Off Base(17)

There’s no one in the world like this guy. “I like it hard.” Her voice wavered. “Slam me down. Use my body to jack yourself off.”

His eyes closed briefly before they opened and scorched a path over her breasts, belly, thighs. “You can’t be real. You can’t be.”

Even though she’d instructed him, Kenna wasn’t prepared for what followed. With the flesh of her bottom clenched in his hands, he impaled her on his unforgiving hardness, again and again. It started at a testing pace but grew almost out of control. Her teeth rattled inside her mouth with each life-affirming impact. Beck watched her through eyes at half-mast, eyes that glittered with so much pent-up lust, it staggered her. He tilted his hips, satisfaction conquering his expression when she moaned loud enough to shake the windows. Unbelievable. He was searching for her pleasure when this should have been about him. His first time. With the unimaginable sensations blasting her, she couldn’t find the same selflessness. No, she’d never needed relief so badly.

She held her fingers over Beck’s mouth. “Lick them.” When he did as she asked, his tongue stroking her fingertips like their taste was incomparable, Kenna almost climaxed then and there. No more waiting. As Beck continued to slam her down on his erection, Kenna found her clit and with two rough circles of her middle finger, she pushed over into oblivion. “Yes, yes, yes.” Oh holy shit, her legs spasmed violently on the armrests, moisture flooding over the spot her body joined with Beck’s. “So good, Beck. You’re so good.”

A surprised whimper escaped her lips as he rose from the chair and flipped her over. No sooner had her back met the leather seat than her legs were secured over Beck’s shoulders. A savage drive of his length into her still-contracting core stole a scream from her throat.

“Beck!”

Anguish infiltrated the sexual urgency on his face. “Am I hurting you?”

“N-no. Keep going, keep going.”

Wet flesh slapped together as he gripped her ankles where they rested on either side of his head and thrust. Thrust so hard Kenna knew she’d feel it for a week. “Scream, then,” he growled in her ear, hips starting to pump at a brutal pace. “If it doesn’t hurt, then scream.”

She had no choice as another orgasm shuddered through her middle at Beck’s unexpected aggression. More, more. She couldn’t get enough. Wanted to be made to take everything he had to give. “That’s right,” she breathed, barely able to hear herself over the roaring pulse in her ears. “No holding back. Take out the frustration on me. In me.”

“Jesus. Stop, Kenna.” His fingers dug into her ankles. “I don’t want this to end, but you’re making it so damn hard.”

She responded with words even she couldn’t comprehend. Again. He was going to make her come again, and she simultaneously wanted no part of it while needing it more than life itself.

“You like it hard, darlin’? I should have known.” She clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth around a groan. “Leading me around by the cock with your sinner’s body. Taking your tits out when I can’t suck them. Bad girl.” He bore down, grinding their joined bodies together. “Use your body to jack myself off? What do you think I’ll be doing every time I touch myself for the rest of my f*cking life? Thinking about you with your legs spread, asking to see my aching dick. Thinking about what those little red panties cover.”

He drove home his point by ripping the half-shredded thong from her body, tossing it aside. Kenna couldn’t see or think or process anything but the raging pleasure drowning her. She dug her nails into his pumping ass—hard—feeling the skin break and merely digging deeper. Her body tightened and twisted, overcome by a tumult of lust so strong she couldn’t breathe. It poured through her shaking limbs, gathered in her belly and broke free.

Beck filled what little vision she had, head thrown back as he rammed himself deep one last time and went flying right along with her. “Oh, Christ. Kenna. Kenna.” The sight of such a robust giant of a man trembling imprinted itself on her brain, never to fade. Neither would the weight of him as he fell forward, gathering her close and whispering in her ear, out of breath. “So beautiful. You know you’re so beautiful and sweet, right, Kenna? I didn’t mean those bad things I said. I just—”

Heart thudding double time in her chest, she covered his mouth with one hand. “Nothing we do or say together is wrong.” When his furrowed brow began to ease in degrees, she removed her hand. “You were amazing, True Blue. That’s kind of an epic understatement, actually, but my brain has left the building.”

When color flared in his cheekbones, something shifted inside Kenna. Something sharp and boulder-sized. It alarmed her so much, she jolted beneath Beck’s huge frame. Before she could scramble away, he scooped her up in his arms and stood. Without instructing him where her bedroom was located, he found it on the first try, nudging the door open with his foot. He didn’t bother turning on the light, but laid her down with exaggerated gentleness in the center of her queen-sized bed, which was laughable since he’d just full-on screwed her brains out. But she couldn’t manage a laugh around the panic when he climbed into bed with her.

“Y-you’re staying?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but his breath feathered over her lips. “And I wouldn’t advise asking me to leave when I’m feeling this way.”