Page 48 of Forever Always

His eyes twinkled, and I didn’t know if I wanted to smack that smirk off his face or kiss it.

“But in all the right ways, right, butterfly?”

“Y-yeah,” I stammered as he pulled my pants down and my cock sprung to life, bouncing against my stomach.

Becks shifted, and finally I could see a nice bulge forming in his underwear. I was desperate to get my hands on it. And my mouth. But I wasn’t sure how Becks would feel about it.

I was having a hard time figuring out where Becks was struggling with this, and I didn’t like it. I couldn’t help him or ease his mind if I had no idea what triggered him.

It seemed like a bad idea to ask right now, and even the thought of it completely left my mind as his thumb ran across my slit.

“Beeeccks, fuck, warn a guy.”

He just grinned and did it again. “You’re drippin’ everywhere.”

I shot him a dirty look. “Yeah cause you’re turnin’ me the fuck on. That’s what happens.”

He looked at me, seeming a little unsure. “I-I want to taste it. Taste you.”

Yes, fuckin’ please. I nodded eagerly, trying to make it as clear as possible I was all the way on board with this plan.

“Yeah. Yes, Becks. Please.” But then I remembered his face when I’d mentioned it the other day. “Are you sure though? No pressure. I may be horny as fuck, but I have control.” And my fist had worked just fine so far. It would be hard now that I’d gotten a small taste of how things could be with Becks, but I’d manage fine.

Becks’s whole face softened, the tension in his shoulders melted away immediately. Then he was lying on top of me and kissed me like he owned me.

Which, yes, I was down for. But I was also learning that maybe I liked a little control in bed, so after about 1.2 seconds of letting him be in charge of the kiss, my fingers found his hair and tightened in the long part on top before fighting him for control. He relented almost immediately.

Kissin’ Becks was better than I could’ve ever imagined. Every time was sweeter than the last. When his hips stuttered, and I could feel his bulge rub against mine? Yeah, that was the fuckin’ best.

Finally, he pulled off and we both stared at each other, breathless and punch drunk. I rubbed a little saliva away with my thumb.

“Not that I’m complainin’, but what was that for?”

Becks pecked my lips. “It was just . . . Fuck, butterfly, you’re perfect.”

I scrunched my face in confusion. “I’m not followin’.”

He shrugged, frustrated. “It don’t matter. Just, yes, I’m sure. I know it’s weird. Doin’ this stuff should bother me more, right? Bring back memories. But it’s the opposite. For some reason whenever I imagine you sucking me, all I can see is what happened then, but it’s you . . .” He choked on the words.

He squeezed his eyes shut. I cupped his face. “Baby, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain it. If you’re still up for it and wanna suck my dick or whatever you were plannin’, both me and my dick are still very much down. If not, that’s fine too. Whatever, Becks. I wasn’t lyin’ when I said just being with you was enough.”

His lips wrapped around my tip. There was a moment where neither of us moved. Beckett seemed to be testing the waters, just to make sure he was good, and I was afraid to do anything to upset it. I stayed as still as possible, barely breathing. He relaxed and opened up his mouth, taking more of me in.

I rested my hands lightly on Becks’s back. I didn’t want to freak him out but needed to touch him some way.

After a few tentative movements, Becks went all in, giving me the best blow job of my life. Okay, it was my only blow job, but I just fuckin’ knew it would be the best because it was him. He kept doing this thing where he flicked his tongue along the underside of my dick and every time had me squirting more precum. He kept inching down millimeter by millimeter in the most excruciating beautiful torture until he took me in nearly all the way.

Becks pulled back, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were glassy and his lips were swollen as he watched me. “You taste so fuckin’ good, butterfly. You’re driving me crazy.”

Then he was sucking the life outta me again.

“Becks! Holy shit, that mouth. You’re killin’ me. So, so good.” He shivered at the praise, and wasn’t that interestin’? “Becks, I’m gonna come!”

He gave a few more thrusts with his mouth before popping off. I didn’t have a second to breathe before his lips wrapped around my balls.

I never even considered how good that would feel, but it was amazing. I loved it almost as much as when he played with my nipples.

I wanted so badly to return the favor, but I could only hope that one day soon, Becks would feel safe enough to trust me with that. Until then, I’d be selfish and enjoy the fuck outta this and what was about to be the best orgasm, I could just tell.

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