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SEVEN

Beck

A raging hard-on was what caused my eyes to flick open, my heart immediately pounding as I recalled the dream I’d just had. The one that was all about Jolie’s lips. The way they parted for my dick, how deep her mouth bobbed down my shaft. How I came on the back of her tongue and she swallowed me.

Basically, a fucking recap of what had happened after we left the boat and got back to the hotel last night. She was so good at giving head that my brain didn’t want to let it go.

The room was still dark. I had no idea what time it was. I checked my phone, and I still had a couple of hours before my alarm would go off and I’d need to go to the airport.

In the meantime, there was no way, with my dick this stiff, I’d be able to go back to sleep.

And there was no way my dick was going to soften anytime soon.

Not when I was looking at the outline of Jolie’s naked body, fucking stroking my cock as I stared at her.

Her hair covered every inch of her pillow, and there was a faint hint of vanilla amber in the air.

Jesus, I was going to miss her taste.

Her smell.

And the feel of her skin, a kind of softness I’d never touched before.

I moved in closer, my tip brushing against the bareness of her ass, my hands reaching around her waist to hold her navel. As my crown teased her cheeks, my mouth went to her shoulder, kissing across the back of it and up to her ear.

That was when she started to stir. “ Mmm .” She reached behind her head, her fingers diving into my hair. “What time is it?”

“A little past three.”

“I was dreaming about you.”

I lifted her hair and kissed behind her neck. “Tell me about it.”

“You want to hear about my dream?”

I arched my hips forward, sending my cock toward her pussy.

I didn’t have a condom on—I would get one, but I needed this first. Just a little piece, enough to show me what I was missing by wearing one.

When my tip met her wetness, I moaned, “Fuck yes.” I lifted my hand to her tit, pinching the edge of her nipple.

She was pushing into me, her nails stabbing into my skull. “We were on the couch in the living room of this suite, and you put me on the back of it. You know, the hard wall part behind the pillows.”

I dropped her hair and began to kiss down the center of her back. “Keep going.”

“And you … spread my legs over it.”

My dick was so close to sliding into her; my pre-cum mixing with her wetness was like an invitation to thrust in. “What did I do to you on that couch, Jolie?”

“You got on your knees.”

My eyes closed as my hips gave one final push, and just the very end of me slipped in.

Once it did, my forehead pressed against her back, and I hissed air out of my nose.

The tightness was already there, her pussy sucking the end of me, causing my shaft to pulse.

It was taking every fucking ounce of willpower I had not to drive in the rest of my dick.

I pulled back and growled, “Tell me what I did while I was on my knees.”

“You know.”

She was getting more comfortable at voicing things compared to when we’d first met; however, she still took a little coaxing.

“I want to hear the words, Jolie.” As I kissed down the rest of her back, my body lowered. So did my hand, cupping the front of her pussy, my lips finally reaching her ass.

“You were licking me.”

I was gentle when I nibbled, but I still made sure she could feel the bite of my teeth across each of her cheeks. “Did I make you come?”

“Yes. It was amazing. I swear, there’s nothing like your mouth.”

I rolled her onto her back, separating her legs, and I knelt between them. “Is that what you want right now? For my mouth to make you come?”

Her knees stayed apart and bent. “Yes.”

“Ask for it.”

I got into position, wrapping my arms around the inside of her thighs, overexaggerating each exhale so they hit her clit.

Even though the room was too dark to see her eyes, I could sense them on me, her fingers gripping the hell out of my locks.

“Tell me, Jolie.”

“I want you to lick me.”

“Where?”

She used her other hand to point. But it wasn’t a single finger. She used three, holding them at the top of her cunt, giving it a little rub. “Right here. On my pussy.”

“Fuck yes, that’s what I want to hear.” I used my face to push her fingers away, clearing enough room for my mouth.

But I didn’t give it to her right away. I knew this was the last time I would do this, so I needed to make sure neither of us ever forgot it.

My nose went to her clit and sucked in as much of her aroma as I could breathe in, memorizing the scent.

“God, you smell so fucking good.” I dragged my nose down the rest of her pussy, coating it in her slickness, and when I reached the bottom, I stretched my body across the end of the bed and pulled her toward me.

