Page 53 of Beckett
When he rolled us again, settling between my thighs, I felt him hard through his jeans and moaned at the promise.
“Still okay?” He pressed kisses along my collarbone.
“More than okay.” I arched against him, seeking friction. “Please.”
The rest of our clothes disappeared with careful reverence rather than haste. Beckett’s eyes were dark with want but watching my face for any sign of hesitation. Jet huffed from the floor, apparently disgusted by human mating rituals, and relocated to the hallway.
“You’re sure?” he asked again, voice rough.
Instead of answering with words, I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his cock for the first time, squeezing gently. He groaned, head falling back, and I felt powerful in a way I hadn’t in months. I stroked him slowly, learning his shape, his heat, what made his breath catch.
“Audra. Fuck,” he gasped, catching my wrist gently. “If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts.”
“Then touch me,” I whispered.
He leaned over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and retrieving a condom, setting it within easy reach. The practical gesture somehow made this more real—we were really doing this.
“Lie back,” he said, voice rough with want.
I did, and he took his time exploring. His mouth found my breasts first, tongue circling one nipple while his fingers teased the other. The dual sensation had me arching off the bed, seeking more. He alternated between gentle and firm, reading my responses like a map.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against my skin. “Been wanting to taste you for so long.”
His mouth traced lower, kissing across my ribs, my stomach, my hip bones. When he settled between my thighs, looking up at me for permission, I nodded, already trembling with anticipation.
The first touch of his tongue against my clit made me cry out. He started slow, exploratory, learning what I liked. When he found the rhythm that had me fisting my hands in his hair, he stayed there, steady and relentless, while his fingers joined the exploration. First one, then two. Pressing deep and curling just at the right angle to make me see stars.
“Beckett, I’m—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The orgasm crashed over me, my body bowing off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
He kissed his way back up my body, giving me time to recover, but I wasn’t done. I pushed at his shoulder, rolling us so I straddled him. The position made me feel powerful, in control, exactly what I needed.
He reached for the condom he’d set aside earlier, but I took it from him.
“Let me,” I said, and his eyes went dark as I rolled it on with careful hands.
“I want to watch you,” I said, positioning myself above him. “Want to see your face when I?—”
I sank down slowly, taking his cock inch by inch, both of us groaning at the sensation. His hands found my hips but didn’t guide, just held firm, letting me set the pace.
“God, Audra,” he breathed, eyes locked on mine. “You feel incredible.”
I started to move, slow at first, finding the angle that made sparks shoot through my body. When I found it, his eyes rolled back, and I felt that surge of power again.Iwas doing this to him.Iwas making this strong, controlled man come undone.
He found my clit with his thumb as I rode him, circling in time with my movements. The combination was overwhelming, building me toward another peak impossibly fast.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, sliding his other hand up to cup my breast, then rolling my nipple. “Take what you need. I’m yours.”
The words, combined with his touch and the feeling of him inside me, sent me over again. I cried out, my rhythm faltering as pleasure washed through me. He sat up, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close as he thrust up into me, chasing his own release.
“Audra, I’m?—”
“Yes,” I gasped against his neck. “Let go.”
He did, my name breaking on his lips as he came, holding me tight against him as we both shuddered through the aftershocks.
We stayed tangled afterward, neither willing to break the connection. His weight felt like armor against a world with too many teeth.
He shifted beside me, pulling me against his chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear, a rhythm to memorize.
