Page 56 of Somebody to Save
Beckett gritted his teeth and peered down between our bodies, where his cock was shuttling in and out of me without mercy. “I’m going to defile you, baby girl. Daddy’s going to pump you so full of cum, it’ll be leaking out of you for a week. Now, I need you to come with me. Can you do that?”
All I could do was nod my head as my eyes screwed shut, and I was overwhelmed by every sensation. Beyond words, my hands grappled for purchase against Beckett’s shoulders, and I dug my nails into him hard. My entire body tensed, and I held on as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I wasn’t sure what I was saying, but words were tumbling from my mouth.
A moment later, at the height of my pleasure, Beckett stilled and buried his face in my neck. His cock pulsed, and his release filled me just as he promised. His groans vibrated against my skin, and our melodic sounds of pleasure echoed off the tiled shower walls.
“Holy shit,” he breathed against me, and I let out a satisfied, tired laugh.
“I’m definitely a fan of shower sex.” Beckett chuckled against my neck and kissed me softly before he leaned back.
He pushed his damp hair out of his face and softly collared a hand around my throat. I pressed harder into his touch, and the faintest smile twitched across his lips. The dim, moody lightshe’d turned on were perfect. It felt like we were in our own little world with the steam around us.
“I’m just a fan of sex with you, Bubbles.”
“Ditto, Daddy.”
I bit my lower lip, and he leaned forward, tugging it free with his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. I moaned, and my pussy clenched around his slowly softening dick. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I giggled, which only made him curse under his breath as I inadvertently tightened around him again.
Pulling me away from the wall, Beckett set me down carefully but held onto me until I regained my balance. His dick slipped free, and I looked down to see the remnants of his cum and a little bit of red covering his length.
My cheeks flamed, but he didn’t seem concerned in the slightest. He glanced down at his semi-hard cock and gripped it in his hands. He stepped under the water and easily rinsed it all away.
“You don’t want to get your hair wet?” he asked thoughtfully, and I shook my head. “Okay, let me clean you up.”
Not one to complain or argue, I held my hands out in front of me under the spray while Beckett reached for the body wash. He squirted a generous amount on his loofah and pressed it against my chest.
He leaned down and kissed me as he cleaned my chest, my stomach, and the tops of my thighs. That was until he couldn’t reach anymore, and he had to squat lower.
Poised in front of me, he tapped the inside of one thigh. “Spread your legs. Let Daddy clean you up.”
There was no point in being shy, so I pushed one leg out, far enough that he could clean me as he wished. And it felt so good. To be taken care of and cherished like that. Not just during sex, but before, after, and when it didn’t even have a chance of happening.
“Daddy” fit Beckett well. He had all the caretaking, loving qualities I’d want in a man. The qualities I’d want in a man if Iwere going to call him that. And somehow, I felt like I instinctually knew it would fit him before I really even knew him.
He cleaned me, and I returned the favor, squirting more soap on the loofah and running it over his body. Paying extra attention to a few of my favorite parts, like his dick, of course, but also his broad chest with the smattering of dark brown hair in the center. And his solid biceps that held me so easily.
He turned off the water, and before he worried about himself, Beckett wrapped me in a dark blue towel and thoroughly dried me off. Then I waited for him to dry himself before we both exited the shower together.
“Let me go grab your bag,” he said and opened the bathroom door long enough for a gust of cold air to rush in around him.
Reaching up, I scrubbed away some of the condensation from the mirror and quickly appraised my reflection. My hair was mostly dry, but the humidity had definitely gotten to it. My little baby hairs framing my face were curled, and the ends of my little ponytail were doing the same.
But there was something about me that looked different. I didn’t know what it was, and I couldn’t necessarily pinpoint it before the door opened again and my attention was back on Beckett. But whatever had changed, I didn’t mind it. It might have been for the better.
TWENTY-SEVEN
CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART?
Beckett
Addison slippedmy T-shirt over her head. It fell to mid-thigh and covered her little purple sleep shorts.
She smiled as she joined me in my bed, sliding under the thick, white comforter and curling up next to me. She smelled like me, was wearing my clothes, and now, she was going to sleep in my bed. I’d never been so content.
“I know it’s late, but I’m not really tired,” she sighed against my chest.
“We could watch something or listen to music,” I said, motioning to the TV across from the bed. “You could show me your favorite band. The one you named your…snake after.”
Until that night in Addison’s apartment, the last time I’d seen a snake was when we were at my parents’ house in the mountains and my brother was chasing me around with it. The lingering fear kind of caught me off guard. I still thought it was cool, though. And she seemed to really love Oli.
