Page 84 of Somebody to Save
“But now I’m here, so…”
“I was just thinking about what the next year might look like. What I mightwantit to look like.”
I tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear and smoothed the lines between his brows as he spoke. His hands were steadfast against my waist, and his thumbs traced idle patterns against my hips.
“What do you think the next year will look like?”
His eyes raked over my face, and I could see the thoughts rushing through his mind.
“Work wise, we have some things that need to be handled,” he began, “but after that, I’m hoping we’ll be in an even better position. It’s going to be rough for the next few months, but my brother and I will figure it out…” His words tapered off as my fingers ghosted over his stubble, and I knew there was more.
“Work is going to be rough?” I asked, and he shrugged but shook his head.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” he said with a forced smile. “Besides that, all I really want out of this next year is to both start and end it with you,” he whispered. “Because I don’tknow if you can tell, baby girl, but you hold my heart in your hands.”
My breath caught in the back of my throat, and my hands stilled against his face. I could feel the sincerity and warmth in every word and see it in his eyes. His jaw went slack, lips parting like he was preparing to say something more, but as quickly as the thought appeared, it was like he decided better of it.
A tentative, hopeful smile curved his lips, and I traced the edge of it with my thumb, not trying to keep my own grin hidden.
“You hold mine, too, Beckett. You have it,” I whispered.
He wrapped his arms around my back and tugged me even closer, dropping his head to my chest and kissing where his T-shirt covered my heart. “What about you, baby girl? What do you think the next year will look like?”
His lips lingered over the fabric, and I knew he could feel the steady, unmistakable thump of the organ he now owned. Giving in to the bigness of the moment, I closed my arms around his shoulders and held him to me. While I contemplated his question, we sat like that, just holding one another and breathing each other in. And I’d never felt so connected to another person.
“There are so many things I want this year,” I said honestly. “Starting and ending it with you would be amazing, and I really…I really want to go to the beach.” I sucked in a breath and appreciated that Beckett didn’t pull back to peer up at me. “I’ve never been, because it was a little too expensive for us to manage and also because of my parents. They loved the beach and the water, but when they died, I couldn’t bring myself to go there. But I think I might be ready now. With you.”
He hummed against me and kissed my neck before he sat back. He cupped my cheeks and smiled up at me. I loved the way he looked at me. Like I was the center of his world or a primary element in the air he breathed. Like without me, he wouldn’t be whole.
“Then we’ll go to the beach,” he said simply, and it was all I needed to hear. I knew he would make good on the promise.
He kissed me softly once, then again. It was sweet, but as it usually did, it didn’t remain sweet for long. Our hands wandered, and our tongues tangled.
I felt Beckett’s cock stir to life beneath me, a hard rod that I couldn’t ignore even if I wanted to. And well, I didn’t want to anyway.
Rather, I ground down harder on him, pressing my bare pussy against the thin fabric covering his dick. He groaned in response, leaning back and peering up at me under hooded eyes.
“Aren’t you sore, baby girl?”
I nodded but didn’t stop grinding back and forth against him. The swollen head of him pressed against my clit, and pleasure speared through me. I was fairly sore, between my legs and everywhere else, but that didn’t stop me from raking my nails down the side of Beckett’s neck and over his chest, grazing his nipple enough to make him jump.
“You fucked me so hard, so well earlier, of course I’m sore. But not sore enough to stop,” I admitted, and I didn’t stop. “I need you. I needthis.” I reached between us and slipped my hand inside his sweatpants. My fingers closed around his hot shaft, and he let out a low curse as I tugged his waistband just low enough to free him.
There was an urgency to my movements. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath. I felt empty and needy.
Notching him at my entrance, I held his gaze as I slowly slid down. The first few seconds, he always felt impossibly big. The stretch unimaginable and consuming and so good. I didn’t stop until our hips met, and I could feel him nudging that spot deep inside me.
I let go of his cock and braced both of my hands against the side of his neck, reveling in the way his jaw went slack as I tilted his head back to look up at me.
“Is someone craving a little control?” he asked, and I nodded as I began to move.
His hands pushed up his T-shirt and tightened around the small of my waist, guiding me up and down his shaft. But I was still in control, and I kept my movements slow and measured. I wanted to feel every ridge, every vein, every muscle in his pretty cock as I drew him closer and closer to the edge.
“I just wanted to ride Daddy’s cock. Is that so bad?”
“No, baby girl, it’s never bad. You can ride my cock whenever you please. If I use you for my own pleasure, you can always use me.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, leaning forward and brushing my lips against his. For once, Beckett let me lead the kiss as I ground myself back and forth over him. I slipped my tongue against his and tasted the toothpaste and whiskey on his breath.
