When his eyes found mine again, they were darker.
“Strip.”
As he leaned back against the bathroom sink, watching my every move with such intensity, I slowly peeled off my clothes, until I was left in my light pink lace bra and panties.
He pushed himself away from the counter before he sexily took his shirt off and tossed it to the corner. I had to force myself to keep eye contact and not allow my eyes to roam his perfect frame.
He stood in front of me, and his finger came under the fabric between the two cups of my bra before he tugged at it slightly. My face flushed as he looked down at me, his eyes almost mocking me for how easily he was able to get me all flustered.
“All of it, Flower… I want to see all of you.”
I slowly unclasped my bra. His gaze was predatory… hungry almost, and I felt absolutely exposed to him as I slowly pulled my panties down and stood bare before him.
It made me feel utterly small. The way he easily towered over me, the way he pushed my hair over my shoulder to expose my neck to him, the way he slowly moved my arms that hid my chest modestly… I felt completely and utterly exposed to him as I was at his mercy.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
Shakily, I did as I was told. Beckham crossed his arms, waiting, and I immediately knew what my next order was. Unbuttoning his pants for him, I slowly pulled them down as his briefs came down along with them.
“Hands down…” he ordered again, and I placed them on my thighs as he threaded his hand in my hair. I should’ve shown some kind of resistance… something that would show I wasn’t completely in the palm of his hand. If I did, maybe I would come to my senses and go home… but I didn’t. In that moment,I couldn’t.
Instead, I found myself growing hot and bothered as I took him into my mouth with his guidance. Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I found myself enjoying the way I pleased him.The way he needed me to please him.
He forced his cock down my throat and hummed as I found myself choking slightly, but nonetheless, I remained still.
“Take it, Flower,” he muttered, his grip tightening in my hair. “You can take more.”
He leaned his head back in utter ecstasy as he fucked my mouth, his hand forcing my head down. With my nose to the skin at the base of his cock, he wiped away a fallen tear as I trembled beneath him, waiting for him to let me breathe.
My vision blurred, my body trembling as I fought the need to push away. But I didn’t. I stayed.I let him use me.
He pulled me from his cock, and I coughed as he caressed the side of my face. As I looked up at him with teary eyes, his thumb rubbed my bottom lip before he pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on it softly as he kept direct eye contact with me, his eyes darkening as they relished in sight of me under him. Then, hand under my chin, he made me stand up slowly and placed a small kiss on my lips before directing me over to the tub.
He pulled me to straddle his hips, and I lay my head on his shoulder as we sat for a short while, the vanilla-scented bath and rose petals sensually surrounding us.
“Why are you with him?” he muttered in the silence.
I sat up slowly as I gazed into his eyes.
“Because... I love him?” I said, almost as if it were a question.
“Do you love him enough to say no to me?”
To that question, I didn’t answer. He knew I couldn’t answer.
“So you admit you love him… but not enough to stop me from making you mine?”
“And what does being yours entail, Beckham?” I asked, my heart beginning to race in my chest.
“Anything and everything you want, Flower…” he muttered, leaning up slowly, and I felt him grow harder as his possessive gaze never let up.
“But you said it yourself, Beckham. You don’t…you don’t love.You don’t express regular emotions or feelings.”
“Maybe I don’t…” he whispered, and I gasped as I felt him enter me slowly, filling me up. “But if he can’t make love to you the way you need, make you feel cherished in the way you want to… then let me at least try.”
My head leaned back as I ran my hands through his hair. His strokes were slow but intense, entering me so deep I could practically see stars, his hands on my hips, using me to go up and down on his cock.
“Does he touch you like this, Flower?” Beckham whispered against my skin, his hands roaming, memorizing my body.
