It was the single most delicious burning stretch I’d felt in the longest of times. A year, to be exact.
“Open your eyes.” His harsh, ragged words had my eyes lazily sliding open.
I swallowed hard and looked at him, my breath hitching in my chest with each delicious inch I took of him.
“Yeah?” I breathed, looking down to realize that I’d only taken about half of him.
“Look at me, baby,” he ordered again.
I brought my head up, and my eyes locked with his.
“I want to see your eyes as I fill you,” he breathed.
I groaned as I pressed farther down, but never broke the eye contact.
I came to a point with about three-quarters of him inside of me that I wasn’t sure that he was going to fit—which was funny seeing as I knew he would—when he placed his hands on my hips.
“Go back up, then come back down,” he urged.
I licked my lips, following his instructions, and realized that I had to get him slick with me. Then he’d slide right in.
We repeated this process until finally he slid all the way inside.
“Oh yes,” I breathed, unable to hold his gaze anymore as my head fell backward and my eyes stared blankly at the sky.
The palm of his hand smoothed down the length of my chest, his thumb and pinky spread wide so that each of them brushed against my nipples as his hand moved.
I groaned, causing him to chuckle.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
His words had me leaning forward and pressing my lips to his.
His hands moved to my ass and moved me even farther forward, urging me to move.
I did, slowly rocking along against him.
And each time I moved forward, my clit would drag along his pubic hair, making my already sensitive clit jolt higher and higher.
“God,” he whispered against my mouth. “This, exactly, is what I’ve missed for an entire year. You in my arms. My cock inside of you. Your mouth on mine. And not necessarily all of those things at once. I can’t tell you how many times I just needed a fuckin’ Beckham hug.”
I stopped, his cock half in, half out of me, and leaned up with my hands planted in his chest.
“I missed looking at your face. I missed talking to you when I had a problem. I missed bitching to you about my day. I missed your awesome hugs that always made everything all right. I missed the kisses just because. I missed everything about you, Troup,” I told him. “I missed you so much that I stayed awake at night, dreaming of this moment right here.”
He rolled us until I was on my back, and his cock was once again fully inside of me.
“Everything about you is my dream, Beckham,” he whispered. “Seeing your face. Touching your hair. I knew you meant a lot to me, but I had no idea that leaving you would feel like a knife straight to my soul. I’ve felt like a piece of me was missing for a year. And I seriously dislike that feeling.”
I pulled his head down so that his forehead rested against mine.
“Troup…”
He started moving again, and I groaned.
The new angle, paired with his huge cock somehow getting deeper, made me forget for a little bit about our words.
I was about to tell him I loved him. Again really, since I told him when he left for Colorado. I didn’t say it often, but he knew.
Just like I knew that he loved me.
He just doesn’t say the words very often.
But there was time later.
Now was just for feeling.
“I want it from behind,” I whispered into his ear. “I want you behind me, pounding…”
He pulled out fast, jerking himself up to his knees.
I gasped because just as suddenly, I found myself flipped over onto my stomach. Then my knees were under me as he hiked my legs up so that my ass was in the air.
Then he was once again sliding his cock deep inside of me.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, moving so that his body took mine, fast and hard.
His hands were on my hips, pulling me back into him at the same time he thrust forward.
It was a hard and brutal pace, and before long, I realized that I wasn’t going to last long, despite just coming.
“Baby,” I whined, my hand going to my clit. “I need to come.”
He growled, his hands on my hips tightening.
“Good, because I’m so close it hurts,” he rumbled.
All it took was three swirls of my clit, and I was falling over the edge.
My orgasm overwhelmed me, taking me over so that that it was hard to breathe.
His grunt of release followed my own, and I had the swift, harsh realization that I wished I’d been able to experience this particular feeling with him not having to wear a condom.
But, being nineteen, I knew that that was one risk that neither one of us needed to take.
When he finally came to a stop inside of me, his cock was still twitching, and I had no muscle control to remain upright.
When I dropped down tiredly to my stomach, he came dislodged with a grunt.
I looked at him over my shoulder as he lay down beside me, his hot cock laying sideways across my ass.
He reached over and tapped something over my head, and that was when I realized that his phone was sitting right there.
“Oh, I forgot about that,” I said, remembering that at some point, I’d completely forgotten it.
When had I even put it down?
He pressed another button and our bodies filled the screen.
We watched in silence for a few long minutes, replaying everything that’d just happened in fine detail.
“I didn’t realize that you’d actually recorded it,” I murmured softly.
His grin was wicked.
“I know. That’s what made it even hotter,” he said. “This shot right here.” He moved the phone toward me. At some point he’d slid it between my legs as he was taking me from behind.
The new angle was close to my pussy, about a foot away, and he was pounding into me from behind. I could see the stretch of my pussy as he filled me, the cream coating his cock each time he plunged inside and then retreated. And his giant balls swung unencumbered, moving backward and forward in an arc as he moved inside of me.
“Damn,” I said breathlessly, loving the angle. “Now I’m horny again.”
“Good.” He tumbled me over to my back and pressed himself between my legs. “Me, too.”
“I’m going to put a tattoo right there,” I whispered, grinding into him. “Right there. That says ‘Keep Away. Beckham’s only.’”
He grinned like a lunatic. “Just tell me what color you want the writing in, honey.”
Then we used another condom that I’d packed this time.
CHAPTER 6
I’ve reached the age where sleeping with the wrong pillow feels like I fell off a 12th story balcony.
-Trouper to Beckham
TROUPER
The last thing I wanted to do was go sit at a sweaty as fuck graduation ceremony, but I did it anyway.
Luckily, I had a beautiful woman at my side as I did it.
The only problem was that Easton’s mom didn’t want me sitting with her. Not that she’d said it outright, but I could tell by the look on her face that was the case.
So I’d gone up to the nose bleeds and taken my spot with my back against the chain-link fence, and had thrown my arm around Beckham’s shoulder to bring her in close.