Broken Wings (Dark Legacy #1)(92)
“Oh yeah?” I challenged, my fingers peeling back the elastic of his boxers and revealing Beck’s impressive erection. “Give me five minutes and we’ll reassess who owns whom.”
In all honesty, I was not some sort of blow job goddess with superior sucking powers. I was, however, scarily in tune with Beck’s subtle mood shifts, his body language, his breathing patterns. These were the things that mattered, and I put them to use as my lips closed over the silken head of his cock.
“Fuck,” Beck groaned after a short time. His fingers were tangled in my wild hair, and his grip was guiding me at a pace that seemed to be driving him into madness. “Okay, fine,” he growled, pulling me up before I could get him to come. His hands left my hair, and he grabbed me by the waist, lifting me up as he stood and then dropping me onto my back on his bed. “You win.”
He deftly produced a condom from what seemed to be thin air and rolled it on with practiced ease. Fucking man-whore.
I watched Beck with heavy lidded eyes as he stood at the edge of the raised bed platform. He grinned, confident, then grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him so that my butt was on the edge and my legs were free to wrap around his waist.
“Win what?” I asked, wrinkling my nose in confusion and significantly more interested in watching him position his hard, throbbing cock at my entrance.
His mouth curved in a half grin, and he gave a tiny head shake. “Nothing, never mind.”
Before I could question him further, he thrust deep inside me and all coherent thoughts scattered from my brain like a cloud of startled butterflies. I cried out with pleasure, hooking my ankles together behind his back and pulling him closer. Deeper. Like I couldn’t ever get enough of this man.
Sebastian Roman Fucking Beckett.
“Shit yes,” I gasped as he thrust into me again, and again, and again, fucking me like he was made solely to pleasure me. Again, those warm, fuzzy feelings of genuine affection crept into me but this time, I let them linger. What Beck didn’t know, couldn’t hurt me. Right?
Regardless, I could blame it on the mild concussion, but for a little while as our bodies writhed and moved as one, I let myself wonder what it’d be like to be loved by Beck.
The fantasy didn’t last long, though, because I quickly realized that to love Beck would mean only pain and heartbreak. He seemed to sense the shift in my mood, too, as he unhooked my legs from around his waist and used my ankles to flip me over.
“You better not be daydreaming of anyone but me, Butterfly,” he said on a growl as he let my feet touch the ground before thrusting deep back into me. “Your first thought when you wake up, and your last when you go to sleep had better be about me, and how fucking good it feels to have my dick inside you.”
His words made me gasp, but only for how accurate they already were. More than once since we’d first fucked, I’d found my mind reliving the feel of him inside me. Ugh, fucking Beck was ruining me for all other guys.
My elbows braced on the mattress as Beck’s strong fingers bit into my hips, controlling me as he thrust in and out… claiming me. A deep moan escaped my throat as he pulled me back onto him, then his hands shifted from my hips to my butt cheeks.
“Tell me something truthful, Butterfly,” he said, his breath short as his palms gripped my ass.
“Like what?” I replied in a breathy gasp. The tip of his cock was nudging my g-spot and I was tense all over in anticipation of my orgasm.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked with an edge of raw desire. His thumb brushed over that rather taboo area, and I squeaked with panic. A dark chuckle came from Beck as his thumb circled my ass once more before returning safely to my hip. “I take that as a no.”
“No,” I confirmed, feeling my face flaming red but also knowing my pussy was clenched tight and my whole body was flooded with an arousal I’d never experienced before.
Beck hummed a contented sound as he resumed his motions, but didn’t try and push the issue any further. “Not yet, anyway,” he murmured. His hand snaked around underneath me and played my clit like his damn guitar, sending me over the edge into a screaming climax that was loud enough to wake the dead.
24
The next time I woke, the room was washed in dull light, and it was too warm. I kicked the blanket off, and pulled myself out of bed, desperate to pee. When I was done, I looked around the huge room, and a wave of loneliness tugged at my center. I already missed waking up with Beck.
Deciding that I needed a little exercise, I left his room and strolled along the hall to go downstairs.
I heard them before I saw them, laughter and the clinking of plates. When that snort-laugh of Jasper’s registered, my feet picked up the pace, and I all but burst into the kitchen.
Four sets of eyes turned to me, and I didn’t even care that I was only dressed in Beck’s shirt, with a sports bra and panties underneath. The Henley was long enough to cover me to mid-thigh anyway. I barely caught Beck’s resigned glare before Evan jumped to his feet.
“Spare!” he shouted.
He swept me into his arms, and I relaxed against him, relieved to see all of the guys together in one room. Mostly uninjured. “Been worried about you,” he murmured close to my ear.
I gave him an extra squeeze, and then wiggled to get down. Jasper was next, and while he moved a little gingerly, he didn’t hesitate to lift me as well, his strong arms solid around my back. “I saw your race,” he said when he dropped me to the ground. “You drive like a fucking wet dream, baby girl.”