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FIFTEEN

Beck

A s Jolie stood at my kitchen counter, watching me walk toward her with two glasses—a whiskey sour for her, a bourbon for me—I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

She looked so tiny in front of my massive island, under ceilings that were well over twenty feet high.

At six feet, three inches tall, I towered over her, giving me the perfect view to take her in.

A black dress that hugged every one of her curves.

Curves that I knew intimately.

Curves that had only gotten sexier since I’d met her.

And a dress I wanted to fucking rip off her.

Even though her body got lost in a space that was so massive, her presence screamed across my house. I could feel her when I went into my living room to pour us drinks at the bar. I could smell her as I returned to the kitchen.

She was electric. Consuming. She had a sensuality that came effortlessly to her, seducing me with a mere blink of her gorgeous light-blue eyes.

“For you.” I set the whiskey in front of her, and she immediately reached for it, gazing at me through her eyelashes. “More whiskey, less sour.”

“You remembered.”

I chuckled. “I remember everything about you.”

She took a drink. “I think Ginger was a little taken aback that you knew her name.”

“She’s going to be even more taken aback when the manager of Musik lets her know I’ve sent a car for her so I know she gets home safely.”

Jolie’s brows lifted, and her mouth dropped open. “You did that?”

“Of course I did. She’s your best friend. And I recalled her name because you’d spoken about her often.” I held the bourbon near my mouth, but I didn’t take a sip.

“But that was so long ago.”

“Not long enough to forget.” I set the glass down, tired of holding it, and I stretched my arm across the space between us, my fingers landing on the side of her neck, two of them split just wide enough to hug her ear. “Graduated and free. A period of your life I’ve thought about many times.”

“Why?”

“Why …” I let my head drop. When it came to her, the honesty was always present. It flowed right out of my mouth. She wasn’t the exception to every rule. Because when it came to women, I didn’t hold on to them long enough to set rules. “I wondered if freedom would change things between us.”

“You mean, would it bring us closer?”

I nodded. “I assumed, when you got to that point, there would be instances when you could work from home. My house could become that home.”

She huffed, “Beck …”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it at some point.”

“Oh, I did.” She moved the glass between her hands and flattened both palms on the quartz. “I definitely thought about it. I wished for it to come true. It just … didn’t. We went silent instead.”

My hand slid back a little, moving beneath her chin. “When do you leave to go back to Boston?”

“I …”

Both of her hands surrounded the glass this time, and as she brought it up to her lips, I moved behind her, the urge to hold her becoming too strong to fight.

While she was swallowing the drink, I positioned her just the way I wanted her.

And as she set down the empty glass, I folded my arms over her chest.

“Jolie …”

Her eyes closed when my lips went to her cheek. Her mouth parted when I pressed our bodies together. She let out a small moan when I ground my hard-on against her ass.

My lips were now on the shell of her ear. “I’m going to fucking lick your entire body, and once I’ve covered every inch of your skin, I’m going to give you what you love.”

She was pushing her ass against me, her back so tightly aligned with my chest that there wasn’t even air between us. “Do you remember what that was?”

“Your tongue …”

I took her earlobe into my mouth and nibbled the end, my hand moving under her dress until my finger could slide through the slickness between her legs. A wetness so thick that I would have thought my mouth had just left her.

“Yes. It’s going right on your cunt. And I’m going to lick you until I get so many orgasms out of you that you feel like you can’t come anymore.”

She leaned her head back against me, and I clasped the bottom of her neck.

“But first …” I hiked up her dress, past her thighs and over her ass, releasing it to cling to her waist. I then lowered her thong, pushing until it was around her heels. “I need to be inside you.”

“And I need that—right now.”

She turned around, stepping out of her thong, and began to unbutton my shirt, peeling it down my arms. Once that fell to the floor, she was unclasping my belt, unhooking the button of my jeans, and lowering the zipper, pumping my dick the second it sprang free from my boxer briefs.

“You’ve missed my dick, haven’t you?”

She looked feral as she glanced at my hard-on, her tongue jutting out a little before she said, “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

Her words hit.

And then they slashed across me again.

“Jolie, it’s been two years and nine months.” A number that had been reconfirmed when she said it at the club.

“I know.”

I touched the front of her cunt, and she gasped. It was just a quick swipe of my thumb across her clit, and she reacted as if I had sucked it into my mouth and was flicking it relentlessly.

