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TWENTY-NINE

Beck

“ I want you.”

Three words I’d been dying to fucking hear.

I didn’t waste a second before I pulled Jolie into my arms, my mouth immediately devouring hers.

God, she tasted so good. There was a hint of whiskey on her tongue from what she’d been drinking at the pool, and the scent of the sun was on her skin, and there was a desperate, rabid, starving feeling coming from her body.

It was as though I’d spent hours bringing her to the edge and never letting her come. I could feel how much she was craving this, the longing in her fingers as she gripped me, the moaning in her breaths.

I pulled my mouth away just long enough to growl, “Open your door, Jolie.”

She handed me the key card, and the moment the lock freed, I lifted her into my arms and carried her inside, tossing her on the bed. While I stood at the end of the mattress, I spread her legs around me, holding her knees as I gazed across that perfect body.

She was in a red bikini with a men’s white button-down shirt that I assumed was to cover her up, but it was hiding almost nothing. Most of her body was on display. And the parts that weren’t—the triangles that wrapped over her pussy, ass, and tits—were thin and narrow, hinting at the spots beneath.

“When you put on this bikini and came down to the pool, did you think to yourself, I want Beck to see me in this ?” I traced around each tit.

“ I want Beck to look at me and fantasize about all the places he wants to slide his dick in ?” My fingers crawled down her stomach. “Don’t lie to me, Jolie.”

She ran her hands through her red locks, spreading the curls over the comforter. “Yes.”

I fucking knew it.

The two times she’d pranced around that goddamn pool deck, I could tell by the way she was shaking her ass that she wanted someone to look at her.

And that someone could only be me.

“You know, by wearing this, you let my entire team and the Whales staff and every man at the pool see you.”

“What was I supposed to wear? A one-piece? I don’t own one of those, Beck?—”

“That’s not the question I asked.”

She smiled. “Yes. I let them see me.”

I moved my hands to her thighs. “But this is mine, Jolie.” I focused on the bottom of her bikini, knowing under that fabric was a wet, hot, beautiful pussy.

I pulled at the strings on each side, the material falling open, making my dick throb and my exhale come out in shudders.

“Do you know what it was like for me while I was in that pool, knowing any of those motherfuckers could be looking at you? And they were, trust me. I heard the comments.” And I’d wanted to rip every one of their faces off.

“But they were just looking.”

I let my shirt drop to the carpet. I did the same with my shorts, and I fisted my cock while I looked at her cunt, pumping my hard-on.

“They were doing more than just looking, Jolie. They were dreaming about putting their dick right here.” I swiped my finger through her wetness and stopped at the base of her pussy, sticking it all the way in and arching upward, earning the loudest moan.

“Do you know I want to knock out every single one of those bastards for having those thoughts?”

Her head was back, her mouth open as I fucked her with my finger.

“But it’s yours.” She began to rock against it. Meeting me. And the way she was getting wetter told me she wanted more. “They can look all they want. But they can’t touch, and they can’t have.”

“That’s what you think?” I pulled my hand away, and she gasped from the absence.

I leaned toward the edge of the bed and placed my face in front of her pussy.

“That they’re allowed to look at what’s mine?

” I wasn’t speaking directly to Jolie; I was whispering to her cunt.

“That they can fantasize about what’s mine? ”

“No.”

Happy with her answer, I gave her a lick. Just one. But it was a long one.

“Please, Beck.” Her legs fell open, as though giving me more room would up her chances of getting more tongue. “I need you.”

I chuckled.

Those words were as sexy as I want you .

“You’ve made me wait a long time to have this.”

“I know.” She glanced down, and our eyes locked. “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe I should make you wait just as long to get off.” I rubbed my nose over her clit, my skin soaked from the contact. I could tell she enjoyed the friction because she arched into it.

“ Mmm . You wouldn’t dare.”

“But I would.” I gave her some of my tongue, and I pulled it away, showing her just what she’d been doing to me over the last few weeks.

Goading, teasing—it had been fucking endless.

But the taste of her was just so good; it was as much of a punishment to her as it was to me.

“The problem is, I need you just as badly.” I was smiling as I smelled her.

That was what her scent did to me. It made my dick harder than stone, and it put a goddamn grin on my lips.

“Jolie …” I kissed her clit. “Baby, don’t ever give this pussy to anyone but me. ”

Her moans rang in my ears as I licked upward, stopping at that highest peak, flicking it horizontally with my tongue as my finger slipped right in. I continuously changed up the motion of my mouth, switching from licking to sucking, assessing which she needed the most.

And my hand twisted, turned, and with each plunge, I heard, “Yes!”

God, I’d missed this.

The feel of her on my lips.

The taste of her on my tongue.

The sounds of her nearing an orgasm.

Like she was doing now.

When I knew she was on the verge of having one, her legs shaking, her hips bumping up and down, her breathing becoming faster, I pulled back and earned myself an, “Ah!”

She stared down at me, her hair wild, her lips ravenous.

“Are you trying to kill me?” She waited. “Seriously though … or maybe you’re really trying to torture me.”

I got up from the edge of the mattress. “I know how close you were. Don’t forget, I know your body well.

” I grabbed her ankles and rolled her onto her stomach.

“You’re going to come. Don’t you worry.” I lifted her ass to get her onto her knees and into doggy style, my palm gliding down the center of her back as my tip found her pussy.

