Black Ties and White Lies(115)

I muster my last bit of wits, loving having him grovel on his knees for me too much to stop just yet.

“Fuck, you’re so turned on I can smell you,” he notes. His fingertips press into my inner thighs as he keeps my legs wide open for him.

“Can I make you feel good now? Tell me yes. Tell me I can apologize by making you come all over my face. I’m fucking starved for you.”

My resolve breaks. My head nods up and down eagerly as I push my legs open even wider. In the process, my knee knocks into a half-eaten package of Twizzlers, the package falling to the ground with a loud smack.

To my dismay, his focus goes from between my legs to the package of Twizzlers on the ground. I’m irrationally pissed off at a package of candy, mad that it’s taken his attention from me.

“When you said you’ve been taking care of your needs, please tell me it meant eating food with actual nutritional value and not these terrible things.” He picks up one of the red swirled candies, the piece hanging limply in his hand as he shakes it in the air.

I roll my lips together, trying to hide the smile on my face. “I think I ate a sandwich at one point.”

An aggravated growl passes through his lips. He sits back on his haunches, pinning me with a disapproving stare. “Margo, you can’t live on Twizzlers. Plus, they’re disgusting. I don’t know how you love those things.”

Shrugging, I run my hand over the inside of my thigh to bring his attention back to what he’d started. I need to feel him desperately. I’m close to promising him I’d never have the candy again if he’d just seal his mouth to my clit and ensure I see stars.

“They’re delicious,” I argue. “Maybe you should try them.”

He shakes his head, looking down at the candy in his hand. “Nev—” His words break off randomly. Slowly, a smirk spreads over his lips. “Well, maybe I do know how to make them more enjoyable.”

My eyebrows knit together on my forehead as I try to figure out what the hell he’s saying.

“Can we maybe stop talking and hating on my favorite candy and you know get back to what we started?”

His lack of a response has me opening my mouth to keep talking. “Less talking, more licking,” I demand.

“Whatever you say,” he drawls. Thank god he rises once again, his hot breath hitting my inner thigh.

My eyes flutter shut in eager anticipation of finally feeling his mouth against me.

The lightest of pressure around my knee has my eyes widening. I open them to find his mouth lined up perfectly with me, all while he traces the fucking Twizzler against my sensitive flesh.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He focuses on watching the path he traces with the candy. “You told me I should try it. So I’m going to try it.”

Before I can ask him what his words mean, he circles my swollen clit with the end of the candy.

“I didn’t mean—” My words get cut off when he rubs it through my wetness, coating it in me. I watch him, way more turned on than I should be, when he sticks the Twizzler in his mouth. His teeth dig into it, tearing a piece of the vine—the part that he just coated in me—and begins to chew.

“You’re right. It’s delicious.” He throws the piece of the candy to the side, apparently done with it. “But still not as delicious as my girl.”

Finally, his tongue licks me up and down. He holds me to his mouth despite my squirming. And then Beck takes his time apologizing to me, pulling two orgasms from me before coming up for air.

“Beck,” I pant, moving my hips against the table. My body already feels spent, but I don’t care. I need to feel him inside of me. “I need you. Now.”

I’m done with his apologies. Now I want him to get rough with me and make up for it by making love to me.

He pulls away, kissing the inside of my thigh tenderly before he stands up. His hands are quick at pulling off the different layers of his clothing that shield his perfect body from me.

Buttons fly to the ground as he rips his shirt open a little too gruffly. They make little tings as they all fall to the floor. “I’ve missed you so much,” he confesses, pulling his arms from his sleeves and discarding it.

I’m not shy by looking at his taut, perfect muscles. Everything about him is mine. I still can’t believe it.

“I missed you too,” I tell him as he steps between my legs, his body completely naked. My hand snakes between us, not wasting time by teasing him and going straight to wrapping around his heavy length.

He only allows my hand to pump up and down his length a few times before he’s pushing my hands away. Before I can even protest, he leans close to my ear and nips at my tender skin. “As much as I want to draw this out, I fucking can’t. I need to be inside you—immediately.”

I nod against him, bucking my hips in an attempt to line his cock up with me. His shirt slips down my shoulders. If I wanted to waste time, I’d pull my arms from the holes and shed the shirt completely, but I don’t want to waste another second without him being inside me. “We have the rest of our lives to take it slow, Beck. Fuck me,” I plead. “Remind me how I am yours and you are mine.”

“Gladly,” he says through clenched teeth. Without warning, he shoves himself inside me, a pained sigh falling from his lips as he sheaths as much of himself in me as he can fit.