And holy shit…I give it to him with a scream that reverberates through the limousine and no doubt that the driver heard that. My pelvis shoots up, grinds against his hand, and an animalistic groan of relief tears free.

“Oh, fuck me, that’s hot,” Beck says as he continues to rub circles around my clit while I shudder and shake in his embrace.

My head is still spinning, my body deliciously weak when Beck spins me in his arms, pulling me into a full straddle over his lap so I’m now facing him.

“Get my pants open,” he huffs out urgently as his hand dives into his pocket for his wallet. I push up on my knees and quickly get his belt undone as he tries to get a condom out, both of our chests heaving with unrestrained fervor.

“Fuck,” Beck barks out in frustration as he rifles through his wallet. “I don’t have a goddamn condom.”

My hands freeze and I raise my head to look at Beck. His face is awash with pain and need, and his voice cracks when he looks me right in the eye and says, “Christ…I want inside of you so fucking bad.”

The sound I believe I hear is my stone heart cracking open even further in response to Beck. I hesitate only a moment before my hands start working again at his fly.

“Please, Sela,” he croaks out as his fingers dig into my thighs. “Suck my dick…make this ache go away.”

His zipper open, I pull at his pants, reach into his boxers, and take his cock from the material. It jumps in my hand and pearly pre-cum dribbles from the tip. I stare at him thick and hot and pulsing with need, squeeze him hard, and stroke up and down a few times.

Beck groans and his head falls back against the seat, eyes squeezed shut tight. “Please, Sela…”

“Shhh,” I murmur low in my throat as I scramble backward off his lap. “I’ve got you.”

His eyes open and he watches me with fascination as my knees hit the carpeted floor of the limo and I surge up over his lap. With one hand on his thigh, the other squeezing him around the root of his cock, I take the tip of him into my mouth and suck against him lightly. Beck moans in relief, and the fingers of both hands thread through my hair on either side of my head. He grips me lightly, his fingers pressing into my scalp as a means of holding me steady and not to force action.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had Beck in my mouth, but it is the first time that I’ve truly wanted him there. The first time in my entire sexual life that I’ve seen the beauty of such an intimate act, and I take my time licking and sucking him so I can savor this experience. I’m torn between wanting to drive him wild and needing to end his suffering. As good as this feels to him in this exact moment, I want it to feel better to him in the next. So I squeeze, jack, lick, suck, hum, and flutter against his warm skin. I suck down the pre-cum he gives me and brace against his hands when the inevitable time will come that he’ll pull me off his dick.

Beck is a considerate lover, and for whatever reasons, he’s warned me every time before he’s unloaded. He’s never begrudged my unwillingness to swallow and has seemed satisfied with me stroking him to completion at the end.

I’m confident he’ll give me the same courtesy here, but he’ll be surprised to find it’s not needed.

Not now.

Beck’s hips start to punch upward, seeking more depth. He groans when I go down on him and grunts when I hollow my cheeks against the pull up. He calls my name when I slide my tongue down his shaft and curses loudly when I suck gently on his balls. As I stroke him faster at the base and bob my head with more vigor, Beck sounds like he’s strangling.

Then comes the slight pull against my hair and he mutters, “Back off, Sela. Gonna come.”

I grip him harder, take a deep breath, and plunge down so I take him in deeply, move my other hand to stroke the skin behind his balls, and then suck hard on the way up.

“Holy fuck,” Beck shouts as he orgasms and I nearly moan in satisfaction as I swallow everything he offers.

I swallow.

All of it.

And wish there was more, so I continue to suck against him.

“Oh, God, Sela,” he groans as I keep squeezing and stroking, running my tongue around the fat head of his cock, trying to find any last droplets I might have missed.

His hands fall away from my head and find their way under my armpits, and then he’s hauling me up. His dick falls away from my mouth and the next thing I know he’s got me cradled on his lap with his face pressed into my neck. His breath is labored and I can feel his heart thundering under my hand as I lay it on his chest.

Beck’s arms wrap around me and squeeze me tightly.

My own heart is racing right along with his and I’m high on the excitement of my new revelation.

An epiphany that will make me begin to question everything I thought I knew about myself.

I, Sela Halstead, am not as broken as I thought I was. While I thought Jonathon Townsend took everything away from me, I’ve realized just now that he took nothing. He only warped my perception.

Granted, I’m still pretty warped, but I learned something very important as Beck was coating my throat with his semen.

I realized that intimacy is actually something that I could learn to crave with a man like Beckett North and that I’ve only just begun to discover the true potential inside of myself.

Chapter 16

Beck

The alarm I set on my phone goes off faintly, as I made sure to turn the volume down before I went to sleep last night. I didn’t want Sela to wake up, figuring she could use a solid, late sleep-in this morning.

After we got back from the Sugar Bowl Mixer last night, we ended up burning through three condoms throughout the night, because I fucking couldn’t get enough of her. You would think with the almost seismic nature of the way I came down her throat that I would have been truly replete for the rest of the evening.

On the contrary, it’s like the flame I had already burning on a steady low for Sela got whipped into a frenzied firestorm, and I couldn’t leave her alone. I fucked her over and over again, my dick proclaiming clearly that it was in deep love with Sela’s pussy. It was ready to move in, take up permanent residence, and never come out of hibernation again.

My hand reaches out, taps the screen on my phone to turn the alarm off, and I lay silently in the predawn gloom considering my situation at his very moment.

A naked, beautiful woman on top of me. Sela fell asleep a few hours ago, spread-eagled over my body right after she collapsed from the most recent fuck-fest. I swear…she came, I came, then she pitched forward onto my chest and was out like a light. Not sure what it says about the apparently whipped sap I’m becoming, but I wanted to leave her right there all night. Just let her lie on top of me, and I was ready to call it a day well completed and go to sleep myself.