In Pieces, page 23
And I will have to stand by, and watch it all happen.
Well, fuck that.
I’m not agreeing to Beth’s fucking terms, period. Having her once was not fucking enough. And I wasn’t even fully sober, or in my right mind, for that matter. I didn’t have the chance to fully appreciate the experience—to savor it. Brody could get arrested any day, and then Beth will move back to her dorm, and I’ll go back to just being her friend. So if Beth wants this, too, why shouldn’t I agree?
But I have my own terms.
My fingers trace the delicate bumps and grooves of her collarbone, teasing the goose bumps they elicit. “You’re right,” I murmur, and Beth’s eyes grow impossibly wider. “It isn’t Cap’s business.”
“No?” she breathes.
I shake my head. No. It isn’t, but Cap doesn’t agree, at least not where I’m concerned, and I’m still not willing to openly fight him on it if it means I risk losing my oldest friend. No matter how incredible Beth’s body felt, or how sweet her lips taste. “But he still can’t know.” It’s a stipulation, and I wonder when the hell this became a negotiation.
Beth blinks at me.
“He wouldn’t forgive me,” I remind her.
For a moment she looks like she wants to argue, but thinks better of it. She may not approve of Cap’s line in the sand, but she can’t deny it was drawn a long time ago, even if she doesn’t know just how clearly.
“Like I said, it’s none of his business,” Beth says softly in agreement.
“Just while you’re staying here, yeah? We can’t let things get out of hand and risk getting caught…” And I can’t risk either of us getting attached.
Her mouth parts, but no words come out. She nods slowly instead.
And just like that, we have a fucking deal. Friends with benefits. No hiding like a fucking pussy. No telling Cap. Expires when she moves out.
Yeah, I’m on fucking board. And right now, with her beautiful ocean blues glazed with desire, and my dick just about ready to burst through my jeans, I don’t even feel guilty about it.
My hand slides up to fist the pretty blond knot in her hair, and I tilt her face up to mine so my lips can seal our fate. There’s nothing unsure about them as they cover Beth’s, and the moment her sweet taste infiltrates my senses, I’m fucking done for.
I don’t stop for air until she’s breathless, and I pull her gently by that silky, golden knot, guiding her back flat down onto the couch as I climb over her.
“So, friends with benefits, eh?” The needy rasp in my voice makes it hard to sound light and playful. “What kind of benefits?”
Beth breathes out a short laugh. “I think I already thoroughly demonstrated what kind of benefits, David,” she counters, her mouth slightly turned up at one corner, its corresponding dimple peeking out as she tries to fight that mischievous little smirk that always manages to hit me right in the chest.
I grin wolfishly. “My favorite kind, then.” My mouth crashes back to hers, and I run my hands over every inch of her enticing silhouette, taking full advantage of their newly upgraded security clearance. They travel every weaving, winding path of her body from her chest to her ass and every place in between, claiming every hill and valley, every groove and contour—exploring the tantalizing, forbidden curves I’ve just risked my oldest friendship for a taste of. And my fuck are they worth it.
Beth’s legs open to cradle my hips between her thighs, and her hands delve into the hair at my nape, grasping it hard enough to sting. I feel it right in my throbbing cock, which grinds against her of its own volition.
Fuck, she kisses like everyone should. Wild, unbridled—no thought, all feeling. Suddenly the need to feel her skin-to-skin becomes desperate and urgent, and I’m peeling her top—and its built-in sports bra—up and over her head barely a second after my own shirt hits the floor.
Her breasts are absolutely magnificent, and they keep my hands and mouth busy for several minutes, before my lips close around her nipple, drawing a moan that has my dick demanding out. Beth seems to be having the same thought, because her hands go to my belt buckle, slipping just barely beneath the waistline of my jeans and brushing teasingly back and forth. But instead of taking the hint, I reach for her waistline instead, and it isn’t until I get her fully naked and take almost a full minute to admire the utter perfection of her body that I come back to my own.
