Page 49 of Accidentally Joining His Cult

Beck’s release mixes with my own as he follows me over the edge, moaning out my name as his body shudders over mine.

He collapses next to me on the deep-set couch, taking a few moments to catch his breath before repositioning us so that I rest my head on his chest. His fingers play with our cum, mixing it together even more before scooping it up to bring it to my mouth for me to lick off. I love tasting him. Earning his release always gives me such a feeling of accomplishment, and knowing how much he loves to see me finish it all is hot as hell.

“Good boy,” he whispers when I’ve licked it all up. His praise fulfills me in a way that I’ve never experienced before. It’s a high that I want to continue to earn over and over again.

Eventually, I shift to look up at him, smiling and not saying anything, just taking in the moment.

“How was that?” he finally asks with a cocky grin.

“Obviously amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” he whispers, squeezing me tighter to him. I close my eyes, cuddling in closer, and pretend like we have all of the time in the world.

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Last night was spectacular,even if Beck didn’t fuck me.

Eventually, he got up from the couch to get some damp towels to clean us up with before we made our way to his super fancy bathroom. If I thought the one in the hotel during my last trip to Chicago was extravagant, it had nothing on this one.

Everything was black marble, from the long counter with a built-in vanity to the sleek sinks that looked like sculpted bowls resting on the surface. There was a clawfoot soaking tub in the center of the room and a huge jacuzzi tub that looked like it could fit four people built in against the wall. The shower had all of the bells and whistles from the hotel, with a crazy amount of shower heads and benches, and there was even an attached sauna and steam room!

We ended up in the shower together, washing and finding any excuse to run our hands and mouths all over each other. By the time we stepped out, we were both painfully hard and desperate again. Beck wasted no time dropping to his knees and taking my cock to the back of his throat. Even though I’d just cum on the couch not even an hour before, I didn’t last long at all. When Beck started teasing my rim with his finger, I couldn’t hold back and quickly shot down his throat. My lack of stamina would be more embarrassing if Beck didn’t seem to be having the same problem.

It was so fucking hot that I needed to have a turn myself. My blowjob skills could definitely use some work, but I think my enthusiasm makes up for my inexperience. Beck didn’t last long either, and we hopped back into the shower for a quick clean-up before climbing into his bed.

I packed my usual sleep pants but decided against them and ended up curled in Beck’s arms, both of us naked.

Now, I’m still wrapped in his arms as my alarm rings, but Beck has me trapped with how tight his hold is, and I can’t quite reach my phone to silence it.

“Shut uuuup,” he draws out the word and groans loudly, blindly swinging his arm in the general direction of the phone. I don’t think he’s even opened his eyes yet.

“Sorry, Beck, but I’ve got to head out for my flight soon,” I whisper.

“Okay,” he agrees, holding me tighter instead of letting go. He thrusts his hips into me, causing his hard morning wood to rub against my ass, and now it’s my turn to moan.

He’d seemed so eager to fuck me when we talked on the phone, but then last night, it was like he was so desperate for me that he couldn’t possibly slow down to actually get that far. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself because I’m not sure why he wouldn’t want to take things further.

Everything we did was amazing, I just wish I knew what was going through his head.Was there another reason he didn’t want to top me?

“Come on, I should really order a ride share so I’m not late. I never know how long it’ll take them to get here,” I say, finally stretching far enough to reach the phone and turn off the alarm. I try to encourage him to let go of me without success.

“No rideshare,” Beck says with a deep sleepy tone that makes my cock thicken.

“Um, is there a better option?” I ask, willing my dick to calm down because we really don’t have time for anything.

“I’m driving you to the airport,” he says, like I should have already known.

“Oh, that would be great!”

I’m a little surprised by the offer, with how in my head I’ve been about what’s going on between us. Driving me to the airport feels like a boyfriend move. Meeting the family was obviously a big deal, but with Beck, it felt natural—his family is so close with him, and all his friends are practically an extension of that.

But Beck also has money. The kind of money where he’s gotpeoplefor everything. A driver took us home from the game last night, just like someone chauffeured us to dinner on my previous trip. He even had an employee come to my hotel yesterday to take my bag here so I wouldn’t have to bring it to the game. He’s got people for everything, I’d kind of assumed he never drove himself.

So his offer feels significant.

“No driver this morning?” I clarify with a teasing tone, trying to keep things light. I don’t want him to second guess his offer if he knows I’m kind of freaking out about it.

“Nah, I want you all to myself when I have to say goodbye,” he responds possessively. He leans over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek and a tight squeeze before finally releasing me from his grip.

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