Inked Obsession by Carrie Ann Ryan

Chapter 14

Beckett

Eliza tasted of wine and sweetness. I barely held back a groan.

What was I doing? This didn’t make any sense. I shouldn’t be doing this. We weren’t drunk, far from it actually, and yet I felt drunk. Not on wine, though. On Eliza. Just her mere presence did things to me.

Had it always been this way? I didn’t think so. Wouldn’t I have noticed?

Or perhaps I just needed a moment to breathe. A moment to think. A moment to be. Maybe I needed all of that. Or perhaps I was losing my mind.

I leaned down to cup her face, and her fingers dug into my chest. Not pushing me away, holding me close. I swallowed hard, knowing that this might be a mistake. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

I needed to, at least for a moment. And so, I pulled away and rested my forehead on hers.

“Beckett,” she breathed.

“What are we doing?” I asked.

She was silent for a moment, and I was afraid we’d made an even larger mistake than I thought at first. “I just…I need you. Can you be what I need for the night? Can I be the same for you?” Her voice was steady after that first tumble, and she sounded like the Eliza I knew. And yet…

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, my voice low.

“You’re not going to hurt me. Not if we both understand what this is.”

I laughed softly, my hands running through her hair. So soft, so amazing. “And what is that?” I asked.

She looked at me, her eyes dark, full of the same need I felt. “Just you and me. For the night.”

“I don’t want to be too much. I don’t want to take advantage.”

“I want this, Beckett. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t ask for it.”

Her eyes were clear, her intent evident. And I knew that this might be a mistake, but it was one I was willing to make. There was something here, something I couldn’t quite pull away from. I needed this. And so did she. I kissed her again, and she groaned, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Do you think the rest of the hotel across the way can see us right now?” she whispered against me as my hands slowly slid down her hips to grip her.

“Maybe. Should we take this inside?” I asked, my voice low. Rough. “We’ll take this slow,” I whispered, “We’ll stop whenever you want to.”

“And what about you?” she asked, her hands sliding down my sides. “We can stop if you want this to end, as well.”

“Eliza? I don’t think I want this to end.” Then I kissed her again.

There weren’t many words after that, I didn’t think. I just wanted her taste, her touch, the little sounds she made when I kissed her. The bed was decently far away, and I knew those heels had to be hurting her feet after all this time. So, I reached down and picked her up. She let out a squeal and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Your back,” she exclaimed.

“I think I can handle you,” I said before kissing her again. I carried her into the bedroom part of the suite—the double set of doors on the other end from where we had entered.

“Beckett…” she whispered.

“I’m here,” I said as I slowly set her feet on the floor.

I kissed her again, my hands slowly running over her body.

And when my fingers brushed along the tie at her side, her mouth parted, a sharp little gasp slipping out of her mouth. Her hand went to mine, and I froze. Then she kissed me harder before helping me untie her dress. It draped open as if it were made for that, and I swallowed hard, looking my fill. Her breasts were large, covered by a lacy bra that only lifted them higher. I could see her dusky pink nipples through the lace and licked my lips, my cock impossibly hard. Her hips flared out, her belly soft, and the rest of her was barely covered in a tiny scrap of black lace.

“Eliza,” I breathed.

“It’s been a long time,” she said, and I looked up as she bit her lip. “I think it’s been even longer since anyone but, well, you know who saw me naked.”

“He doesn’t have to be in this room,” I said, knowing that tonight was important. This was her first time since her husband, and damn it, I knew I should go away. I should stop. She didn’t want to, and neither did I. Meaning I would make this work. I would be sweet.

“Just tell me how you like it,” I whispered as I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.

She slowly sucked the digit into her mouth, and I groaned, my cock pressing hard against my zipper. “I think you’re doing a really good job so far.”

“I think I can do better than good.”