She watches with rapt interest as I finish undressing, and blushes again when I smirk at her. God, I love the way her body gives me a response even when her words don’t.
Beth’s deep blue eyes travel my body shamelessly before returning to mine, and the fire they meet me with emboldens me. My mouth takes hers violently, desperately, and her hands find my hair again—something I’m learning is a major fucking turn-on—as she wraps her legs around me. My throbbing hard-on slides against the softness between her legs, and we gasp together at the sensation.
Fuck. She is fucking killing me. I need to grab a condom, and quick. But fuck would I give anything to feel her bare.
I pull away and sit back, pulling her with me. “I need to get a condom. But first do something for me?”
Beth nods without hesitation, and I can’t help but grin at her eagerness. It’s just so goddamned sexy.
I lean back against the couch, guiding Beth to straddle my lap, my hard cock caught between our bodies. We both look down at where I strain against her belly.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I rasp at the sight of it. I swallow past the sudden dryness in my throat. This is too much. She’s too much.
Beth licks her lips, and they’re so close to mine, I kiss them. I suck her bottom lip between my own, pulling gently, and when she sighs into my mouth, I lose it. I grab her hips and guide her over me, but she takes the cue, and we kiss and kiss like we know this whole thing could end tomorrow—and it could—as she slides her center up and down over me.
Every nerve in my body screams for me to enter hers, and it would be so easy to just slip inside her, and I need to get there before I lose it all over her stomach like a fucking virgin.
Beth moves over me, slow but firm, and with the encouragement of my grip on the perfect handfuls of her ass, she creates a rhythm in time with our frenzied mouths, until my fingers tighten to halt her movements.
Beth looks quizzically down at me, but when she tries to climb off my lap, my arm shoots around her back to hold her against me.
I press a hard kiss to her lips, if for no other reason than I can. “Don’t move,” I say hoarsely, and then, keeping her flush against me, I lean over to the side table and open the drawer. I pull out the small wooden box, which Beth eyes with bemusement.
“Now don’t judge me for this,” I warn her. I open the box and get a condom, but Beth grabs the box from me before I can shove it back in the drawer.
Predictably, she bursts out laughing. “Brother March’s Emergency Condom Supply?”
I fake a scowl. “Housewarming gift from Bogart,” I explain.
Beth tries with limited success to stifle her laughter. “Steven thinks you need an emergency condom supply? In your living room?” She lets out one more giggle before quickly calming, as if considering something she doesn’t actually find all that funny after all, and even though I shouldn’t—because it shouldn’t matter to my friend with benefits—I reassure her anyway.
“Well, yesterday I would have just called him an idiot, but for the first time I’m starting to see some wisdom in the idea.”
Beth giggles, and all is right again. But as much as I enjoy the sound of her laugh, it’s her moans I’m after right now, and I rock against her to make the point. Her eyes drain of mirth, and fill with unmitigated desire. She watches with fascination as I roll the condom down my length.
“If you’re not sure, tell me now,” I say, my voice low but serious.
Beth blinks at me. “I’m sure,” she breathes, and the words sound utterly beautiful to my ears.
I cup her face and bring it close. “If you become less sure, or change your mind, you tell me. No matter what, or when. Clear?” I would never forgive myself if there was even a moment of this she regretted.
Beth smiles a soft, unfamiliar smile I don’t understand, but for the briefest moment it’s mirrored in her gaze, and it sends a surge of the strangest mix of calming warmth and thrill through my chest at the same time—and it fucking terrifies me. But she nods, and my dick throbs, reminding me of its impatience, and when Beth’s teeth bite down on that plump bottom lip of hers, again, I just can’t not kiss her.
For all of her inexperience, Beth kisses me back with all the passion and skill of fucking Aphrodite, and I wonder if Falco really was her one and only. But I banish the thought forcibly and fast. It doesn’t matter anyway. Now, or ever.
Still, when my hand moves between us and between her legs, and I finally slip a finger inside her, I’m startled by how tight she is. If I didn’t already know better, I’d suspect she was a virgin, which on its own would freak me the fuck out, but if it meant Falco had never been inside her…fuck, I’d take it.
