Page 52 of Salvaged Heart
“You have to relax.” He groaned, and I hadn’t even noticed I had gone tense. “Take a deep breath and then bear down.”
I did as he said, allowing him to coach me through it. The sensation increased. First pain, a deep and aching thing that morphed into even more intense pleasure, until his finger was buried inside me. I nodded, confirming I was good, and he began to move slowly.Fuckit felt so good.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He shifted his position slightly to watch his finger move in and out of me. My eyes fell closed, but his expression was seared into my eyelids.
Before long, I was gasping, desperate for more. “Baby, I need …” He slipped a second finger in beside the first, and the noise that left my chest sounded animalistic. “Yes, fuck! Just like that.”
His mouth came down around my cock, warm and wet and fucking exquisite. I lost all ability to think coherent thoughts, a jumble of curses and praise falling from my lips as he sucked me in long lazy strokes. I rocked against him, alternating between pushing back onto his hand and up into that perfect mouth, chasing an orgasm he was keeping just out of my reach. My hands fisted in his hair, desperate to take control, but he wouldn't let me.
“Slow, easy.” He cooed around my cock before pulling back to ask, “You think you can take one more?”
I couldn’t get the words out between my moans and breathy pleas. I probably sounded ridiculous, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. My entire body was shaking with need. Luckily, he seemed to hear what he needed to and pushed a third finger into me, his wrist shifting as he did, causing his fingers to brush against a place inside me that had me lighting up like the Fourth of July.
I screamed at the sensation, and Anders responded with a chuckle. “That would be your prostate.”
“Fuck, do that again,” I begged.
He wrapped his mouth back around my dick and then complied. This time, him hitting that little button combined with the sensation of his warm wet mouth had me shooting instantly down his throat. He took it like a pro, swallowing my release like he was hungry for it. Humming in a way that had my balls unloading more, he was practically milking it out of me, my mind slipping to the edge of unconsciousness.
He pulled off me, slipping his fingers out of me at the same time, and I instantly mourned the loss. But I couldn’t move. I was floating out in the ether somewhere. I heard the cap on thelube flip open again, this time his hand coming to his cock. It was so hard and angry-looking, going almost purple at the tip as he jacked himself in rough, fast strokes. At some point, he moved so he was straddling my waist. The blunt nails of the hand not gripped around his dick, were biting into my chest.
“Open.” He commanded, and my lips parted through no control of my own.
A moment later, he came, hot jets of cum landing in my mouth, over my chin, and across my cheeks. I did my best to lap it up and swallow it down, but I was covered in it. A sight he seemed to enjoy significantly if the grin that now spread across his face was any indicator.
“Fucking perfect.” He growled with a smile.
It was as breathtaking as it always was before he leaned down, locked eyes with me, and ran his tongue up the middle of my chest through our combined releases.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, eyebrows shooting up.
It was one of the hottest sights I’d ever seen. He pulled back with a slurp and brought his mouth to mine, kissing me softly, tenderly even. The taste of us both on his lips was heady. My poor, orgasm-muddled mind was whirling. I clung to him, dragging his chest to mine, our cum sticky between us, but neither of us cared. We just had to be as close to one another as two souls could get, practically fusing every place we touched.
Eventually, he pulled away, leaving a last kiss on my nose. “I brought you breakfast.” He whispered, and it took a moment for it to register. “It’s probably cold now.” He added with a chuckle.
“It’s the thought that counts.”
A moment passed where he just looked at me, gorgeous hazel eyes sparkling in the morning sun. He looked so goddamn happy, and it warmed my soul that I was the one who made him feel that way. That it was me who was so lucky.
But then he said, “All my thoughts are of you, Beck,” and I knew. I knew that he felt lucky, too.
25
BECKHAM
“Rise and shine, sleepy head.”
The chipper voice pulled me from what had been a really good dream. Fortunately, the reality I was waking up to wasn’t too far off. Anders was in the bed with me, like he had been inside my dream, but this Anders was fully clothed and not straddling me.Bummer. He was looking at me like he might kiss me, though, so it wasn’t too bad.
I leaned over to him, stealing the kiss I wanted. He gave it to me, but only momentarily before pulling back.
“Nu-uh, don’t start that. Otherwise, we will spend yet another day in bed.”
“And that would be a bad thing?”
We had barely gotten out of bed in the last four days. We fucked, napped, rinsed and repeated. Occasionally, one of us would sneak downstairs for food or reluctantly leave to use the bathroom. On three, maybe four, occasions, we had gotten up to shower, but at least that we did together, and we’d fucked in there, too. Rutting against one another like we were horny teenagers until we both came undone. I was riding an exhausting and insatiable high, one I was not planning to end anytime soon.But Anders had other ideas. He was already moving from the bed, riffling through drawers and throwing clothes at me.
“What are these for?”
