Page 71 of Begin Again Again

He swallowed, his tongue thick against his teeth. “Once you’re tied down, maybe I’ll walk around the other side of the frame and stick my cock in your mouth. Make you clean it. Then it’s probably time for the boys to take a turn.”

Beth shuddered. She was moving faster now, working, shifting his fingers to where she needed him. He closed his eyes and tried to see them in the house where he’d tied her up. “I’m gonna watch while they fuck you and when they’re done, I’ll be ready to go again. You’ll like that, won’t you?”

Beth gave a high keening moan, and he felt her muscles clamping, pulling him deeper inside of her. He exhaled, so close to coming in his pants, it hurt. “You almost done?”

“Yeah,yes.”

“That’s so fucking slutty,” he said through gritted teeth. “But that’s why you’re letting me do this to you, isn’t it? Because you’re a little slut?”

“Yes, god, yes. Please more, please more, please more?!”

“Shut your mouth and feel me. That’s a good little—”

She came. He felt it. She closed around his fingers, almost sobbing as she ground hard against his thumb. He held her tight, letting her do what she needed to, ignoring his own painful erection. Long seconds passed as Beth pressed her face to his chest, breathing hard. Somewhere in the trees, a cat hissed.

“Oh my god,” Beth whispered. “That wasamazing.”

Byron gently removed his fingers from her pussy. The earthy smell of cunt flooded the air, making him dizzy. He rubbed his hand on the back of his t-shirt, wondering what the fuck he’d just done.

“That was amazing,” Beth repeated, sounding more like herself again.

“Glad to hear it.”

She stretched, sighing luxuriously, then looked at him. “Can I do something for you?”

“You already did.”

“I mean it.”

“So do I.” Byron kissed her gently. “Maybe send me some more pictures.”

Beth laughed, happy and high. She was somewhere without him now. Some easy place. He could still try and join her. But even as he considered asking her to do something to him, the urge ebbed away. What he wanted was to go home, listen to music and replay what he and Beth just did with his hand around his cock. “Can I get you an Uber?” he asked.

Beth sat back, eyebrows creasing. He’d said it too fast. She’d come barely thirty seconds ago and he was already hustling her off. “Sorry. It’s just I’ve got a dead leg and it’s late…”

He was making this worse. He shut his mouth, trying to figure out how to fix this.

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.” Beth stood gingerly. She grasped the edge of the castle and let out a low whistle. “God, my legs are fucked.”

She leaned against the frame, bending and straightening her knees. Blood rushed to Byron’s thighs, the relief undercut by his utter embarrassment. He’d pushed her away. He wasn’t that guy. Even before Audrey, he’d never been that guy. He and Derek talked about it all the time, not being the guys that got reddit threads written about what dogs they were. He tried to treat girls the way he’d want Sal to be treated and what he’d just done—he wouldn’t want Sal to be treated like that. He stood, pulling Beth into his arms. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” She let him hold her, but her body was stiff. She stepped back, pulling out her phone. “I’ll grab myself a Lyft.”

“Let—”

“It’s okay. I’ve got it.” Her screen lit up. “Will you wait with me until it comes?”

“Of course.”

There was little to say after that. Byron booked his own car and they walked to the road together. He’d have suggested a joint ride, but they were ages apart. He studied Beth’s calm, thoughtful expression. What the hell was she thinking? “Much on for tomorrow?” he asked.

She turned to him, surprised. Probably by how shit the question was. “Oh, just going for a run. Doing some work.”

“You work on Saturdays?”

She shook her head, a half-smile on her lips. “I’m not doing work-work. I’m trying to build a treatment for a new podcast.”

“Oh, yeah. You said you had a podcast already?”

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