“But when you come, instead of feeling it on my tongue, I want to feel it on my dick.”

I gave her one slow thrust. A reminder of what she’d been denying me and a promise of what was to come. “ Fuuuck .”

“Beck!”

There was nothing that felt better than this.

It was impossible.

“You like that?” I knew she did. I just wanted the satisfaction of hearing her confirm it with words instead of sounds.

“Yes!”

“Do you want more?”

She looked at me from over her shoulder. “Please! Now!” She backed up, trying to hurry me. “Harder!”

That begging. Why was it so fucking sexy?

I held on to her waist, using it to steer me, only going in as far as my crown. From there, I didn’t move any further; I just pulsed. But dipping in those few inches was so powerful, almost enough to get me off.

My head fell back as each mini-stroke sucked the end of me, working me closer.

“Damn!” And when I couldn’t hold off anymore, I thrust all the way in.

“How are you so tight?” I placed my left foot on the bed while the other stayed on the floor, and as I pounded into her, my balls banged against her. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes,” she cried. “More!”

Her upper body lowered to the mattress so her ass could point up higher in the air, and her legs spread further apart. What that did was give me all access, and I took it, ramping up the pace, my hands wandering over her body since I didn’t have to hold any of her weight.

The first thing I did was pull each nipple.

“ Wooow ,” she hummed.

I wanted her to feel the pain of the tug and the pleasure of me rubbing it after.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered.

I’d slowed, this time because I knew she was nearing an orgasm.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to give her one.

I wanted her fucking screams to fill my ears.

I wanted her shuddering on my dick. But what I also wanted was for it to be the most intense one she’d ever had.

To make that happen, I needed her body overwhelmingly worked up.

I needed her so goddamn desperate that she’d be willing to do anything to get off.

And she was almost there.

So, I pulled out and grabbed her from behind, moving her with me to the end of the bed. As I sat on the very edge with my feet on the floor, I set her on my lap, facing away from me.

“Another one I’ve never tried.” She was lifting herself up to put her pussy on the tip of my dick. Once it was in, she moaned as she sank down my entire shaft. “My God. Each position feels so different, and this one …” She took a loud breath. “This one is wildly perfect.”

I reached around her and rubbed her clit.

“ Ohhh shit, Beck.”

I knew it was only a matter of seconds before she came.

Her clit was already hard, her wetness thickening.

But having her like this meant we could move together, and with her back against my chest, every part of her body was easily within reach.

I wrapped an arm across her chest, pinching her nipple, and with my other hand on her clit, I rocked forward.

“Argh!” she shouted.

I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, releasing it to moan, “I’m going to come in you.”

“I want you to.” She turned her face to the side, giving me her cheek. “I need you to.”

I gave her several more pumps before I ordered, “Balance your feet on my thighs.”

She did as instructed, and it set her a little higher in the air, allowing me to drive in harder and punch even deeper.

“You get one finger, Jolie. When you come, do you want that finger on your clit? Or do you want it in your ass?”

“Ah!” She was lost. I could tell by every sound she was making.

So, I grazed her nipple, urging a response from her, and said, “Tell me.”

“My ass.”

Good fucking choice.

I rotated my hand around the back, using some of the wetness from her pussy to coat my skin, and when she was on her way down to grind against my dick, my finger was there.

Waiting.

Ready.

And it skated right in, filling her ass the same way my dick was filling her pussy.

“Beck!” She immediately tightened around my shaft, and that ass—it was wet, and it was fucking needy.

“Are you ready to come?”

Her scream was her answer, and it was even louder than I’d anticipated.

With her body bucking against mine, both of her spots brimming with pressure and friction, it only took a few lunges before the tingles were setting into my balls.

“Jolie,” I hissed, “you’re going to fucking get it.”

“I want it!”

The speed and power I’d been reserving for this moment took over, my finger moving just as fast as my dick. And with each stroke, she was drawing me that much closer, pulling the cum toward my tip.

“That’s it.” My mouth was now behind her ear. “That’s fucking it.”

She was shouting my name, sucking in air, only to yell it again.

Those sounds, the feel of her, the desire that was burning through her and into me—I couldn’t hold off.

Her hips rocked up and down, giving me exactly what I needed, and I fucking lost it.

“Fuck! Me,” I roared, each movement causing the cum to shoot from my tip, our stomachs shuddering. “Jolie!”

She finally reached her peak and was on her way down, and after burying my dick a few more times, I joined her, emptied and still. Following some heavy breaths, I gently pulled out my finger, but I left my dick in, and I wrapped both arms around her.

“I feel half dead,” she panted.

I chuckled. “A shower will fix that.”

“I can’t believe I was doing everything to stop this from happening.” She rested her head in the crook of my neck. “I wanted this more than you can even understand. But I avoided it because I knew what would happen.”

I kissed her hair. “What would happen?”

“The second I gave in, I’d have to admit, to you and myself, how much I truly care about you.”

I let out a deep groan of approval.

She was giving me everything I wanted.

But there was a time to have that talk, and it wasn’t now.

“Let’s save that conversation for the morning.”

“What do you plan on doing with me until then?”

My teeth went to her neck, and I gave it a tender bite. “You mean, what I am going to do to you, which is make sure you don’t leave this bed.”