He laughed against my neck. “I guess I’m going to have to do better.”
It sounded like a promise, and I was too far gone to do anything but collect.
He kissed his way across my jaw. “Open your eyes.”
I hadn’t even known they were closed.
He held my gaze while he licked the seam of my mouth. “This time I’m going to fuck you. That okay, cupcake?”
“Um… yep. Yes.” I wanted that. I was pretty sure that was going to feel good.
He closed his mouth over mine, and I opened for him, meeting the sweep of his tongue with strokes of my own, moaning when he teased my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
My pussy throbbed, an orgasm sparking to life at my center thanks both to what Dane had done to me earlier and to what Beck was doing to me now, his tongue hot and demanding in my mouth, his fingers teasing my nipple to a hard bud.
“We’re going to get naked,” Beck murmured against my lips. “This time I want to see all of you.”
The thought of being naked, of being skin-to-skin with him was enough to make me breathless. “Okay.”
He reached for the hem of my tank top. “This goes first.”
He pulled it over my head and lowered his gaze to my tits. “Jesus, cupcake, look at those tits. Fucking perfect.”
He took one of my tits in each of his hands, cupping them in his big palms, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. I thought I would die with pleasure when he lowered his head to close his mouth around one of them.
A long moan escaped my lips as he sucked, and I pushed my hands into his hair like I’d been dreaming of doing since he appeared in my doorway.
He flicked my nipple with his tongue, his hot breath bringing goose bumps to the surface of my skin. “This feel good, cupcake?”
I closed my eyes while he sucked. “Yes.”
“Good.” He reached for one of my hands and guided it to his dick, rigid in his jeans. “It makes me feel good to make you feel good.”
A surge of wet heat rushed to my cunt at the feel of his engorged shaft under my palm. I rubbed while he sucked my tit and he lifted his head with a groan.
“I need you out of those little shorts.” He let go of my tits and held my face between his hands, his eyes burning into mine in the moment before he kissed me.
This wasn’t the long, slow kiss he’d delivered at the bakery. This was fire and pressure and need, and I let him drive me back to the bed, his tongue probing my mouth with urgent strokes, his hands firm against my face, like he was trying to make sure I didn’t vanish into thin air.
I stopped moving when the back of my knees hit the bed.
“Lay down, cupcake.” I sat on the edge of the bed and was surprised when he barked out a more demanding order. “I said lay down. I want to see you spread out for me.”
I lay back on the bed, strangely thrilled by the command in his voice. I’d never taken myself for someone who wanted to be ordered around in bed.
Now I wasn’t so sure.
He reached for the waistband of my sleep shorts and peeled them off with my underwear, then tossed them aside.
“Fuck me, cupcake.” He stared down at me, naked lust flaring in his eyes. “I’m going to eat you up.”
He knelt at my feet and pushed my thighs apart before reaching for my knees.
I squealed in surprise when he pulled me to the edge of the bed, then closed my eyes with a gasp when he ran his thumb through my folds.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “And get up on your elbows so you can see me eat this sweet little pussy.”
My entire body was humming as I propped myself on my elbows. I usually had sex in the dark, replaced my mediocrelovers with someone more proficient in my imagination in an effort to get off.