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He just doesn’t say the words very often.
But there was time later.
Now was just for feeling.
“I want it from behind,” I whispered into his ear. “I want you behind me, pounding…”
He pulled out fast, jerking himself up to his knees.
I gasped because just as suddenly, I found myself flipped over onto my stomach. Then my knees were under me as he hiked my legs up so that my ass was in the air.
Then he was once again sliding his cock deep inside of me.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, moving so that his body took mine, fast and hard.
His hands were on my hips, pulling me back into him at the same time he thrust forward.
It was a hard and brutal pace, and before long, I realized that I wasn’t going to last long, despite just coming.
“Baby,” I whined, my hand going to my clit. “I need to come.”
He growled, his hands on my hips tightening.
“Good, because I’m so close it hurts,” he rumbled.
All it took was three swirls of my clit, and I was falling over the edge.
My orgasm overwhelmed me, taking me over so that that it was hard to breathe.
His grunt of release followed my own, and I had the swift, harsh realization that I wished I’d been able to experience this particular feeling with him not having to wear a condom.
But, being nineteen, I knew that that was one risk that neither one of us needed to take.
When he finally came to a stop inside of me, his cock was still twitching, and I had no muscle control to remain upright.
When I dropped down tiredly to my stomach, he came dislodged with a grunt.
I looked at him over my shoulder as he lay down beside me, his hot cock laying sideways across my ass.
He reached over and tapped something over my head, and that was when I realized that his phone was sitting right there.
“Oh, I forgot about that,” I said, remembering that at some point, I’d completely forgotten it.
When had I even put it down?
He pressed another button and our bodies filled the screen.
We watched in silence for a few long minutes, replaying everything that’d just happened in fine detail.
“I didn’t realize that you’d actually recorded it,” I murmured softly.
His grin was wicked.
“I know. That’s what made it even hotter,” he said. “This shot right here.” He moved the phone toward me. At some point he’d slid it between my legs as he was taking me from behind.
The new angle was close to my pussy, about a foot away, and he was pounding into me from behind. I could see the stretch of my pussy as he filled me, the cream coating his cock each time he plunged inside and then retreated. And his giant balls swung unencumbered, moving backward and forward in an arc as he moved inside of me.
“Damn,” I said breathlessly, loving the angle. “Now I’m horny again.”
“Good.” He tumbled me over to my back and pressed himself between my legs. “Me, too.”
“I’m going to put a tattoo right there,” I whispered, grinding into him. “Right there. That says ‘Keep Away. Beckham’s only.’”
He grinned like a lunatic. “Just tell me what color you want the writing in, honey.”
Then we used another condom that I’d packed this time.
CHAPTER 6
I’ve reached the age where sleeping with the wrong pillow feels like I fell off a 12th story balcony.
-Trouper to Beckham
TROUPER
The last thing I wanted to do was go sit at a sweaty as fuck graduation ceremony, but I did it anyway.
Luckily, I had a beautiful woman at my side as I did it.
The only problem was that Easton’s mom didn’t want me sitting with her. Not that she’d said it outright, but I could tell by the look on her face that was the case.
So I’d gone up to the nose bleeds and taken my spot with my back against the chain-link fence, and had thrown my arm around Beckham’s shoulder to bring her in close.
She leaned into me, and together we watched my brother’s class file into the stadium.
And, like we always knew he would, the principal announced my brother’s name as valedictorian.
I stood up from my seat, disentangled my arm from around Beckham’s shoulders as I did, and yelled.
Loud.
“That’s my brother!” I cupped my hands around my mouth.
Easton’s head snapped my way, and he caught sight of me, the only standing form.
He froze halfway to the podium and then waved enthusiastically. “Hey, Troup!”
I bellowed. “Hey, East!”
With a huge fuckin’ smile on his face, I sat back down and allowed him to make his fancy speech.
“That was really cute,” she teased.
I shrugged.
I missed my brother.
What could I say?
Fast forward a boring forty-nine minutes later, and it found us once again in the parking lot talking to Easton’s mother.
“I’m taking him out to dinner tonight,” Laura, Easton’s mother, said. “I’d appreciate it if you let me have this time with my son.”