I ran my knuckle along the slope of her breast, and she shivered, her skin pebbling. I gently grazed her other breast over her lace-covered nipple, and then the skin between them, moving over her belly. When I turned my wrist and cupped her heat, I found her already wet, her core hot, and I knew she ached. She groaned, her head falling back as my thumb slid out of her mouth. I slowly reached around and cupped the back of her head as I gently tapped her over her lace-covered heat.

“You’re already wet for me,” I whispered.

“I think I’ve been wet for you most of this trip,” she muttered, and I groaned.

“That was probably a very dangerous thing to say,” I said.

“Maybe, but it’s the truth.”

I took her mouth again, needing her, not knowing what else to say. “I want you,” I whispered.

“Then take me,” she said, her voice sounding far steadier than I felt.

I kissed her again before slowly going to my knees. Her eyes widened, and I watched as she tugged the rest of her dress off her shoulders so it pooled at her feet. I moved out of the way so she didn’t trip, and then she stood there in black lace panties, a matching bra, and those fucking amazing heels.

“Jesus,” I whispered before kissing her over the lace. Her legs shook, but I kept her steady as I gently nipped at the material. “So hot,” I whispered.

“I think my knees are going weak,” she panted.

“I’ll take care of you.” I gently led her to the edge of the bed. She sat, and I spread her knees apart. She blushed all over, and I winked before looking my fill.

“So beautiful.”

I leaned down and gently rubbed my knuckle over her sweet folds, the lace wet and hot.

“I need to taste you,” I whispered.

“Please,” she said as she looked down at me, her chest heaving.

I nodded and then lowered my head. I kissed her over the lace and then gently moved it to the side to better access her wet, glistening pussy. I lapped at her clit, spread her folds, and tasted her sweetness. She shuddered as I kept her thighs spread apart, my beard rubbing against her. I might leave a mark, but I wanted to. I wanted her to remember this, to feel this after tonight.

She moaned my name, her legs starting to close, but I pressed them apart again, needing more. Needing everything. I slowly pleasured her, entering her with one finger and then another. She clamped around me. Her pussy was so fucking tight, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fit later, but for now, it didn’t matter. I just needed her to come on my face, to squeeze around my fingers and my tongue. And when I flicked her clit again, she froze for the barest instant. When I looked up, her mouth parted, her breasts flushed, and she came.

A goddess in orgasm, on a crest of stunning beauty. She squeezed my fingers and my tongue, and I lapped her up. I kept licking her until she moaned again, trying to shove me away.

“Beckett, let me kiss you. Let me do something. I can’t… I can’t think.”

I grinned and then stood before sucking my fingers into my mouth. Her lips parted, and her hands went to her breasts. I wasn’t even sure she was aware that she was doing it. Her legs were still spread, and she looked fucking gorgeous.

“Take off your bra, let me see those pretty breasts.”

“You need to take off your shirt first,” she said.

I winked. “Then we can do that at the same time.”

She reached around and undid her bra. Her breasts fell heavily, her nipples hard, begging for my mouth. I undid my shirt cuffs and then the buttons running down. I let it fall behind me, and her eyes widened.

“Like what you see?” I asked, teasing.

“I knew you had ink, I’ve seen you shirtless. However, you right in front of me? Dear God.”

“I like the sound of that,” I whispered before leaning over and kissing her again. I cupped one breast, my thumb running over her nipple. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I could say the same about you,” she said, and I chuckled before kissing her again.

She reached between us and rubbed my hard length through my pants. I groaned, rocking into her touch. “Beckett.”

“I’m not done yet,” I whispered before leaning down to capture one nipple with my mouth.

She arched into me, moaning, and I played with her breasts, licking and sucking, rolling her nipple between my fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered again.

And then she pulled away, her eyes wide as she panted. “Please, let me touch you.”

“We can do that.”

I toed off my shoes, and then both of us were scrambling as we undid my belt and shoved my pants down. I kicked them away, my cock hard and ready, the tip moistened with precum as it bounced against my belly.