Oh, she fucking needed this.

And she needed it badly.

“Why did you wait?”

She shook her head. “Anyone I met … they weren’t you. And I just got this feeling that if I let them in, they wouldn’t treat me the way you had, so I didn’t let them in. I didn’t even let anyone get close.”

All this time—and her pussy was still mine.

Neglected.

Untouched.

Waiting for me.

I was petting her, stroking just the outside of her sweetness and dipping to where I was about to stick my cock in. “You were saving this for me.”

“But I didn’t know this was ever going to happen.”

I backed her up until she was against the waterfall side of the island and spread my arms out, my hands landing on the edge of the quartz on either side of her. “What do you want, Jolie? Tell me. I’ll give you anything right now.”

“You mean … sexually?”

As much as I wanted to fuck her, if she needed my mouth, I would give her that first.

“Yes.”

Her hand went to my lips, crawling across them with her fingertips. “This—I want after.” With her palm, she rubbed around my tip, spreading my pre-cum over her skin. “This”—she stroked me even harder—“I want now.”

I didn’t bother to take off my shoes or my pants. I just put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her face toward me, capturing her lips, parting them enough to fit in my tongue.

That flavor.

I could almost taste how much she desired me.

I could certainly hear it since each of her breaths ended in a moan.

“I need you.” Those were the words I growled across her mouth when I separated us.

With my hands on her hips, I turned her around to face the counter, making sure she was holding on so my thrusts wouldn’t send her across the stone.

“I just want to feel how fucking wet you are. I’ll put on a condom in a second. ”

My tip wedged between the cheeks of her ass and lowered until I hit that spot.

The one that was dripping.

The one that was goading me to slide inside.

She wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling the front of me down, my cheek now next to hers. “I have an IUD, Beck.”

Birth control.

We’d be double protected.

But still, I had to ask, “What are you saying to me …”

“You don’t need that condom. Unless you insist on wearing one or there’s a reason you feel you should.”

She was giving her pussy to me.

Bare.

And even though she hadn’t said this specifically, she was giving me permission to come inside her.

“Don’t fucking tease me.” I took a bite of her neck, arching my hips upward so just my crown was pushing through.

“I’m not.”

My teeth released her. “You’re telling me I can have it all?”

She pushed into me, and what that did was sink every inch of my dick inside her. “Yes.”

“Shit,” I hissed as the feeling took hold of me. “You dirty, dirty fucking girl.”

“Ah!” Her nails were stabbing my skull, her body bouncing over my shaft—not all the way, just small pumps that gave her several inches of friction. “Please. I need it. I need to come—” The way I reared back cut off her voice, and the way I drove in caused her to fucking scream, “Beck!”

“You’re even tighter than I remember.”

Her pussy was like a goddamn vacuum, and with each thrust, it was begging for my cum. That feeling alone would get me off quicker than I wanted, but when combined with her wetness and heat, it was too fucking much.

Jolie wasn’t just the perfect woman.

She was the perfect woman with the most incredible cunt.

“Do you know what that tightness is doing to me?” My mouth moved to the side of her neck, her nest of wild red hair covering most of my face. “Do you know how badly I want to fill you with my cum?”

“Please!” Her hands lifted off the counter and slapped back down. “I want that.” She drew in some air. “I so want that.”

Through her dress and bra, I tugged on her nipple, earning a moan that was the loudest one so far, and I continued down her body until my hand was on her pussy. With two fingers, I rubbed her clit, feeling it dampen and harden.

And with each rotation, she started with an, “ Ahhh ,” and exhaled with an, “ Ohhh .”

My movements were turning sharper because she was narrowing in around me. Because she was moving with me. Because her body was giving me every sign that she wanted me to come.

And I was doing everything I could to hold it off.

“Baby, you need to slow down,” I warned.

“No. I want this.”

“But I’m going to fucking fill you.”

“You’d better.”

My forehead rested on her cheek, my mouth on her shoulder, and I arched upward, aiming for her G-spot. “Was that a demand I just heard?”

“Yes!”

I knew when I hit that special spot because she jumped—not out of pain, but out of pleasure. And instead of increasing my speed, I upped my power, pounding her pussy with an intensity she hadn’t yet experienced tonight.