Page 82 of Forever Always

Becks just laughed. “We could go in the bedroom, ya know.”

“Nah, no point. Couch is a piece of shit anyway.”

‘Course, it wasn’t really big enough for this, but I was gonna make it work. I climbed on top of Beckett.

He had to slide all the way down and one leg was completely off the couch. Good enough. I poured some lube onto my hands. One glance at Becks gave me permission to touch him, so I started to coat our dicks as he watched me curiously, not stopping me.

“I wanna try somethin’,” I told him, suddenly feeling a little unsure. Becks squeezed my ass.

“Whatever you want, butterfly.”

Once we were both covered in lube and as hard as we were gonna get, I shifted us around to be comfortable. Fuck, maybe we should go on the bed. But then Becks wrapped his big hand around both our dicks, jerkin’ them off at the same time.

“Oh, shit, baby. Becks.”

“This feels so fuckin’ good. Move, Ri. I wanna see what it feels like with you fuckin’ against my cock.”

Yes, please. I leaned down, bracing myself on Beck’s chest, and then started to move my hips.

It was immediate sensation overload, and it only got stronger as Becks bounced up to meet my thrusts.

My eyes practically rolled back into my head. “Becks, fuck. You feel so good. More. I need more.”

“So take it.”

Holy shit, gladly. My fingers pinched his nipple as I started to rock harder. Becks’s nails were biting into my ass. He pumped up, our skin smacking together obscenely.

“Becks, you’re—fuck. This is everything. I, it’s so much. So, so good.”

“I love feelin’ you like this, Ri.”

“Me too. I’ll never get enough of you, baby.”

He picked up the pace. “Me either.”

I was digging my nails into his pecs and we both left scratches and bruises on each other, but that was the point.

“I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Shit. Shit. Riley.”

Becks started to stagger, and his fist tightened even more.

“Holy fuck!” My orgasm hit me full throttle, and then we were both coming everywhere. Our poor couch. But honestly, I couldn’t care less. I’d figure out how to clean it later. For now, I just collapsed on Becks as he held me tight, his nose in my hair. Both of us were panting, out of breath.

“We probably ruined the cushion,” I muttered a few minutes later when we still hadn’t moved.

Becks shrugged. “We’ll clean it as much as we can and then flip it. Who fuckin’ cares?”

“True.” I tilted my head up to look at him. “Thanks, baby. I needed this.”

He rubbed my back. “Yeah, me too. It felt good to just forget for a little bit.”

“Yeah, it did. I wish we could always forget.”

Becks’s breath hitched. “Trust me, butterfly, that ain’t any better.”

I had nothing to say to that, so we just lay there until we were both too uncomfortable and went hand in hand to the shower.

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