Page 44 of Claiming Becca

Me: You can count down the minutes like I am. I’ll see you later. Be ready.

Shortcake: I’m already ready. Can’t wait!

I smirk and push my phone into my pocket. I still can’t believe it took us this long to act on these feelings that have been building up between us for years. We’re definitely making up for lost time.

When I get home, I see that Becca moved everything in the living room away from the walls and spread out plastic paper. Her back is to me, so I lean against the archway and watch her for a few minutes as she paints the walls.

She’s wearing short overalls with a tank top underneath, and her feet are bare. Her hair is piled on her head in a messy bun, and she’s bobbing along to the music blasting from the Bluetooth speaker on the coffee table.

She turns around to dip her paint roller in the tray and screams. A bark of laughter leaves my mouth at her expression, and she scowls at me.

“Holy shit!” she cries out. “You scared the hell out of me,” she accuses, pointing her paint roller at me. I lift my hands in surrender and walk toward her.

“Sorry. I had to admire the view.” I sweep my hand toward her.

She cocks her head at me with a calculating look on her face. “Don’t try to sweet talk me. You couldn’t have made some noise to let me know you were here?”

I shrug one shoulder, smirking at her. “Well, your facial expression was worth not saying anything,” I tease her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her to me. She gives me an almost sugary sweet smile before I feel the roller go from my head down my back and over my ass.

My mouth drops. “I can’t believe you just did that.” I eye the paint tray a couple of feet away, creating a plan in my head.

“That’s what you get for scaring me.”

“Hmmm…” I hum. I rub my lips along her cheek, keeping my eyes on the paint tray. Her eyes flutter closed, and I take that opportunity to twirl her around.

I lean down, put my hands in the paint, stand up quickly, and place my hands on her tits. Her eyes widen, and she squeals, glancing down at her chest and back up to me.

“You are dead!” she cries out as she whips the paint roller around, running it over my face. I throw my head back laughing, but that gives her time to grab a paintbrush she was using and run it down my shirt.

I glance down, then back up at her, and I guess the look in my eyes is feral because Becca turns around to run away. She gets a few feet away from me before I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her back to my chest.

“You are going to pay for that, Shortcake,” I tease her.

She laughs and squeals at the same time when I pluck the paintbrush out of her hand and run it down the side of her face, her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arm. She squirms enough that it pulls at the still tender spot in my abdomen, and I lose my grip on her. She drops to the ground and crawls between my legs. I turn around just in time to see her stand up, and then she wraps her arms around my neck and rubs paint all over my hair.

I wrap my arms around her waist again, pulling her in tight. She hesitates when she feels my hardness pressed against her stomach. My hands are covered in paint, but I don’t care. I grab her by the chin and hold her still as my mouth descends on hers. Playfulness turns into a hot, burning desire, and before I realize what we’re doing, I have her clothes off, and I’m pushing my jeans down my hips. I push her to the ground and crawl down her stomach.

“I can’t touch you with my fingers, but my tongue doesn’t have paint on it,” I say right before I suck her clit into my mouth. She cries out as her hands come to my head. I lick and suck, ensuring she’s wet and ready for me. She begins to grind her pussy against me and starts chanting my name over and over again. She claws at the ground as I work her into a frenzy.

“Oh, my god. Yes. Please don’t stop.” I spear her with my tongue, and her hips come up off the ground. “How is this so good?” she gasps, stroking my ego. I want to push my fingers in her but control myself.

I glance up at her body and love how beautiful she looks. Her chest is flushed, and her head is thrown back. Licking her over and over again, her legs begin to shake.

“Connor. Fuck,” she rasps out. I suck on her clit, and her whole body tightens as she locks her legs around my head. She comes with a shout. I lick and suck to extend her orgasm. She relaxes and pushes on my head when it becomes too much. Crawling up her body, I enter her in one fluid motion, and she arches her back. I grab her hands and put them over her head as I thrust into her.

“So good,” I moan against her neck. “I will never get enough of you,” I murmur against her ear. I kiss, suck, and lick her neck, shoulder; anywhere my lips can touch. She makes that noise in her throat that I love so much. I rub my hand down her arms, releasing her.

Her hands come up to my hair as she meets each thrust. “I love you, Shortcake,” I whisper against her collarbone. My eyes stay on her face as I say it. Her eyes fly open, and she looks up at me. Everything goes still. I stop moving and enjoy the tight, wet heat around me. My heart is pounding at my confession, but I need her to know. Her hand comes up to my cheek.

“Say it again,” she murmurs.

My lips tip up into a smile. “I love you.”

She leans up and kisses me deeply before pulling back. “I love you.” A tear slips out of the corner of her eye. I watch it trail down to her hairline. “I’ve loved you for so long.” She chokes out. I can’t hold still any longer, so I rock against her slightly. She gasps, but doesn’t look away from me.

“I think I’ve loved you since you stole our food,” I admit. She swallows, and her grip on me tightens. “I hate it took us this long,” I tell her as I rock into her. Our lovemaking has turned from a hot, burning desire to something soft and sweet. I’ve never felt anything like this. “I was so afraid it would ruin our friendship, but it’s only made it better.”

She nods in agreement, tears streaming from her eyes, so I lean down and kiss her eyes, cheeks, and forehead. I support myself with one hand and grab her leg, changing the position slightly. She groans as I begin to thrust hard. Her fingernails rake down my back as she meets each of my thrusts.

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