Her eyes widened, and she reached out, gripping my base.

I groaned, freezing for a moment before rocking into her hold. “Eliza.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes wide, and I grinned. When she licked her lips, I almost came on those pretty breasts, but I refrained.

Instead, I hovered over her, kissed her again, reveled in her tight grip around my dick as I leaned down next to her. “Let me play with you,” I said slowly.

“Let me play, too.”

And then we were kissing, hands roaming over each other. She kept pumping me, slow and then faster, tighter, and then softer again. I could barely hold back, knowing I would come too quickly if we weren’t careful. My hands went between us to play with her clit, and then I reached around her hips to spread her cheeks slightly and used her moisture to play with her.

Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just playing, I promise, I won’t go anywhere near that part of you with my dick.”

“I would hope not,” she said on a laugh, and then she moaned as I gently probed her with my finger.

“Beckett,” she gasped.

I kissed her hard, gently playing with her before I spread her again, rocking into her hold.

“I need to be inside you,” I whispered. “Because I don’t want to come on your belly right now. I’m really close.”

“I don’t have a condom,” she said, freezing.

I winced. “I do, in my wallet.”

“Oh, good. Because I don’t want this to end right now.”

I kissed her again, long and slow. It took the edge off slightly, enough so I could breathe and collect my thoughts.

“I don’t want this to end either.” I met her gaze, but I didn’t know what either of us was thinking. I could barely breathe. I slowly got off the bed, pulled out the condom, and rolled it onto my length. She lay in the center of the bed, slightly raised on her forearms as she watched me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I groaned, squeezed the base of my cock so I wouldn’t come at just the sight of her, and swallowed hard.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” And then she rolled onto her stomach, moved to all fours, and winked.

I grinned, knelt behind her, and slowly slid my hands over her ass.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered before spreading her and gently probing her with the tip of my dick, even as I reached around to flick her clit.

She pressed into me, and I slowly slid inside her, inch by inch.

We both groaned, and then my knees shook. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slammed into her, filling her.

Both of us called out, and I froze. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, you’re just really fucking big.”

“Like I said, you say the sweetest damn things.”

“Move, Beckett. I need you to move.”

“I can do that,” I whispered.

And then I moved, slowly rocking in and out of her as we found a rhythm that worked for both of us. She moved back, angling for me, and I went deeper. I couldn’t see her face, and I knew she was the one who had chosen this position. Maybe she didn’t want to see my eyes because it was too much. I understood that. I didn’t want things to change, but everything had already changed beyond recognition. And then I wasn’t thinking anymore. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I couldn’t wait. I needed to see her, needed to feel her. I pulled out, then moved us so she was straddling me, rocking on top of my dick as I played with her breasts. I fucked her, both of us arching into each other, moving fast, hurried and not at the best rhythm, but it was perfect, just what we needed. She looked down at me, her lips parted, her eyes wide, and I saw the temptation there. The need. And maybe a little fear.

The same things I fucking felt.

I pulled her down by the back of her neck, kissed her hard, and then flicked my thumb over her clit.

When she squeezed my dick, gasping my name as she came, I followed her. I couldn’t help myself. I needed it, needed her.

If this was a mistake, it was the sweetest one that I would never regret. At least, that’s what I told myself. I pushed those thoughts away for morning.

For now, I had Eliza. Her warmth, her need. And I felt like this was perfection. Exactly what we needed.

Even if it was the one thing we probably shouldn’t have done, it’s what we’d wanted.

I hadn’t seen her. Not the real her. Not the woman currently lying on top of me as I held her close, sweetly running my hands down her back.

I hadn’t seen her before. And I had been missing out.

Now, I was afraid she would walk away. That this would be the end. Because once the drapes were drawn and the bags were packed, this would be over.

I wasn’t sure I wanted that. I didn’t know if Eliza would stay. The sweetest mistake was the sharpest ache. I couldn’t have said no. I still wouldn’t.

Even if this was the end.