Beck clicks his tongue. “Fuck, baby. You can’t say things like that.”
Hearing him call me baby might be my favorite thing in the world. Finding out why he gave me the nickname Violet did funny things to me, but for some reason, baby has me feeling too much at once.
I arch my hips into him. “I’m just telling you it doesn’t sound like much of a threat. In fact, it sounds like a promise you’ve been making to me for a long time…”
Beck hovers over me, his eyes tracing every inch of my delicate skin. I shift my hips, aching for all of this foreplay to be done with. It’s been delicious to have his mouth consume me the way he has, but now I’m ready to feel him inside me. I want to feel myself stretch around him, to mold perfectly to him and only him. I want him to push me to my limits, trusting him completely to do it in a way that’ll ruin me for anyone but him.
“Threat or promise, it’s time for me to stick to my word, isn’t it?” Just from the look in his eyes, I know he’ll keep that unspoken promise. He said it earlier. He hasn’t even pushed inside me yet, and I’m scared that he’s right—I’m his. At least in the sense that it’ll never be like this with anyone else. How could it be? No one else has ever looked at me with the pure need that he looks at me with now. I don’t think anyone but him ever will again.
I nod my head up and down enthusiastically. He’s about to push in when his hips pause. “I need a condom.”
“I’m on the pill. Please don’t.” My words come out more pleading than I’d expected them to. “I just mean, I want to feel all of you. Nothing in between.”
His eyes darken as his jaw clenches. “Margo…” My name comes out of his mouth sounding like a warning.
“I mean, we don’t have to,” I hurriedly get out.
He glides his tip through my wetness. “I’ve always had a rule to never.”
He looks up from between my legs, a vulnerable look to his eyes. I open my mouth to tell him to just grab a condom. He speaks before I can say anything. “I don’t want to feel anything between us either.”
Words are no longer needed. With an understanding between us, he pushes into me. I moan, half from the pleasure of finally knowing we’re going to join our bodies, half from the pain of stretching enough to be able to take him.
“I’ve made you as ready as I can, baby,” he says through clenched teeth. “Now it’s time for you to be a good girl and take all of me.”
He sheaths himself in me, filling me completely with him. I feel full, the pain only a dull throb compared to the euphoria of the feeling of the head of his cock bumping the spot where it feels the best.
“I can feel you stretching around me, molding perfectly to my cock.”
“More,” I plead, my hands finding the muscles at his back. I scratch at him, trying to bring him even deeper inside me.
He slowly pushes in and out, leaning down to lay light kisses to my chin. His hand snakes up, his fingers pinching one of my nipples before he cradles my face. “I want to go slow for you,” he says, his lips moving against my mouth. “But fuck baby, I need faster. I need it harder. I can’t help myself.”
My hips buck, my body desperate for the same things he wants.
“That’s what I want,” I mutter. “I can take it.”
A loud growl erupts from his chest as he jerks his hips into me, forcing me to take all of him. My fingertips dig into the taut muscles of his back as he rails into me. The bed shakes underneath his power. The backs of my thighs hit his torso, a smacking sound filling the room.
His hips are punishing, but his tongue in my mouth is sweet. The perfect combination to have pressure building low in my stomach. My eyes open, needing confirmation that he’s as affected by what’s happening right now as I am. I’ve never felt the desperate need for someone as I do right now. I want to claw at his back, to mark my territory, to take him and mold to him perfectly so I won’t fit with anyone else.
My hand trails up his back, my fingers tangling in the dirty blond locks of his hair. The perfectly styled straight tendrils became tousled hours ago when we first got stuck in the snowstorm, but it becomes my mission to mess them up even more. I want to break every perfect composure of Beck, to shatter the facade he puts on for the rest of the world and see what’s underneath.
I pull at his hair, needing something to hold on to as he continuously pushes into me so deep I feel like I might break. He slows down, pulling himself out until only the head of his cock remains. It’s like he knew I was on the brink of coming and he wanted to prolong the feeling of almost falling over the edge even longer.
In one easy motion, he takes the hand that plays with his hair and shoves it into the pillow above my head. He repeats the same thing with my other arm, shoving both above my head until he holds both my wrists in one hand. He shoves them into the pillow, taking all of the control.
All I’m left to do is let him have his way, reveling in every movement of his hips.
“Look at you,” he muses. “Taking every inch of me like the good girl you are.”
I moan, my back coming off the comforter. His words mixed with the punishing push of hips is pure ecstasy. I never want to stop. I’d gladly beg over and over if it meant I got to feel like this.
“Do you like giving me the power to fuck you however I want, Margo?”
All I can do is nod. Words fail me. I’m so close to coming that I can’t do anything but focus on the buildup between my legs.
I try to free my wrists from his grip, needing to touch him somehow, to hold onto something before the orgasm rips through me. His fingers tighten around me, not allowing me to do anything but relinquish all control to him.
“Just imagine how many times you could’ve felt that sweet pussy of yours greedily take me if you hadn’t fought this attraction between us for so long.”
I moan. I hate every second I lied to myself and pretended that this wasn’t going to happen. If I knew my body would feel like it could combust at any second underneath his touch, I probably would’ve accepted the inevitable a month ago.
“I could’ve made you feel so good for so long,” he says, his voice low.
Leaning down, he blows air onto my nipple, sending my sensitive flesh into overdrive. His tongue caresses the skin around the peaked flesh. It’s like he’s everywhere at once. It suddenly becomes too much, and I can’t hold on any longer. A moan erupts from my chest as my entire body erupts into fireworks.
Beck continues to push into me, milking every last second of the orgasm from me. I can feel my muscles clench around him, wrapping around him tightly as he chases his own release.
“You’re so god damn sexy when you come on my cock,” he growls, his lips still right next to my nipple. He bites the fleshy part of my breast. “I’m going to become fucking obsessed with feeling that pretty pussy of yours hold me tight.”
My body should be spent. He’s already managed three orgasms from me, something I’ve only done once thanks to a special little purple friend. I can already feel a dull ache between my legs, but I don’t want to stop.
The look on Beck’s face proves to me that he isn’t done either. He smirks, the sight of him hovering between my breasts as he slowly pushes in and out of me something I’ll commit to memory forever.
“I’ve only just begun making good on my promises.”
