Page 87 of Forever Always

“Fuck, butterfly, I need you.”

Becks ‘s fingers were on the button of my jeans then, fumbling as he opened them. “Can I taste you?”

I nodded, not even sure what was going on, but if Becks wanted to touch me, who the fuck was I to stop him?

He yanked down my jeans and underwear enough to pull out my cock, and then suddenly Becks was on his knees in front of me.

I tugged on his hair, to stop him before he could lean forward. “Becks . . . are you sure?”

I’d seen those pictures. I knew how similar this must feel to him. As much as I loved the idea of getting a blow job, nothing was more important than Becks.

His eyes were shining with emotion as they met mine. “I’ve never been more sure in my life, Ri. I need this, sweetheart. Let me replace the memory.”

“O-okay.”

Becks didn’t move for a second. We just stared at each other, both lost in the moment, speaking without words.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I’m in love with you.” It felt important to make the distinction.

“I’m in love with you too.” Then, Beckett’s mouth was on my dick.

In the past, any time we’d played around, he’d always seemed to take his time, going slow and driving me crazy. This wasn’t that.

I didn’t know if it was cause we were in public and could get caught at any minute or if Becks just didn’t have the patience to go slow, but he had almost all of my length in his mouth at first swallow. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he pushed me farther into his mouth without gagging.

I was too scared to move. This was Beckett’s show. I kept my fingers in his hair, but I didn’t control the pace at all. It was so hard to keep my hips still, yet I somehow managed. My head banged against the wall, mouth open and my eyes rolled in the back of my head as I was swallowed whole. Becks’s nose practically touched my hair.

“Becks. Becks. Oh my god. Oh fuck, I feel you everywhere, baby. Feels so good.”

He started moving then, and I couldn’t control it anymore. My hips hitched up, burying me farther into his mouth. I froze, terrified I’d just fucked it up. Becks just opened his throat and started guiding my hips with his big hands.

Becks pulled off for a much-needed breath, a string of saliva hanging off his lips. “Move, butterfly. Fuck my throat.”

I almost asked him if he was sure, but I could see that he was. Fuck. Okay, I could do this. I fisted his hair tighter and pushed back into his mouth.

It was a little weird at first. I’d never actually done this and I wasn’t sure of the rhythm. I was also terrified of hurting Becks, but with his help, I started to get comfortable, and before I realized it, I was thrusting down his throat.

“Fuck, baby. I— This feels so good. I hope one day you’re comfortable enough to let me do this to you because fuck, Becks, you deserve to know how good this feels. Ah, oh shit. Baby, I’m gonna come.”

I looked down at Beckett, to give him a chance to pull off. He didn’t. He just doubled down, hollowing his cheeks and sucked harder.

I was shaking and glad Becks was holding me because my knees were weak.

“Becks. Baby. I’m coming.”

My orgasm hit me, and I watched in amazement as Becks sucked me down, and I never lost eye contact.

Eventually, I had nothing left and Becks pulled off, sitting back on his knees.

“Baby, I . . .”

The door started to open. Beckett was on his feet and pushed me behind him in seconds as I fumbled to shove my cock back into my pants and close them up.

A bartender who was wearing all black leather startled, obviously not expecting to see us.

“What the fuck,” they started to say, but Beckett grabbed my arm and pushed past them.

“Sorry!” I yelled over my shoulder, trying not to burst out laughing as we darted around them. They were yelling something but I couldn’t hear anymore, and Becks all but shoved me through the crowd and outta the club.

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