Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I moan, crushing my mouth to his before he pulls away again.
“Or, I could fuck you right here again this tree.”
I whimper as our lips come together again, our bodies grinding against each other’s. I can feel his thick cock throbbing against my stomach through his jeans, and I’m sure he can feel how warm and wet I am through my skirt.
“Porter…” I murmur.
“Won’t care. Believe me.”
I shake my head. “I still have to wrap my head around this whole thing.”
“This whole thing of both of us wanting you?”
I nod, and Beckett leans down to kiss me softly.
“He’s out late tonight anyways. Staff meeting and then he’s meeting some old buddies for drinks.”
I bite my lip, looking up into Beckett’s gorgeous eyes, and feeling his rock-hard body press against mine so enticingly. And it’s weird, because it is different with him versus Porter. With Porter, it was like this illicit, naughty, forbidden tryst. With Beckett, it’s just as hot, and just as thrilling, and turns me on just as much, it’s just different. With him, hidden here in this little glade of trees after curfew, it feels like the kind of sneaking around I should be doing at eighteen.
“I’m taking you home with me, Kempton,” he growls, his eyes flashing. And the second he says it, I melt into him, my lips brushing his.
“Okay.”
He groans as he kisses me slow and deep, pinning me to the tree before he pulls away and takes my hand.
“C’mon.”
* * *
I’m at my professor’s house.
Okay, technically, it’s the luxury apartment he shares with Beckett in downtown Southworth, right on the water. But still. It’s strange to walk into this place. Stranger still considering the past few days and what’s happened with both of them.
But the second the door closes, I forget all of that confusion, because the second it does, Beckett’s pulling me into his arms and kissing me fiercely. I moan into his lips, clinging to his shirt as we tumble into the living room. He groans as my tongue seeks his, both of us stumbling over the floor until we fall onto the couch.
I slide onto him, kissing him madly as his big hands slide over me. One slips down between us, and I don’t even make a single move to stop him as his fingers slide under my skirt to tease against my soaked panties.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, stroking one thick finger up and down my lips through my panties. “So fucking wet for me.”
His fingers push my panties to the side, and when he curls a finger into me, I moan as I grab his face and kiss him eagerly. My hands go to his shirt, half tearing open the buttons. He slips his hand from under my skirt just enough to yank my tank top off, and when he peels away my bra and tosses it aside along with his own shirt, we moan as we come together, bare skin to bare skin. My sensitive pink nipples drag over his broad, muscled chest, his abs rippling against me as his big cock strains at his jeans.
My skirt comes off in a rush, followed by his jeans, and I moan at the sight of the huge bulge in his boxers. Earlier with Porter was incredible, but I’ve been dying for more ever since. I’ve been dying to be taken again, and truly fucked and filled like both of them did the night before.
Beckett growls as he yanks my panties down my legs. I stand to aid him, my feet on the couch on either side of his legs as he slides them down, letting me step out of them. His hands slide up to my ass, grabbing it possessively, and I cry out as he pulls me against his mouth. I moan, clutching his hair in my hands as he tongues my bare pussy eagerly, making me squeal. I tremble against him, shamelessly rocking my hips against his wicked tongue as he curls it around my clit and slides it deep between my lips. I can feel my honey dripping down my thighs and his chin, and when I feel him shift to shove his boxers down, I only moan louder, knowing what’s coming next.
He gives me one last teasing lick with his incredible tongue, leaving me gasping and hanging on the edge before he pulls me down into his lap. His mouth finds mine, wet with my arousal, and I kiss him eagerly, tasting myself as I feel him ease his thick cock head against my swollen, slick pussy.
“I know Porter only gave you a little taste earlier,” he growls. “I know you came so good for him, but I also know you’ve been dying to get fucked like a bad girl all day, haven’t you?”
I moan into his lips, nodding eagerly as he starts to pull me down onto him.