Page 24 of Beck

Kole grabbed Beck’s T-shirt, finding the hem and pushing it up until Beck had no choice but to pull back so he could take it over his head. His fingertips tingled where they touched naked skin, and Beck’s breath hitched, his eyelids drifting closed beforesnapping open to pierce Kole with the bright blue orbs. Kole’s gaze took in the dark accents of his hair, eyebrows and beard over his tanned skin and the lines at the edges of his eyes but also the lines creasing his forehead. He was a conundrum, and one Kole wanted to figure out. He seemed to have so much laughter in his life, but when they were alone, that laughter was muted, and his seriousness—pain, even—became clearer. He wanted to help whatever worried him. Take away his pain.

Kole blinked rapidly, exhaling. “Fuck me, Beck,” he whispered, needing to divert his thoughts. He couldn’t be thinking of more because they were just a friends-with-benefits thing. Nothing more.

Beck unbuttoned the first few of Kole’s shirt and then dragged it over his head before fusing their lips and swallowing Kole’s hiss of delight as their chests touched. Their hips kept moving, bringing Kole closer and closer to the edge, but he pushed it away, not wanting to come until Beck was inside him. His hands went to Beck’s jeans, unfastening them and pushing them down before using his feet to finish the job and kick them to the floor. Beck followed suit with Kole’s trousers, briefly lifting off him to yank them off his feet and somewhere behind him. Then he covered Kole’s body again, and Kole sighed.

“So warm,” Beck muttered, his face nestled into Kole’s neck while his tongue tasted his skin.

Kole hummed as he dropped his head to the side, giving Beck more space, all the while grinding against him and sending his arousal skyrocketing. They should slow down, but his mind was too far gone to object. He needed Beck like the blood that ran through his body—and focused in his cock—and he wanted more.

“More,” he said, moving his legs to the side and wrapping them around his tempting lover. “Give me more,” he murmured,his hands sliding down Beck’s back to his ass. Squeezing the tight muscles, he ground up again.

“Jesus, Kole.” Beck lifted his head, bracing his hands by his head. “I need my jeans.” He scrambled off, ignoring Kole’s complaints, so Kole pressed the palm of his hand against his dick, groaning as electricity sparked through him. Beck paused, glancing over his shoulder, eyes darkening as they focused on Kole’s movements. “Fuck.”

Beck rummaged in his pockets until he returned with two packets. Kole breathed easier, glad one of them was thinking straight. It certainly wasn’t him. Beck knelt between his legs once more, and Kole scraped his teeth over his lower lip, knowing what he wanted to say, but it wasn’t his place. Beck was the more dominant of the two of them, and he didn’t want to ruin what was happening by giving orders—even though he wanted to.

“Let’s get these off, shall we?” Beck hooked his fingers in the waistband of Kole’s briefs and paused, and Kole realised it hadn’t been a rhetorical question.

“Definitely. As long as yours go, too.”

Beck grinned. “Wouldn’t want anything less.”

Stripping off Kole’s and then his own, Beck crawled back up Kole’s body, kissing skin as he went.

“Inside me, Beck. Please.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He spent several long minutes stretching Kole’s hole while their tongues duelled and retreated repeatedly.

“Now!” Kole ordered, unable to keep his words inside any longer. “Do as you’re fucking told, Beck.”

Beck exhaled into his mouth, his muscles relaxing fractionally before he rose and slid the condom down his length. Kole’s mouth watered—he’d get his mouth on that soon enough.

He lifted his gaze. “Now, Beck. I’m fed up of waiting.”

“Yes,” Beck breathed and rested the head of his shaft at Kole’s entrance.

Kole hooked his ankles at Beck’s lower back and pulled him in, lodging the head in his ass, and they both groaned. His ass was stretched beyond what he’d ever remembered it being before, and the heat from him was exquisite torture. Beck paused, and Kole’s eyes snapped open, glaring at him.

“Move,” he demanded, and Beck swallowed hard and slid deeper, so much deeper. Kole’s jaw dropped and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck.”

Beck paused again, but Kole didn’t complain that time. The man was as deep inside him as he could be, and it was fucking delicious. Kole slid his arms around Beck’s neck and nipped at his lower lip.

“Fuck me, Beck. I’m yours.”

Beck’s eyes darkened more than they already had, the bright blue having bled into a deeper shade as the pupils took over. He kissed him, needing that connection again, and as their tongues slid alongside each other, Beck moved, slowly at first and then harder and faster. Until all Kole could see, feel, hear, smell and taste was Beck.

His orgasm crashed down on him with no warning. One moment, he was riding the wave, and the next, he was tumbling over the surf into the water headfirst.

“Fuck, Kole.”

Beck dropped his head into Kole’s neck, cursed again, and held himself still, but Kole could feel the pulse of his climax deep inside him. Kole tightened his hold, never wanting it to end.

When Beck finally relaxed, Kole still kept hold, his fingers raking through his hair as his breathing slowed. Kole stared at a point on the ceiling and prayed that his heart could lock itself away before Beck lifted his head. Their coupling had been way more than he had ever expected, and he was worried he wouldn’tbe able to hide his feelings. Though what those feelings were, he wasn’t entirely sure, but he knew they weren’t suitable for what they’d just shared.

As Beck moved, Kole locked the internal box and managed a smile when their gazes met.

“I had plans to take you to dinner, but when I got back from Cornwall, it was like I was a junkie. My entire body shook with the need to get to you. Sorry. I promise I’m usually more romantic than this.”

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