Beth breathes hard, grinding onto my hand, barely able to keep up with her own kisses by the time I pull my hand away, and she groans in protest until I pull her flush against me. She gasps as my cock lines up with her center. I love her reactions. I love that they’re so fucking real, just so fucking her.
I kiss my way along her jaw, down her throat, and across every bump and groove of her delicate collarbone, before pulling her soft earlobe between my lips. My condom is soaked, and again I curse the necessity of them. Feeling her skin to skin was of another fucking world entirely, and to experience that inside her…well, it will have to stay exclusive fantasy material, in any case. Because I know they are a necessity, one I’ve never neglected even once, and certainly wouldn’t start with the one girl who actually fucking matters to me.
I stroke myself a few times, my free had cupping her cheek. “Your move, beautiful girl,” I challenge her. And she is. So goddamned beautiful.
Beth licks her bottom lip before nervously pulling it between her teeth. “I’ve never…I…” she trails off, gaze locked on my very ready dick.
I clutch her chin and point it back at mine. “My eyes are up here,” I smirk.
Beth playfully slaps my chest. I grab her wrists to stop her, giving a firm squeeze before I reach for her sides, digging in my fingers where I know she’s unbearably ticklish. Beth jerks on my lap, and my hands shoot down to her hips to stop her before I fucking embarrass myself.
I’ve never had this before. I’ve had friends with benefits, technically; only I was never actually all that close of a friend to any of them. I didn’t know them the way I do Beth—they didn’t know me. Neither of us were at ease enough to be playing and laughing during foreplay. In fact, laughter is just about the last thing I’d have thought I’d want to hear before sex. But instead of being a turn-off, I just want her even more. I want to fucking own her. To tease her and play with her and make her smile and laugh only to drown it all in her moans before she screams my name.
“You’ve never what, Bea?” I ask softly.
“Been on top,” she murmurs quietly. “I don’t know how—I only…I—”
I shush her with a kiss she seems all too eager for, and it makes my dick jump between us. Beth’s hips rock subtly and unconsciously in response, and fuck if that doesn’t start the cycle over again.
I pull away, breathless. “Your body knows how, Bea,” I exhale against her lips. “You’re already doing it. We just need to get me inside you.”
Beth nods. I grip myself at the base, holding myself steady as I lift her over me. Beth meets my gaze as if looking for something, but all I have to offer is encouragement and, well, fucking desperation at this point, but she bites her lip with concentration as she moves her hips into place. I lower her over me, slowly, filling her tight heat in progressive, long strokes until I bottom out inside her, her knees braced on either side of my hips, her hands clutching my shoulders for dear life.
I guide her hips over me. “See?” I rasp out, “just like dancing.”
’The fuck. Did I. Just say?
But Beth’s eyelids hang low, her lashes casting shadows over those gorgeous, needy blues, her teeth threatening to tear through that fucking lip, so I kiss it. She releases it only for me to catch it between mine, and then I’m licking and sucking at the perfect bow of her mouth, as I raise and lower her over my raging hard-on.
It feels too good. It looks too good. It’s all just too motherfucking good.
Her perfect round tits fill my vision, and I make a beeline for her small, pink nipples, my mouth and tongue working her breasts until she’s meeting me thrust for thrust, fighting to hold back her sweet little sighs, and I feel compelled to pull back and watch her as she lets herself go.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and she grinds her hips into mine at the same moment I pump them—and my throbbing, swollen cock—up hard inside her, over and over, faster and deeper each time.
I drop my forehead down to Beth’s, bringing my hand to her jaw, stroking her cheek with my thumb before sliding my hand down to the base of her throat. I wrap my palm around the back of her neck, pressing my thumb to her pulse so I can feel everything she can. Her heart beats a rhythm like a hip-hop song, fast and violent, echoing mine as I fuck her to its beat from below.
“How is this fair, huh?” I growl right into her ear. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off this tempting fucking body?”
