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His fingers withdrew, and I felt like wailing. I’d been so close, and his touch had been so perfect, and now I was hanging. The need to come was nearly painful.
I let go of his cock and shuffled back on the bed, taking a deep breath.
“You didn’t think that through, Anderson,” I laughed shakily. I moved to the bottom of the bed, where he couldn’t reach me. “I’m more than capable of finishing myself off.”
“Don’t you dare, Eve,” Beckett warned, his voice molten hot, full of fire and brimstone.
“Stop me, if you can,” I teased him and moved to a kneeling position. I coasted my hand down his jersey to my legs, and then ran my fingers up my thigh, and then further, to my pussy. I was dripping. I tugged the jersey up so Beckett could have a perfect view of me breaking his rules. I slid my fingers though my wet folds and slipped them inside me. I moved the other hand to my clit. It was my tried-and-true method for making myself come, and I’d been an expert at it for years, seeing as I’d never had any real action until Beckett himself.
Still, I could tell that doing this in front of someone else, especially Beckett, with his hungry gray eyes fixed to me, was going to be something else altogether.
“I’ll make you pay for this, Cinderella, you know that, right?” Beckett asked, his voice low and needy. He was watching me like nothing in the world could make him turn away. His free hand lowered to his cock, and he stroked himself as he watched me.
“Looking forward to it,” I said, the words coming out in a moan. I arched my hips and finger-fucked myself harder. I was so damn close. I couldn’t hold back. Being watched was only making every pulse of pleasure sharper and higher.
“Good girl…Come then, sweetheart, since you look so fucking good touching yourself,” Beckett instructed. “Come for me.”
My body convulsed, and my eyes snapped open and locked onto Beckett’s.
“I’m coming!” I moaned. “Beck, I’m coming…” I choked out, my brain disconnected from my mouth at that moment. I was babbling, talking and saying nothing, moaning, but only his name emerged intact.
He watched me the entire time, drinking in the sight of me coming, his eyes rapt and fascinated as they looked into mine.
“Beautiful, Eve.” His voice was heavy with want, and his cock was angry and red, drooling precum. “Now, come over here and finish what you started.”
I took my time coming down from my high and rearranged the jersey. I licked my lips and steadied my breath, enjoying making my bully wait.
“No, I don’t think I will,” I said finally, with a grin. I climbed under the covers at the bottom of the bed and grabbed the pillow that I’d tossed down there earlier, putting it under my head.
“Turn the light off, will you, Beckett? Goodnight.”
Beckett
Gettingmy hand out of the cuff wasn’t an option. She’d locked it too tightly, and my wrists were big. However, the rung on the headboard wasn’t very strong, not for me, anyway. Luckily, my Evie was a heavy sleeper. She’d fallen asleep pretty quickly, tired out from fucking me over and coming so hard her beautiful cheeks had flooded with roses, her eyes had glazed over, and she’d shivered with shocks of ecstasy. It had been a breathtaking sight. My girl had touched herself while wearing my jersey. I was going to have the fucking thing framed.
Now, however, it was time to pay the little minx back for her games. Sure, I might have started it, but I was also going to be the one to finish it.
I yanked out the rung from the bed rail and then waited to see if the noise would wake her. She slept on. I freed the rung from the cuff, and had to leave it dangling from my wrist, because I had no idea where she’d put the keys. Instead of wasting time with that, I shifted down the bed and took her in.
Fuck, she looked good in my jersey. She looked right. It fit her, it suited her, and I never wanted to see any other woman wear it. Itwas Eve’s. She’d claimed it somehow, the moment I’d slid it over her head.
Now, however, it was in the way. I pulled down the covers that were pooled at her waist and pushed up the jersey. She was nude beneath. I could have stared all night, but I could smell the sweet musk of her cunt in the air, and no doubt, on her fingers, since she’d snuggled down and fallen asleep right after getting herself off. I’d happily clean them for her with my mouth, but right now, we had a score to settle. I was painfully hard and had been for hours, ever since we’d wrestled on the bed.
I stripped out of my clothes, wanting my bare skin to touch hers. She was warm in a way that nothing else in my life was. I could stand before a roaring fire, and it wouldn’t warm me like the touch of my Cinderella’s skin. The only touch I could stand. The only touch I wanted.
I eased into the bed and pulled the covers over us, leaning beside her, careful not to wake her. I drifted my hand down to her pussy. She was still wet and sticky from coming. I brushed my fingers back and forth through the mess and focused on her clit. Her breath stuttered, and she shifted, opening her legs wider in her sleep.
I used the opportunity to slip a finger inside. Her pussy gripped me tightly. Fuck, she was just as perfect as I remembered. I moved down the bed and buried my face between her open thighs, licking a stripe up her sweetness. She moaned, her hands falling to my hair. I laved her clit while pumping a finger in and out of her, and she arched her hips toward my face, humping my tongue as much as she could.
“Beckett?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
“Hmmm?” I continued to trace my tongue against her, making her pant.
“You got free?”
“Of course I did. Now, it’s payback time,” I told her and nipped at her clit with my teeth, sucking the entire sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth and rubbing it with my tongue, again and again until she was shaking beneath me.
“Payback?” Her voice was breathless and needy. She wanted this. She wanted me, in all my dark, fucked up glory. The only person who’d seen every ugly part of me and wanted me anyway.
