Broken Wings (Dark Legacy #1)(58)
Beck took advantage of my open mouth, grabbing me by the back of the neck and claiming my lips in a rough, possessive kiss which left me panting and begging for more.
The bruises around my throat ached where he held me, but it was just adding to the whole fucked up situation. Once again, the idea I needed therapy crossed my mind because fuck me if the pain of his hands on my bruises wasn’t turning me on even harder.
“Beck...” I started to say, but my brain short circuited as his lips made their way down my body. He kissed lightly over my bruised throat and ribs, sucked at my nipples until I cried out, then dragged his tongue down my belly. His strong hands gripped my thighs, forcing them apart and I gave up even trying to reclaim dominance.
I was done. Done lying to myself that his alpha male bullshit didn’t push all my buttons in the best possible way. If he wanted to go down on me as a sign he was in charge, who the fuck was I to complain?
Dropping back onto the bed, I twisted my fingers in the thick sheets as Beck’s hot breath teased at my lady bits. He shifted his weight, freeing up one hand to use. He stroked his fingers across my flesh, playing with me before he followed with his tongue.
Hot spikes of sheer pleasure zapped through me as his mouth met my throbbing clit, and I moaned my encouragement. He knew what he was fucking doing, but there was no space in my brain for jealousy over his past lovers. It was just us now. Somehow, deep down, I knew this was different from his casual fucks. We were different.
“Fuck, Beck,” I panted, my hands coming to his head and gripping on tight while he slid two fingers inside me. It was the perfect complement to what his tongue was doing to my clit and nerve endings all through me started exploding with sensation. My hips bucked. I couldn’t work out if I was begging for more or begging him to stop, but who the fuck was I kidding? It didn’t matter when Beck was in charge.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathed in a lusty whisper, my back arching as his fingers fucked me in time with his mouth. “Beck, you asshole, I’m going to come way too fast like this.”
He didn’t stop for a second—fucker—but I could feel his smug grin against my pussy as he ramped up the intensity until I was crying out in climax. My thighs tightened around his face, and I needed to force myself to release him as my body shuddered and spasmed through that first, explosive orgasm.
In my defense, it had been too damn long since I’d come with anything other than my rabbit.
“Who says you’re only coming once tonight?” Beck seemed to fucking purr as he kissed my inner thigh then shifted off the bed. For a moment, he just stood there and stared down at me, and I had a fair idea of what he was seeing.
Long hair spread around me like I’d been in a hurricane, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, heavy lidded eyes. My chest was heaving, drawing attention to what Beck had dubbed “great tits.” My legs were still spread apart, and I thanked all sorts of Gods that I didn’t believe in, that I’d maintained my laser hair removal appointments in recent months. It had so been worth bussing tables at that shitty diner for a year to get the funds.
While he stared at me, I looked my fill of him. Without his shirt, and wearing only a pair of jeans, he looked like he’d walked straight off a Calvin Klein photoshoot. If Calvin was into the dark, dangerous, bad boy look. Actually, who fucking cared if Calvin liked it. Riley sure as shit did.
My tongue dragged across my lower lip as I watched his hands fall to his waistband, his fingers working his fly undone, and then the denim dropped to the ground. He still wore black boxer-briefs but they weren’t leaving much to the imagination.
The awe must have been as plain as day on my face, because that asshole smirked and grasped his impressive length through the fabric.
“Birth control?” he asked me in such a casual tone I could have sworn he just asked if I preferred hard or soft cheese.
“Excuse me?” I spluttered.
His smirk spread wider. “Are you on birth control, Butterfly? Although given that response I think I can guess the answer.”
Half pissed off at his cocky attitude and half shocked that he’d even thought to ask, I just shook my head. “No.” I cleared my throat. “I broke up with my ex months ago and with everything since my parents...” I took a deep breath, swallowing past the painful words then just shook my head again. “Taking the pill just hasn’t been on my radar.”
Beck just nodded, like it really didn’t bother him either way. He stepped over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a handful of foil wrapped packets and tossing all but one of them onto the bedside table.
“Uh...” I eyed the extras with interest, then raised a brow at him. I was propped up on my elbows now, but still seriously in a bad position for sass. “Expecting company?” I asked with a small laugh. I’d been joking, but something triggered a dark, dirty part of my brain which I quickly stifled.
Beck took his time before answering. He held my gaze as he stripped off his boxer-briefs and rolled on the condom—almost like he was daring me to break eye contact and ogle his junk.
I mean, obviously the second he glanced away I took a long, hard look. It’s what any female would do in my position.
The mattress dipped as he knelt on it, nudging my legs wider so that he could take the space between them. Space I was all too damn willing to relinquish to him—and his ogle-worthy erection.