Needing Me, Wanting You(51)

“Bullshit,” he says, touching my hips and then flipping me around. I brace myself against the fence as Beck pulls my ass towards him. I try to spread my legs, but I can't, my ankles trapped in the leather like the handcuffs I wore on my wrists last night. “You're fine. It's after this that you won't be able to walk.”

Beck unzips himself and pushes his dick up against me, sliding it between my cheeks, tasting the wetness with his shaft. I think of all the people outside the gate, waiting, possibly listening, but I can't keep myself quiet. Moans escape anyway.

“This is gonna be tight, babe. Brace yourself.” I take a deep breath, but it doesn't prepare me for the pressure of Beck's cock as he forces it between my swollen folds, working hard to fill me up.

“It hurts Beck,” I whisper as he moves inside of me, using my hips as handles, pumping slow and deep, grinding his dick against my ridges. “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.” I gasp as he slams his pelvis into my ass. It feels so much deeper like this, so much bigger. I naturally try to spread my legs again, but they're trapped. They're trapped, and I love it.

“And?” he drawls, voice wicked dark and full of masculine satisfaction. “You are so damn tight, Emilie. So tight.” He continues to thrust in a slow pounding motion that makes my head spin and my knees go weak. Beck's hands on my hips are the only things keeping me upright at this point. Despite the slight bite of pain, I find myself arching my back and pressing into him. My fingers curl against the rough wood of the fence as moans drip unwanted from my lips.

“Hurry up, asshole!” one of Beck's friends shouts from the other side of the fence.

“You heard the man,” Beck snarls, picking up his speed. “Hurry up before I come inside of you and decide it's time to go.”

“You're so mean,” I whimper because I can't think of anything else to say. Tears prick my eyes, but not out of emotion, just the sheer overwhelming sensation of pleasure, the tightness down below, the feeling of being full. I don't think I've ever felt this … complete before. I don't think I've ever felt like this much of a woman. I wielded a gun and now I'm wielding a massive, throbbing cock, penetrating me so deep, it's like I can feel him in my belly. “But it feels so damn good. So good. So so so good.” I cry out, my muscles quivering as I listen to Beck's snarls. My body gets even wetter, coating his dick in my natural lube, mixing my juices with his pre-ejaculate. Everything down there starts to work better, moving faster, like a well oiled machine. “Do it,” I whine, hating the sound of my own voice. Wow. I just got steamrollered by Beck Evans. “Do it. Come inside.”

Beck's hands tighten on my flesh, marking the same spots he bruised last night, branding me harder than any fucking jacket could ever do. Wow, Lizzie sure would be proud of you right now. Traitor. I ignore my inner thoughts. It's not that difficult to do with a massive cock pummeling your pussy.

Beck whoops, cheering like he's at a fucking football game or something, spilling his seed inside of me with a last violent thrust and pulling away without so much as a pat on the back. When I spin around and slam my back into the fence, he's grinning. And he already has a cigarette tucked between his lips.

Beck leans over and whispers in my ear.

“Like I said, before you go, you're getting oral sex from me. Remember this for later, and loosen up.” He winks at me and bends down, grabbing my pants and sliding them up my legs, buttoning them as he presses a scalding kiss to my mouth.

I'm so horny right now, shaking with adrenaline and undeniable desperation, that I know later, if he offers, I'm going to do it. Bastard. Bastard. Bastard. I follow Beck out the gate, ignoring the catcalls and the whispers, and climb onto the back of his bike. Even angry, even quivering with pent up need, I can tell I'm going to miss this guy.





Beck

Chapter 18

We ride to a hotel on the outskirts of Nashville, settling in well after dark. I have all these grand plans for Tease when we get there, but she ends up falling asleep on the bike. Austin doesn't even bother to ask questions when I tell him we're rooming together. Nobody really needs to ask any questions at this point. What we were doing behind the fence is common fuckin' knowledge at this point.

“Come on, sweet thing,” I whisper, lifting the girl off my bike and holding her in my arms. Nobody bothers me as I carry her to our room, laying her out flat on the bed and pulling down the covers. She stirs, but not much, making me wonder if I've somehow managed to earn her trust. I fucking kidnapped the poor girl, so I feel a little guilty about it, but it seems right somehow. Like the hand of frigging fate reached into our lives and pushed us together. Boy, when I saw her with that gun clutched in her hand, I almost exploded right in my fucking pants. Hottest damn shit I ever saw. “Sleep tight, Emilie,” I say as I flick off the light and retreat to the patio to smoke a quick cigarette. Austin wants to meet in the bar in an hour anyway and discuss our next game plan. The whole thing makes me think of that night we went to the bar, when Gaine and Mireya picked up that girl, Crystal. How she ended up with me and Melissa instead. How Gaine found her naked on the side of the road. “Shit.” I flick my smoke over the balcony and lock the doors behind me. It's a little early to go downstairs, but if Tease is asleep then I might as well go. Sitting here and having to look at her beautiful body is damn near akin to torture.