Page 66 of The Hallows Boys

He pulls back a little, then slides back in, making me shout. “I don’t know which one feels fucking better, you or Sage.”

Then he speeds his hips up, thrusting into me lovingly as he chases his release. Pushing my face into the bed, I moan every time the head of his cock hits me deep and pulls back, stroking my prostate.

He reaches around, grabbing my hand and pulling it from my cock, throwing it to the side like it’s offended him. “Don’t come. I want you in my throat.”

Fucking me faster, he slaps his hand down on my ass on every other thrust. I move with him, pleasure spreading through me like wildfire as I push back into him to meet his thrusts. The pressure builds so big inside of me, like a bomb waiting to detonate.

“Becks,” I cry out. “I’m going to come.”

He moves faster, harder, more chaotically. Pounding into me, he squeezes my hips with his big hands. “Don’t come, Vin. I’m almost there, baby, hold it off.”

I suck down a breath, willing the fire in my balls to burn slower, even as his dick swells inside my ass, pulsing as he starts to come.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck me,” he chants, slapping his hips against my ass as he rides his climax to the end. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

The second he comes down and his hips have stilled, he pulls from inside me and flips me over with both hands, sliding my cock through his lips and down into his throat.

It only takes two swipes of his tongue, and I go off, exploding into his mouth, my whole body trembling with the force. He reaches around, pressing two fingers inside of me as I come, making black dots take over my vision as I buck my hips against him. He swallows around my shaft, thrusting his fingers inside me as his cheeks hollow out and he sucks down my cum. My back arches, pressing my cock deep into his throat until he’s gagging around me.

He keeps swallowing though, over and over, sending sparks of pleasure to my balls so intensely that I yell.

When my dick has gone soft, he pulls his fingers from my ass. Rolling his tongue around my shaft, he slides from me and stands up to fall down on the bed next to me. We both heave, our chests rising and falling chaotically, so hard that the bed shakes with us. He turns to look at me, his mouth spreading into a grin.

I just nod, agreeing with his smile the only way my brain can figure out how to.

We lie together, breathing and calming down, and once my chest is rising and falling at a normal speed again, I turn onto my side to look at him. He meets my gaze, and I feel safe. Safer than I do anywhere else.

Beckham is my safe place, my best friend, my ride or die, and my soulmate all wrapped into one.

I sigh, my lips pulling down into a frown. “I can’t stop thinking about Sage.”

He nods, threading a hand into my hair. “Me neither.”

ChapterTwenty-Seven

SAGE

School goes about the same the following day, the feeling of routine starting to make me feel numb. School is starting to feel so pointless, and it’s not a feeling I’m used to. Sage Lindman was once the girl that thrived in a school setting; she loved to learn and spent evenings doing extracurriculars to pad her transcripts.

But in Blackmore, I have yet to fill my time with anything besides hunting down secrets.

I groan, leaning against a locker to my right as Juliet deposits her books into her locker.

She looks at me, her eyebrow pulling up in curiosity. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I’m bored!” I stomp my foot. “I used to be so busy in Cali, but here, I just walk around school like a zombie, then go home and sit there.”

She closes her locker. “Okay? So find something to do.”

I curl my lip. “Thanks for the tip.”

She laughs, then her gaze travels behind me. “There’s something you can do.”

I turn, following her line of sight to find a group of girls dressed in cheer uniforms, all huddled around someone’s locker. “Didn’t you used to cheer in L.A.? Go join the team.”

I sigh, looking back at her. “It’s November. Tryouts are long over.”

She narrows her eyes. “Okay? But you just got here, so go talk to Coach Steele and see if she has a spot for you. Worth a shot, right?”

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