

Knowing there is no way to sexily peel your partner out of a wetsuit, we part and strip off. I almost stumble when he yanks his legs from his wetsuit and stands in front of me completely and gloriously naked. He always goes commando when he wears it, and it’s fucking sexy as hell. As for me, I prefer my signature speedos, which drive Nat wild.

I watch in satisfaction as his hot gaze lands on my hard dick trying to peek out of the top of the waistband of my blue speedos.

He growls, and it’s a shockingly erotic sound I haven’t heard from him before. He spins me around and pins me to the wall, shoving his hand inside my tiny swimsuit and fisting my cock tightly.

‘Fuck,’ I gasp out as he grabs my hair, pulling my head back and sinking his teeth into the juncture between my neck and shoulder, knowing damn well it’s one of the spots that drives me wild when he bites and sucks at it.

He peels my speedos over the swell of my arse, so they sit snugly below my buttocks, and there’s something so highly erotic about it, like he’s so desperate to touch me he can’t spare the time it takes to strip me completely.

I can feel the hot skin of his hard prick as he rocks against my crease, and Christ, I want to feel him inside me. The desire shocks me in its intensity. I’ve bottomed before, but not for a very long time, and even then, I only ever allowed one person to do that to me. All my casual hook ups since then I’ve taken the lead. I’ve not allowed myself to be vulnerable, but now I’m desperate for him to fuck me, and it’s scaring the hell out of me. If I hand him this control, if I give him this part of me and he leaves, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees behind me, yanking my pants down and spreading my arse cheeks as he swipes a hot wet stripe across my hole, and I cry out, my head thumping forward lightly against the wall as I lose control over my movements and find myself bending further, grinding my arse into his mouth as he begins to lick and suckle my tight puckered opening.

He fists my cock, and I rock harder into his grip, feeling the wet heaven of his mouth rimming my hole enthusiastically, grunting and moaning like he can’t get enough of the taste of me.

The need to bend over for him and let him fuck me with that gorgeous cock of his is almost overwhelming, but the blind panic eclipses the lust. I grab his hair pulling him back from my arse and spin around forcing him to release his grip on my dick.

I drag him to his feet, pulling him against me and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. ‘Upstairs, now!’ I growl against his wet swollen lips.

He scrambles to obey, his eyes almost blind with need. The second we’re in the bedroom, I push him down on the bed, face first into the pillows. I climb over him, straddling his hips so he can’t turn, my cock sliding between his gorgeous arse cheeks as he moans and grinds his leaking cock against the mattress desperately seeking relief.

I grab blindly for the lube, pouring it onto my fingers messily and tossing it away, I don’t even register the clatter as it rolls off the bed and hits the floor. I coat my dick, spreading his cheeks and fingering him open.

Groaning loudly when I feel his passage still damp with my cum from last night. Unable to hold back any longer, I line up the fat head of my dick with his beautiful tight little hole.

‘Do it!’ he pants, wriggling against me. ‘Please, Beck.’

I slide in, and he moans deeply into the pillow, and I start up a fast and desperate pace, neither of us are going to last long, and we both know it. He humps lewdly against the bed, grinding his dick into the sheets, and I fuck his arse with powerful strokes, angling so I hit his prostate dead on with every plunge.

He’s crying out loudly now, begging me to go faster, harder, to make him come. I slide my hand beneath him and feel the wetness coating my hand, he’s soaked with precum. Every time I batter his prostate, it milks another tiny squirt of liquid.

Suddenly, his fists grip the bedding tightly, and he screams into the pillow. Hot warmth floods my hand as he comes all over my palm and fingers. His passage clamps down tight and rips my orgasm from me so painfully I see stars as I come, endlessly pumping ropes of semen into his hot depths.

I collapse against him, breathing hard. For a long time, we don’t speak. We just lay wrecked in the devastation of the bed, limbs wrapped around each other and fingers tracing light, lazy shapes over every inch of exposed skin. The cool breeze ripples through the open bedroom window, dancing on the bright daylight and bringing with it the lazy scent of long summer days and hot summer nights, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget this exact moment, laying entwined with my lover, helplessly sated and replete.

‘Beck,’ Nat finally murmurs into the quiet. ‘Can I ask you something?’

I nod after a moment.

‘Have you ever bottomed before?’ he asks hesitantly.

I could lie, I could say no, I could tell him I don’t want to or that I don’t like it, but I don’t think I have it in me to lie to him.

‘Yes, I have,’ I reply.

‘And did you like it?’

‘Yes.’ I sigh, knowing the answer was going to damn me. ‘But I haven’t done it in a long time,’ I mutter.

He props himself up on one elbow and studies me, his face flushed from his orgasm and eyes warm.