Black Ties and White Lies(60)

“After?” My hips begin to work against him. I’m so wet that I glide over him effortlessly. If I lined us up perfectly, it’d only take one movement of my hips to slide down on him.

He kisses my neck. His tongue massaging the parts his teeth nip at. It seems like this is how it’ll be with Beck. He’s hard and then soft, punishing before he pleasures. It makes my head spin with bliss. It’s like I’m high without ever touching a drug.

His breath is hot on my neck when he pulls away slightly. “Yes, after. After tonight. After we leave this hotel room. This can’t be just a tonight thing. I’ll go absolutely mad if I don’t get to fucking make a home out of your pussy—out of you—every god damn day from now until forever.”

My insides clench at his words. God, they’re so beautiful. I don’t know how his words can be so dirty yet also be so poetic.

“Beck,” I moan. I’m desperate for him. His cock presses against my entrance, just enough to have me needing more. I want him terribly. I need him desperately.

He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, rubbing the tip of himself through my wetness. The feeling against my sensitive clit has me moaning in ecstasy. When he pulls away cold air meets the wet spot left by his mouth. “Margo,” he says, his tone warning.

“Hm?” I rock my hips against him. Every time I think I’ll be able to slide myself over him, to slide him in me, he shifts his hips away from me and stops me from taking exactly what I want.

“Swear to me that you won’t deprive me again. Tell me that sweet little cunt of yours is as desperate for me as I am it. Swear to me that after we leave this hellhole it’ll still be mine. Promise me you’ll still be mine tomorrow.”

I sit down deeper, pressing the head of his cock against my clit. Swiveling my hips, I grab his face and make him look at me. “Only if you’ll beg for it,” I tease, reminiscing on how he made me beg. I won’t actually make him beg, but it’s fun to pretend.

His eyes flash with desire. He smiles widely. “You can bring me to my knees any time you want, Margo. Matter of fact, I think I’ve been on them from the moment we met.”

“Not the moment we met,” I remind him. He’d apparently lost memory of the time we met at his family’s vacation home, when I’d regrettably been on Carter’s arm instead of his.

He pulls us down, our bodies colliding with soft comforter. “From the very first fucking moment.”





I don’t give her time to ask any questions. The words slipped from my mouth before I could think better of them.

With her on top of me, I grab her hips, no longer letting her take the lead. She’d had her fun when she’d rubbed her wetness up and down my straining cock. It’d taken everything in me not to push inside and slam into her. I’ve never wanted to get lost in someone else as much as I want to lose myself in her.

Her pussy had squeezed my finger when I’d been licking her. She’d clenched around me, showing how tight she was. I could feel how wet she is against the tip of my cock, but I want to make sure she’s nice and prepared for me. When I slide in her, I won’t be able to restrain myself. When I finally enter her, I need to know that pussy is as ready for me as it ever will be.

I grab her by the hips, pulling her entire body up my own.

Her hands fall to my chest. “What are you doing?”

“I want to get you nice and primed for my cock.”

She squirms, rubbing her arousal up and down me. I love how much the words I use affect her. It’s hot as fuck how I don’t even need to touch her and she’s hot and needy for me. “I am ready. I need you, Beck.”

I growl. I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to do anything else but memorize every god dam perfect inch of her. I could spend eternity inside her, making sure to remind her while she may have been with men before me, there’s no fucking chance there’ll be another man after me.

“I need you too. More than I’ve ever needed anything. But I want to make you ready so you can take all of me.”

Her hips buck at the same moment she moans loudly. “I can take it. Please, Beck.”

“Fuck, Margo, I love it when you beg.”

“Then fuck me.”

The push and pull between us is almost as hot as the moans that fall from her lips. Our verbal sparring just as much foreplay as my tongue against her clit or my cock buried in her mouth.

“I have every intention of fucking you, baby. You can count on that. But first, you’re going to fuck my face until I can’t breathe anything in except you.”

My words make her pause, her hips no longer rocking back and forth. Her lips part. “What?”

My hands fall the small of her waist, lifting and pulling her at the same time. “I want you to sit on my face,” I say slowly.

She shakes her head, her eyes wide. “I can’t. I mean I’ve never—”

I lick my lips, looking down at her pussy that’s getting closer to where I want it. “Even more of a reason to bring it to me. I’ll prove to you just how much it’s fucking mine.”

She watches me hesitantly. “Are you sure?”

“That’s a terrible question. Of course I’m fucking sure.”

I yank her up my body, lining my mouth with her swollen, wet pussy. My tongue runs over my bottom lip. It hasn’t been long since I last tasted her, yet I still feel fucking starved.