Her legs tightened around my face, and I assumed she wanted to feel the roughness of my whiskers—something she’d certainly experienced a lot of over the last few days—but she said, “Can I keep you right here? Forever? Because I want to.”

Forever.

Fuck.

There would be another motherfucker who would one day lick her pussy. Whether I liked that thought or not, it didn’t matter.

I wasn’t in a place where I could make this work.

This wasn’t the right time.

Our scenario was … impossible.

And I wouldn’t even try to consider making it possible when I knew it would just hurt her in the end.

That was one thing I wouldn’t do—hurt her.

“You’ve owned this tongue since I first gave it to you. Trust me, it wants to stay right here.”

I rimmed her entrance, and the second my tongue left that spot on her pussy, my finger went inside, arching upward.

She rocked against the bed with each plunge.

But she needed more— and more was something I had a feeling she hadn’t ever gotten.

So, while I positioned my mouth over her clit, I took some of her wetness and spread it to her ass, massaging it around that hole.

“Have you ever been fingered here?”

“No.”

I smiled even though she couldn’t see me. “You’re about to.”

Before she could ask any questions or worry out loud if it was going to hurt, I gave her my tongue, knowing that was one hell of a distraction. Fuck, the woman dreamed about it.

“ Ohhh ,” she moaned. “Yes!”

And while I flicked the tip across her clit, I slowly and carefully worked my finger into her ass.

“Whoa.”

“Give it a second, it’ll feel a lot better.”

She was even narrower in here than in her pussy.

My dick wanted it; it wanted to be buried between those fucking cheeks.

More pre-cum leaked out as I thought of how it would feel.

But fucking a virgin ass—that was for someone who was going to tell her he loved her, not someone who was going to leave her in the morning.

When my finger was finally all the way in, I stayed there, holding steady, making sure she could handle this before I pumped both holes at the same time.

Because once I did that and mixed in the humming of my tongue, she wouldn’t last. She’d come almost immediately.

I didn’t want that yet. I wanted to stay in a little longer, so the soreness would be with her all day tomorrow, giving her a constant reminder of this moment.

Of me.

Of the way I fucking savored her cunt.

“You’re right. It does get better.” She twisted my hair and cried, “Don’t stop.”

My speed had decreased so much that she was getting only delicate swipes.

But the desperation in her voice made me say, “I’m not stopping, baby. I’m letting you get used to this first.”

Baby?

A response that surprised the shit out of me, but it felt so right as it rolled out of my mouth.

“Make me come, Beck.”

A demand she hadn’t ever given to me before.

Her confidence was building. So, how the fuck could I delay this and drag it out when she had the courage to ask for what she wanted?

I couldn’t.

I upped my pace again, my fingers gaining momentum, too, and I added pressure to the tip of her clit by sucking it into my mouth. I kept it in there with my teeth, a sweet bite that I knew wouldn’t cause her any pain, and once I had it secured in place, I licked the end of it.

As hard as I could.

And as fast.

“Oh my God!”

Her legs spread, giving me more access, and my teeth released her, my tongue then flattening against her whole clit, sweeping upward in a quick pattern while my fingers ground inside. Each lap made her hips buck, made her clench my skin, made her clit turn even harder.

Wetter.

“Beck!”

The sound I wanted to fucking hear.

But because I knew this was just the beginning of her climb, I gave her what she needed, and that was more pressure.

More friction.

More power.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Fuck!”

I watched the shadow of her body move over the bed, her shudders blasting against my face as I tasted the thickness that came from her.

“Ah!” Her legs didn’t stay apart; they caved in toward my face. When my beard hit her thighs, she screamed, “Oh, yes!”

My mouth didn’t slow, nor did my hand. I kept up the same speed, the one that had sent her over the edge, until I knew she was well past the peak and on her way down.

“Gah,” she cried.

That was when my movements turned tender, the intensity long gone, and I waited until I knew it was time to slow.

And become completely still.

“Beck … I can’t even think. Or talk. Or tell you what that just felt like …”

“You don’t have to. You showed me instead.”

