Page 74 of Winning the Nightcap

I turn slightly to fall back onto the couch, grabbing Bec by her hips and pulling her on top of me so we’re both lying on the couch, her legs straddling mine. The tension crackles between us, the electricity unrestrained and potent.

She grinds against me and my hardening cock twitches underneath her. I palm the back of her head with one hand and grip her ass with the other as she continues to roll her hips against mine. I kiss along Bec’s neck, moving both hands to squeeze her breasts as she gaspsand whispers my name.

She sits up, removing her shirt and bra. I sit up, too, and lick her hard nipples, causing her to moan and arch her back, pushing her chest closer to me, inviting me to continue.

“Stay with me tonight. Stay with me every night. I don’t want us to sleep alone when I’m not on the road,” I say as I switch my attention from one breast to the other. Bec gasps but doesn’t answer me.

“I don’t usually beg, Bec, but I will if you ask me to.” I’d do anything she asked me to.

“Yes,” she pants. She takes my face in between her hands and kisses me, consuming me. “I’ll stay.”

I lift her and switch our positions so she’s lying on her back. I crawl on top of her and Bec draws her legs up the back of my thighs as I slide down her body, pulling her leggings off, leaving her in just her underwear and my head between her thighs. I drape her legs over my shoulders.

“You didn’t even let me beg…” I say, my lips skirting along the edge of her black thong. My hands are rough from years of playing ball, but her skin is soft and smooth as I trail my fingers up her outer thighs.

“For good reason,” she says. I look up to see her propped up on her elbows, smiling down at me. “I’d rather your mouth was busy doing something else.”

“Fuck,” I groan into her thigh before looking back up at her. “How are you this perfect?” I slide her panties to the side and give her a long, slow lick up her slit before I devour her.

I don’t hold back. I don’t want her in her head, doubting what we could have because some asshole made her feel like shit for no goddamn reason. I want her to feel how much I want her. I suck and lick her clit, applying a pulsing pressure before pressing a finger into her as well.

“Oh shit,” Bec says, her breathing heavy. “Just like that.”

After a few minutes, I press another finger into her soaked pussy and make a pulling motion toward her front wall, causing her to clench tightly around my digits. With my other hand, I press down firmly on her lower stomach.

“God, don’t you dare stop,” Bec demands.

Her entire body tenses and she clenches around my fingers as she moans my name. I don’t stop or slow my movements as I work her through her climax, her words blending into something unintelligible while she bucks her hips, trying to ride my face and my hand, grinding against the hold I have on her stomach.

Her body relaxes into the couch, any lingering tension melting away. When I lift my head from her soaking entrance, I watch the labored rise and fall of her chest as her breathing begins to calm. Her nipples are still hard. I kiss my way up her stomach to suck on one of them and palm the other in my hand. Every part of Bec is stunning—her eyes, her smile, her curves, her thighs, but I could live forever worshipping her tits.

Her hand weakly cups the back of my head. I love seeing her worn out like this for me.

“You’re really fucking good at that,” Bec says. “My turn.”

Before I can register the meaning of her words, she’s gripping my hair roughly, pulling my mouth off her breast with a pop. She pushes at my shoulders until I sit up. When she has enough room to crawl off the couch onto the floor, she moves to kneel between my legs.

She runs her hands under my shirt and up my abdomen. I lean forward, allowing her to pull my shirt over my head, and she tosses it carelessly onto the floor behind her. She doesn’t make eye contact with me, completely focused on removing my belt buckle and unzipping my pants. It isn’t until she has her hands tucked into the top of my jeans that she looks up to me, her eyes gleaming, waiting for me to tilt my hips and help her remove my pants. When I do, she refocuseson undressing me.

My breathing becomes heavy while I watch Bec lick her lips as she pulls the waistband of my boxer briefs down, my cock springing free. She wraps one hand firmly around the base of my shaft before her eyes lock onto mine. She leans down, rubbing her breasts against my inner thighs and running her tongue along the bottom of my cock. I expect her to pull back when she reaches the head, but she doesn’t. She closes her eyes, wraps her pretty lips around my dick, and drops as far onto my shaft as she can, humming contently. I squeeze my hands into fists, pressing them into the couch as I fight the reflex to buck my hips.

My vision blurs, and I reach out, gripping Bec’s hair, trying to slow her eager movements so I don’t finish before I’ve had a chance to enjoy her perfect mouth on me. She bobs, sucks, and squeezes me, and I can’t keep my eyes off her while she works me down her throat.

After a few minutes, her free hand slips into my briefs and she lightly tugs on my balls. I know I can’t hold out any longer.

“If you don’t want to swallow me down, gorgeous, then you need to pull off now,” I manage to choke out. She hums around my cock and doubles down.

I come hard, my breath stuttering as my entire body tenses with pleasure. My orgasm rips through me and I don’t want to look away from the sight of Bec on her knees for me, but I can’t help closing my eyes as my head falls back against the couch. She feels too fucking good.

Bec doesn’t give me any relief, not slowing her movements. “Jesus,” I mutter, pulling lightly on her hair where I still have my hand tangled. She pops off my dick and smiles up at me, with mischief in her eyes as she licks her lips.

“You got me beat, babe.” I heave out. “If you thought I was good…fuck, you’re better.”

Chapter Forty-Four

Bec

“This was a mistake,” I say with a sigh.

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