Something Unexpected by Vi Keeland
CHAPTER 15
Nora
OH GOD.
Never in my life had I been so turned on. I sank to my knees on the carpet. This is exactly what I wanted. To not think. To be told what to do. To be desired the way I had heard in the grit of his voice.
Beck reached down and stroked my cheek. “Lick it.”
My body came alive with tingles. I couldn’t wait to please him. Opening my mouth wide, I fluttered my tongue along the underside until the crown bumped against the top of my palate. Then I wrapped my lips around his girth and sucked as I pulled him back out slowly.
Beck made a sound—a cross between agony and ecstasy. He reached around to the back of my head and fisted a wad of my hair.
“Fuck. That mouth. It’s mine, and I’m going to take it. Open wider. I want to be deep in your throat, sweetheart.”
I would’ve given him what he wanted, but it was sooo much better to have him take it. Flattening my tongue, I sucked him back in but stopped short of swallowing. Then I took a deep breath, preparing for it to be my last for a while, and looked up.
“Fuck,” Beck growled. He tightened his grip in my hair. “Open wider. You’re going to take all of me.”
I swallowed air through my nose and unhinged my jaw as wide as it could go. Beck thrust forward, filling my throat so snugly that I was sure I’d be raw after. Yet I gripped the back of his thighs, loving every second as he took over fucking my mouth. He stripped away every thought, every memory, every emotion I didn’t want to think about, until there was nothing but need. Raw. Carnal. Greedy need.
Beck swelled in my mouth, growing impossibly thick and hard. I was certain all it would take to detonate my own orgasm was reaching down to touch my clit, but I wanted Beck to come more than I wanted relief. His thrusts grew harder, and I assumed I was about to get what I needed more than anything—but then Beck growled and pulled away. He reached down, gripped me under the arms, and tossed me through the air, perching me on the edge of the bed.
I tried to catch my breath. “Why did you stop?”
Beck dropped to his knees. “Because you can’t scream my name when I’m filling your throat, and the first time you come, I want you screaming my name.”
“Oh my God. Egomaniac much?”
Beck’s grin was wicked. “Lean back and spread wide for me.”
“What if I don’t want you to do that?”
His answer was to push open my legs and lift my knees over his shoulders. “On your back, Nora,” he said sternly.
I rolled my eyes, yet did what I was told. Beck wasted no time diving in. His tongue flickered over my already swollen bud, causing a spark that shot electricity through my body. He licked up and down my opening, nudging my knees wider as he buried his face in me. I tightened my grip on his hair and pulled him against me.
“Beck!”
“That’s it. Come, baby. I want to drink every last drop of you.”
He sank his face deeper, his nose pushing against my clit while his tongue speared in and out. It felt like heaven. I didn’t think it could get any better, but then he slipped two fingers inside, and I lost it. “Oh God.”
He pumped faster, in and out, sucking and swirling.
My body began to tremble, and my eyes rolled back in my head. “Beck. Don’t stop!”
“Not a fucking chance, baby.” His muffled words vibrated against my tender flesh, and my body started to pulsate on its own.
“Beck…” My back arched off of the bed as my orgasm bloomed.
Beck reached up and used one hand to hold me down. Then he sucked on my clit hard.
And it hit.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Did it ever hit.
I barreled down the rollercoaster in free fall. My orgasm tore its way through my body, and I moaned through every mind-blowing moment. I could no longer feel my legs. When my body started to come down, I got a little choked up. I’d never cried from an orgasm before, but this one was that good.
My breathing hadn’t yet returned to normal when Beck climbed up my body. His eyes roamed my face. For some reason, I thought he was debating kissing me. I knew some people didn’t like that after oral sex, and maybe I didn’t usually either. But I didn’t care at the moment.
“You can kiss me,” I said. “If that’s what you’re thinking about.”
Beck’s eyes gleamed. “It wasn’t. And I wasn’t planning on asking permission. But thanks for letting me know.”
I slapped his abs. “God, you’re a jerk.”
“A jerk whose named you just moaned, sweetheart.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t make me regret it.”
His playful face grew serious. “I don’t want you to regret us being together.”
“I was teasing.” I stroked his cheek. “I won’t regret anything.”
Beck nodded. I liked that he could show a vulnerable side so soon after being all alpha. He wasn’t afraid of expressing emotion—a trait that was rare in a strong-willed male.