While I kissed her clit, I eased my fingers out, my mouth staying there to press against each spot I’d touched tonight. And eventually, my lips moved to her stomach and chest, each of her nipples, before I made my way to her face.

“That was one,” I told her.

She was breathless. “One what?”

“One orgasm. You’re about to have three more.”

Even in the blackness of the room, I could see her eyes widen.

“From your mouth?”

I chuckled. “If that’s what you want.” I rubbed my tip against her clit, taking in that feeling once again, fucking torturing myself. “But I’m hoping at least one is from my dick.”

“I want that.” Her hands took hold of my shaft and began to pump. “Go get a condom. Right now.”

Traces of faint morning light were coming in through the blinds, showing hints of Jolie’s face and body as she lay, covered by the thin white sheet.

Where she had fallen asleep after her fourth orgasm, I’d stayed up.

Watching her. Listening to her breathe. And when it was time, I climbed out of bed and put the last of my things into my suitcase, rolling it to the door.

I didn’t like goodbyes, and since I didn’t know what ours would look like, I took a few minutes to write her a quick note. While I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at that unforgettable body, I reread the words I’d jotted down on one of the hotel’s notepads.

You looked far too beautiful and peaceful to wake up. When you read this, don’t rush out. The room is reserved until tomorrow morning—I extended it for you. Order breakfast, lunch, dinner—whatever you want, it’s on me.

I’m leaving my number. Use it. Or don’t. Just know, I’ll never forget these three nights.

—Beck

P.S. Since I fucked the Boston off you, I thought it was only fair to replace it with LA.

I glanced toward the bed again. The red of her hair was such a contrast to the white bedding. The shape of her ass, the arch of her back, the softness of her neck, even hidden—it was making me want to get back in and have one more taste.

But I forced myself to walk into the living room, setting the note on the table next to my LA Whales sweatshirt. I paused for a second—only a second—and wheeled my suitcase to the door. I left my key inside the suite and quietly shut the door behind me.

Unknown

Hey, it’s Jolie.

Me

Good morning, gorgeous.

Jolie

You’re gone. SOB.

Me

I just got to the plane.

Jolie

I can’t believe you left me your sweatshirt.

Me

I think you should wear it to the next Boston home game.

Jolie

You’re funny.

Me

I wasn’t joking.

Jolie

Listen, I want to thank you. I’ll never forget those three nights either—even if I’m going to have to get an extension on my paper that I was supposed to write and spend allll the hours at the office to get caught up, you were worth it.

If you ever find your way here again, you have my number.

Use it. Or don’t. Just know, I want you to.

Me

LOL. I hear you …

Jolie

Have a safe flight, Beck, and good luck at your game tonight.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Landon asked as he took the seat beside me, attempting to bypass the security screen on my phone and see what I was typing.

I shoved my cell into my pocket and reclined my seat, securing the headphones over my ears even though a song wasn’t playing. I’d muted it once Jolie’s text came through. But because there were multiple cameras on this plane—probably one pointed at me now—I wasn’t going to get into it with Landon.

This was a conversation for when we were alone.

“The redhead from the bar,” I whispered, blocking my lips with the back of my hand so they couldn’t be seen or read. “The one who stayed in my room.”

“You’ve got it bad for her, don’t you?” He kept his voice down—he knew what was at stake.

“Bad? No. But I had a hell of a time with her.”

He pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it a little. “So, you’re telling me it was worth going up to her and talking to her? Which means you’re happy you listened to me and I saved you from making one of the biggest mistakes of your life.” He waited. “Come on. Tell me I’m a genius.”

I punched his arm. “Asshole.”

“Let me fucking gloat for a second. You know I’m right.”

I shook my head while I looked at my friend. “All right, motherfucker. I’ll let you gloat, but only for a couple of seconds, and then I’m turning up my music and focusing on our upcoming game.”

He banged his head to a silent rhythm. “She was that good, wasn’t she?”

I held the back of my neck, my fingers meeting the stiffness of my starched shirt, my brain concentrating on only one thing—and that thing had nothing to do with our upcoming game. “Yeah, man, she was.”