Page 75 of A Not So Merry Rescue
“You close?”
“Yep.” The word not out of her mouth, her head falls back, and she detonates. Her mouth opens, but her orgasm is silent. While she rides out hers, my own hits, and I pump into her, thrusting my hips once, twice, three times, emptying everything inside the condom. Willa slumps against me, her arms falling and looping around my waist. “That was . . . invigorating. Reckless. Seductive.” She glances at me. “I think you were right.”
“About which part?” I move her, cautious to keep the condom in place. Once she’s off, I remove it carefully, tying it off, dropping it in the plastic bag Willa holds out. She hands over napkins, and we clean up. I didn’t account for the lack of wipes or a wet paper towel. Thank goodness one of us had the wherewithal to think about the cleanup.
She shimmies into her undies, sorting the new ones into two piles. “Once wasn’t enough.” She holds up a bra. “Victoria’s Secret has bigger dressing rooms. What are your thoughts about up against the wall?” There’s a twinkle in her eye, and I love knowing I’m the one who put it there.
“It’s brilliant.” With a huge smile, she takes off her sweatshirt and cami, leaving her naked breasts on display. I can’t resist not touching them. With her left breast cupped in my hand, I reach around for the black and red hearts bra. “Try this one?”
“Sure.”
New kink unlocked: seeing how far I can push Willa to the edge without toppling over by massaging her breasts as she tries on different bras.
Man, this is going to be fun.
21
willa
Two hours later,we leave the mall. I’m sated and hyped up on the three orgasms Beckett doled out between the two dressing rooms. I’m also the proud new owner of three new bras and a weekly set of underwear.
There was something so thrilling about what we did. Knowing people were on the other side of the door as his dick was inside me was an experience I won’t ever forget. Though they were both fast and furious, I’ve never participated in anything as sensual, sexy, or hot. Had he tried to convince me to go for a third time, I could have been persuaded. There’s got to be a store in the mall selling condoms.
On the way back to Winterberry, I interrogate, “What else is on your agenda for tonight? Were you able to get out of whatever it was you needed to?”
While I tried on different bras, when he wasn’t driving me insane bringing the third orgasm by massaging my breasts, he was on his phone.
“I have to make one quick stop at the bed-and-breakfast to help my brother-in-law, and I promised you a tour. Have you decided on dinner yet? Chili at my parents,” he reminds.
Which I had forgotten he’d mentioned it this morning.Between lunch and covert sexual acts, his invitation got buried in my mind. As much as I’m not sure I’m ready for his parents to meet me, I have little to lose. Also, I heard the hope in his voice this morning. He’s optimistic I’ll join him. I can do this for him. Not in exchange for everything he’s done for me, but as a bonus.
“I accept. Though perhaps a change of clothes is in order.” I didn’t bother putting my underwear back on. Not with how soaked they were. My hair’s more of a disheveled mess, courtesy of Beckett’s fingers. I tried my best to tame it, but it was no use. Wearing the evidence of our tryst like a badge of honor out of the mall is one thing. In front of his parents is another level.
“Dinner is at six-thirty. My errand at the B and B shouldn’t take more than an hour, less if I’m lucky, but we should probably hold off on round three until after dinner. I want to take my time with you, not have to rush to shower and get dressed.”
I thought sex with Elias was good, the best I’d ever had, for sure. The best I’d ever have, I assumed. While he won’t ever be truly replaced, sex with Beckett is showing me what I was missing out on. It’s addicting, and as much as I want to get my fill, the more we do it, the harder it will be to give it up. To accept it’s over.
“I think hot cocoa should be added for tonight. And cake. Definitely cake.”
“Sure. However, Mom will have some kind of dessert, too. Probably not cake, but something festive.”
“Clem made sure I knew vacation calories don’t count.”
“And think how many you’re working off. Tonight, too. Anticipate little sleep.”
“But isn’t tomorrow a busy day? Don’t you need sleep?”
“The festivities don’t start until later in the day. After tonight’s stop, everything will be in place. We’ll sleep in.”
“We will, will we?”
Beckett peeks over at me. “After what I have planned, you’ll be too exhausted not to sleep in.” He smirks, and damn if it doesn’t send shivers down my spine at the mere suggestion ofsex with him. Of being up all night. Of being so thoroughly fucked, I’m exhausted.
I rub my thighs together. Apparently, three orgasms at the mall aren’t quite enough of a fill.
“Willa, meet Lenny and Heidi. This is Willa,” Beckett introduces once we’re inside the front door of the B and B. He towers over his sister by a foot, but only a few inches taller than her husband.
Lenny holds out his hand for me to shake, but his sister pulls me into a hug.
