Page 36 of Somebody to Save
His tongue swept against my lips, and I eagerly let him in. His lips were strong and demanding, and his hands were solid beneath me. He spun us around, and I pointed behind me.
“Bedroom,” I muttered against his lips as quickly as I could. He walked out of the kitchen and skillfully kicked open the door while still leading our kiss. In the back of my mind, I thanked my earlier self for cleaning up a little, but in that moment, I also didn’t give a crap what my room looked like. As long as he did as he promised, I didn’t care about anything else.
It was hard for my thoughts not to be consumed by him.
Rather than drop me down on the edge of the bed, Beckett turned and sat down on my comforter. Straddling his hips, my pussy pressed against the length of his hard erection, and I moaned into his mouth.
“There you go, grind yourself on me, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I pleaded and was rewarded with a guttural, masculine groan I felt vibrate up from his chest. His hands were everywhere, guiding my hips back and forth over him, running up my sides, and cupping my face. “More,” I begged. “I need more.”
“Of course, you do, baby girl,” he murmured. His hands grasped just above my hips as he gazed hungrily down my body and the skirt of my dress that had ridden up indecently high. “My pretty little slut needs Daddy’s cock, doesn’t she?”
I nodded and scraped my nails through the back of his hair. Hair that was the perfect length to grab and pull. I ground down on top of him hard one last time to prove how badly I wanted it, and he growled before shrugging off his jacket. With shaking hands—not from nerves but from need—I started unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. While I did,his hands landed on the bare skin of my thighs and pushed underneath the fabric of my dress.
My touch stuttered halfway down his shirt when the tips of his fingers brushed against my thong at my hips.
“Keep going, baby girl,” Beckett instructed, and I somehow managed to get the rest of the buttons undone. Even as he teased the fabric and grabbed my ass.
I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and he tugged it off the rest of the way. His tan chest was broad and muscular, and I immediately went to work on his jeans. Those were easier to manage, especially with his hands back over the top of my dress.
His belt was hanging open, and I’d managed to lower his zipper when Beckett flipped me over. My back landed on the bed, and I pressed up to my elbows to watch him step out of his jeans. They puddled on the floor beneath him, and my eyes raked over his nearly naked body. And the impressive erection behind his blue briefs.
He had a few tattoos—one on his right bicep, another on his left side, and a third on his thigh—but he was moving too quickly for me to get a closer look. I remembered them mostly from last time, though. His left side was script, his right bicep was intricate roses, and his thigh was a lion.
He stepped up and slid his fingers under my chin, urging me to tilt my head back. He kissed me again, only softer than before as he tugged me toward the edge of the bed. His hands slipped up my thighs and pushed my dress higher. He gathered the fabric in his hands and only broke the kiss when he had to pull it off over my head.
He tossed it aside and took a half step back. Hungry, dark eyes swept over me, and I shivered in their wake. He reached down and palmed his cock, eyes shuttering closed for the briefest moment before falling back to me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Beckett murmured, and under his gaze, I absolutely felt it.
Knowing it would give him one hell of a view, I mustered thecourage to turn and crawl on my hands and knees up the bed. Poised in front of the pillows, I unhooked my bra, tossed it to the side, and then lay down facing him to shimmy my panties down my legs.
I discarded them in the same place as my bra and looked up at Beckett. He dropped onto the bed and crawled toward me. Muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed until he sank to his stomach between my legs, and my breath caught.
He wound his hands under my ass and tugged me closer.
“Such a shame I haven’t tasted you yet,” he said, his warm breath fanning across my wet skin. “But it’s okay, baby girl. We’re going to fix that.”
Soft lips brushed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, and my head dropped back. My fingers gripped the blankets beneath me, and I whimpered at the first brush of his tongue against my clit.
One of my hands slapped over my mouth, and I felt Beckett’s growl against my pussy.
“Do not hold back, Addison. I want to hear every single one of your sounds. Just give in to the pleasure. Give in tome.”
Another firm lick over my opening and higher until he pressed his firm tongue hard against my clit, and I had no other choice. The pleasure was going to consume me. I was going to give in to him, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.
His blunt nails dug into my ass and pressed me ever closer to his mouth. He used his lips and tongue to drive me crazy, but when his teeth nipped lightly at my clit, I swore I saw stars.
He plunged his tongue in and out of me over and over again until he replaced it with one of his thick fingers, then another. Immediately I clamped around them, and if it were anyone else between my legs, I might have been self-conscious of the sound my arousal made. But Beckett mumbled appreciative curses and praises against my skin.
“That’s my girl, so fucking wet for Daddy,” he muttered, and I cried out as the tips of his fingers grazed that glorious spot justinside my inner wall. Then he did it again and again, and I could feel his smile against me as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
And I couldn’t control my body. I was acting completely on impulse and giving into my baser desires to grind against him and seek out that unending pleasure only he knew how to give me.
“Yes, yes,yes,” I moaned. The tight knot of need sat low in my stomach and was moving closer and closer to the surface with every swipe of his tongue and brush of his fingers.
Until my entire world shattered in the best way possible. My back arched as the orgasm consumed me. Wave after wave of never-ending pleasure drowned me. It took several seconds for me to come back to Earth, but when I did, Beckett was still between my legs.