I could come right now. I have to fight not to, and vaguely I wonder what it is that’s making this so goddamned incredible. There isn’t anything exceptional about the act itself, or our position, but there is something exceptional about the way Beth looks in it—the way she fucking feels—and I realize it must be the forbidden aspect of it all.
Yes. That’s what this is. Cap declaring her off limits. Years of pent-up attraction and frustration. Star-crossed lust. Like the thirteen-year-old brats Shakespeare wrote about all those years ago, who probably wouldn’t have had to fucking kill themselves if their families’ feud didn’t heighten the excitement of it all—who probably would have just hooked up a few times instead, before losing interest and moving on with their long, boring lives.
This arrangement with Beth is actually probably a good thing. A smart one. One that will make everything easier in the long run. We can get the benefits out of our system now, and then move on as the friends we’re meant to be.
“David,” she breathes, and I almost blow right there.
I need to hear more of it, and I reach between us with my free hand and rub her right above where I penetrate her, and even though I meant to please her, feeling myself pumping inside her has me dangerously close.
“How am I supposed to stay the fuck away when you ride my dick like you fucking own it?” I grit out between hard thrusts.
Beth lets out a breathy moan, and suddenly I’m a man with only one urgent and desperate mission—feeling the most incredible pussy I’ve ever experienced coming around me.
I rub small circles at her center, gripping her hip with my free hand to yank her down onto me faster and faster, until she’s holding her breath between erratic bursts of exhales, her brows pinched together in some kind of carnal concentration as her body grips and chokes my cock like it’s trying to keep me inside—to suck me even deeper.
My eyes roll back in agonizing pleasure a split second before I feel Beth explode around me just as surely as “David!” rips from her swollen lips.
It’s nothing short of a miracle—mixed with sheer determination and will—when I manage to hold out through those suffocating spasms and cum-coaxing moans.
Because I’m not ready for this to be over yet—even for a moment. I need more of her. I need more from her. Namely, more orgasms, more moaning, more of my fucking name. And I’m feeling particularly greedy when it comes to those needs right now.
I keep myself buried deep, holding Beth painstakingly still until it’s safe, and then I fold an arm around her back, the other gripping her sweet ass as I stand and take her with me. Her legs wrap around me all on their own, her ankles locking at the base of my spine, and, with a sick kind of pride, I want to tell her it’s because she knows it’s where they belong.
For now, I remind myself as my mouth takes hers in brutal kisses, my tongue pausing its onslaught just long enough to whisper how incredible she feels as I blindly stagger us to the bedroom.
As we fall to the bed in a mess of lips and limbs, and sounds that blend together in chords of unabashed pleasure, all thought shuts down entirely. I focus instead on sensation. And on my mission—which has recently become drawing as many moans as I possibly can from her.
Game fucking on.
Chapter Twenty-one
David
It isn’t until hours later, when I have her held up in my arms, naked, sated, and sleepy enough that I’m not even sure she’s still awake, that we start talking about anything other than sex. Not that I mind, it being one of my favorite subjects and all. Beth is inexperienced, but curious, and every orgasm she has seems to fuel that curiosity as much as satisfy it.
But you won’t hear me complaining. Not after the most intense climax of my life, a refractory period barely long enough to change condoms, and a fucking mind-blowing encore.
But it’s this that’s most novel to me. The lying in bed together. The cuddling. Touching her, holding her, not as any kind of foreplay, but just because.
The most post-hookup contact I’ve ever had with a chick is crashing at her place, and even that’s rare, and usually unintentional. I’m not some kind of manwhore or anything, but I’m a single, red-blooded, relatively good-looking guy who’s never been in a relationship. Who’s never even considered one. Relationships are for guys who want marriage and a mortgage and a nine-to-five. Not a guy who has no idea where he’ll be when he graduates less than two years from now. So one-night stands and the occasional fuck-buddy has been it for me. And though this thing with Beth isn’t really anything more than the latter, she’s the first girl I’ve been with whose company I not only still want after sex, but want just as much.