“While I wasn’t going to ask permission to kiss you, I will ask permission to take you bare.”
“That’s what I was watching you debate? You want to have sex without a condom?”
“If it’s okay with you. I’ve only been with one woman without, and I had a checkup recently and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I had a full physical before we left for our trip, too.” I paused. “Do you not have any condoms with you?”
“I do. In my wallet. I’ll use one if you aren’t comfortable.”
There were definitely a lot of things to ponder about this conversation, but whether I trusted Beck wasn’t one of them. “I’m on birth control. I’m okay without.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
Beck lifted to his knees and scooped me up, moving me to the center of the mattress. There was nothing sexier than a confident man who knew who he was and what he wanted—especially one who didn’t expect the same submissive behavior outside of the bedroom.
Beck climbed over me, weaving our fingers together before pulling my hands up and over my head. Then he kissed me gently, his tongue exploring my mouth in a way that felt intimate and sensual, very different than the kiss we’d shared that night in the bar. He looked into my eyes as he pushed inside. I was still so wet from his mouth and my orgasm, it made his thickness bearable.
“Fuck. You’re so warm and tight.” Beck eased in and out, each time going a little deeper. His eyes briefly closed once he was fully seated. “You’re wrapped around me like a glove. It feels so damn good.” He began to move with more intensity. Gliding in and out became rooting deeply, and his thrusts grew harder and faster. But he never took his gaze from mine. The way he looked into my eyes scared the crap out of me, yet it also made me feel safe. This was supposed to be just sex, a way to forget for a while, but it felt like so much more—something beautiful.
Everything else in the world faded away. It was just Beck and me, two people connecting deeply, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other engulfing us in our own private world. When I moaned, Beck smashed his lips against mine. Our kiss turned heated and wild. I yanked at his hair, and Beck’s breaths turned to short, shallow spurts. We were both close, but my body couldn’t wait.
“Oh God. Beck! I’m gonna…”
“Right there with you, sweetheart. Come around my cock.”
His words pushed me over the edge. My body clamped down and began to pulse once again. I heard Beck’s name being shouted, but I scarcely realized it was coming from me.
Beck lifted my leg, and the change in position caused him to rub against a spot that made me see stars. When I finally started to come down, he sank deep and stilled. I felt spasms inside of me but couldn’t be sure whose body was doing it.
After, I waited for the moment he would collapse and roll off of me. But it didn’t come. Instead, Beck kissed me softly, continuing to glide in and out languidly. He wiped my hair from my face and smiled.
“Did it work? Forget for a while?”
I flashed a goofy smile. “Who are you? What’s your name again?”
He kissed my lips once more. “Good. I’m glad you had some peace.”
A few minutes later, Beck got up to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, I scurried to get my robe. I was tying it closed when he walked back out with a towel in hand.
His brows dipped. “What are you doing?”
“I, uh…” I thumbed behind me, to the door that connected our rooms. “I’m going to go back to my room. Try to get some sleep.”
He frowned. “Seriously? A hooker probably sticks around longer.”
“Did you just call me a whore?”
He walked over to me and stood toe to toe. “No. But get back in bed.” He gestured to the king-size mattress behind him. “That one, in case I’m not clear.”
My hands flew to my hips. “That sounds like an order and not a request.”
Beck sighed. “I’m tired. And you made my dick limp. Can we not argue? Because the only time I enjoy that is when it’s foreplay, and I need ten minutes to recharge.”
“I made your dick limp?”
Beck scooped me off my feet and into his arms. He walked back to his bed and unceremoniously plopped me in the middle with a bounce.
“What the hell?”
He climbed into bed next to me. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
“Shut up?”
Hooking an arm around my waist, he hauled my ass back against him. “I gave you what you wanted without a hassle. Now let me have what I want.”
“What I wanted was sex! Are you saying it was a chore?”
“I’m not saying anything, because my eyes are shut and I’m going to sleep. Now let me snuggle, and yell at me about it later.”
Let.
Me.
Snuggle.
I blinked a few times. I wasn’t sure what to make of that at all.
But…it did feel pretty good.
His body was warm, even through the robe I’d put on. And his arms made me feel like nothing bad could happen while I was in this spot.
Maybe I’d just stay for a little while.
I yawned.
Yeah. Just ten or fifteen minutes…
