Page 55 of Winning the Nightcap

“What are you doing?” she pants. I reach up to grab her ass cheeks, pulling her down slowly before I taste her perfect pussy.

“Holy shit,” Bec yells out. I hold nothing back as I flatten my tongue, making long strokes up to her clit where I then make slow circles. I set a rhythm and keep pace. Bec’s hips twitch and she begins to grind on me, straddling my face. I love the feel of her losing control over me, taking her pleasure. I grip her ass harder, pulling her to my mouth, waiting to hear her let go completely, her moans telling me she’s close. I push one, then two fingers into her, pulling toward her front wall. I don’t have to wait long before she’s frantically gyrating and calling out my name, every muscle in her body tensing.

When I feel her relax, I take one more taste before lightly slapping her ass cheek. She giggles and rolls to her side, panting.

“Um, we’re going to have to do that again,” she says, giggling.

“I plan on it.” I crawl up the bed to lie next to her, pulling her into my side to lie together.

But Bec doesn’t stay still for long before she sits up to grab thecondom. She reaches over and grabs my dick, rolling the condom down to the base.

Fuck, why is that hot?

Before I can think about it too closely, Bec straddles me, pushing me down with her hands on my chest. The view is…well, the view is beyond fucking perfect as she leans forward and her elbows squeeze her tits together. I reach up and tease her nipples.

“Some other time. Right now, I need you inside me.” In one swift movement, she drops herself onto my cock, and I groan at the perfect pressure of her walls around me.

“Ride me, Bec. I want to see you fucking lose it.” I thrust my hips up, driving into her from below to encourage her to move. I’m barely hanging on in anticipation. Her hips grind down while her clit slides over the connection point between our bodies. I trail my hands down past her waist to where her hips meet her ass, and I grip her tight, fingers digging into her soft skin following the rhythm of her movements.

When I look down, the sight of her lifting, dropping, and rocking against me almost has me finishing. “Look at you, claiming every fucking inch like you were meant for me.” Her half-lidded eyes find mine and her mouth falls open with a seductive moan as she picks up her pace, chasing her climax.

I sit up, threading my fingers into her hair at the base of her neck and gripping tightly, wrapping my other arm around her side to rest my palm between her shoulders, pressing her chest against mine. Bec doesn’t miss a beat with the change in position; she continues to pulse above me and weaves her hands into my hair, tugging without restraint. Our lips graze each other as we work our bodies into a frenzy. I’m lost in the feel of her fingernails digging in and scratching at my skin and the sound of her moaning my name. I feel the familiar tightening begin in my legs, drawing up to my balls.

“Fuck, babe, I’m close,” I say.

“God, me too. Fuck, I…I’m right there…don’t stop.” And then I feel her tighten around me. I watch as her mouth drops open, her eyes on me, my name falling from her lips as she tips over the edge again. The sight is so fucking perfect, she pulls me right over the edge with her as she steals my lips in another kiss.

I knew from the moment I met Bec that everything felt different with her. Natural. Instinctual. Chemical. Having her in my arms, smiling at me as we both come down from our collective high, her forehead resting gently against my own, only solidifies the way I feel. I’ll do anything to see that smile. I’ll do anything to protect this connection between us. Anything to protect her heart so she knows she’s safe to share it with me.

My body wants her more than I thought possible, but the shit she’s doing to the rest of me? My goddamn soul? She’s going to wreck me. All I can think is, I really hope she does. I want her to ruin me for all other women. There won’t be a piece of me left that doesn’t exist for her. She’s it.

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When I wake up, I smile to myself as I take in the view beside me. Bec and I let Hop out of his crate that I keep in my office and into the bedroom after we finished doing things I couldn’t in good conscience let him watch. He happily joined us acting like it was no big deal that Bec was here, like she belongs here.I feel the same, bud.Hop jumped onto the bed, immediately curling up in a tight ball. Bec wrapped herself around him, and I wrapped myself around her before drifting into a peaceful sleep.

However, after sharing the bed with both of them, I know Bec wasn’t lying to me. She’s just as bad of a blanket hog as Hop. Looking at themnow from the edge of the bed that I’ve been forced almost off of, Hop is asleep on his back, paws up. He’s lying sideways on the bed, practically taking up the space of a full-grown adult. Bec is next to him, laid out like a starfish and completely tangled up in my blankets. I gave her a T-shirt to wear to bed. My shirt swallows her torso, with the exception of her full hips where it sits more snugly, and when she adjusts in her sleep, shifting her leg over the edge of the comforter to lie on her side, it exposes the full length of her leg, tempting me to reach out and run my greedy hands up her thigh again. Seeing her perfect ass hanging out of my underwear she’s wearing, my shirt riding up along her waist…the sight has my mouth watering, hungry for another taste.

Instead, I take in the sight of her for a moment more and then quietly make my way to the kitchen to start breakfast. My steps are lighter than they were yesterday, and I know if I don’t want to scare Bec, I need to ignore how good this feels for now. It’s too soon to come on this strong. I know she’s guarding her heart for good reason. I just need to give her a better reason to let me in.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Bec

Ellie:Anyone hear from Bec yet? Dom has spent the entire morning harassing me about how her date with Aiden went. He’s gossiping like a preteen. I’m going to chuck my bagel at him if he wakes Luca before I finish my coffee.

Carissa:Last I heard, Aiden took her back to the hotel bar where they met before your wedding.

Dee:Romance at that level is BJ worthy in my book. It’s basic math.

Carissa:Kind of a fucked-up math problem if you ask me.

Ellie:Dom can’t control the volume of his voice. He’s whisper-shouting with excitement. Emphasis on shouting.

Ellie:Give me something. Anything. Please, I beg you.

Abby:Bet that’s real close to what Bec was saying to Aiden last night.

Dee:Abby, you’re my new favorite. Don’t ever change.

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