Page 84 of Under Pressure

I wrap my hand around him and marvel at the way my fingers barely overlap. He jerks in my hold, and I watch his reaction as I give the shaft a testing stroke. There’s already more cum at the tip, so I rub my palm over it and then spread it down his length.

“I promise you that Icanlast. Any other day, anywhere else, I’d be fine with this and take it for as long as you wanted to give it, but I need you to go faster, baby. Because if you don’t, I will never forgive myself for coming this easily. Give me an excuse to get you messy,” he pants, nostrils flaring wide as he inhales.

“You could get off from this already?”

I twist my wrist on the next downstroke, watching as his features quiver, pleasure sparking in every twitch of muscle. I’m not a fan of hearing about anyone else doing this to him, but I keep that to myself. It’s natural to feel that way right now.

Totally. Natural.

His voice dips, growing strained. “Only for you. Never been like this before.”

My need to see him unravel expands, greed overtaking me. I work him faster, paying attention to every move that sets himoff. He never corrects me, but I can tell that he likes when I squeeze him at the base a bit and prefers when I soften my hold near the tip. And when I rub my thumb over the slick slit, he bucks his hips and groans so deep there’s no stopping a single one of my responding moans.

Somehow, I’ve slid onto his left thigh and started rocking against it as I pump him. The pressure feels delicious against where I’m so tight and achy. I’m wet enough for it to be uncomfortable, my panties clinging to my swollen lips. I keep moving, my chest and cheeks flushed with heat.

Beck takes both pink cheeks into his hands and pulls me in for a kiss. I adjust my grip on him and let him turn my brain off. Our tongues meet, gliding together before he nips on the tip of mine and grins. I do the same to him, but instead of smiling, I push deeper, increasing the pace.

He meets me in stride, allowing me to be in charge. It’s exhilarating having so much power over a man like Beck. The worry that likes to remind me of just how dangerous that could be is nowhere to be found now. It’s been silenced completely.

“Does it feel good to rub your pussy against my thigh?” he rasps, breathing rapidly.

I nod, our mouths rubbing as we inhale the same air. “Mmhmm.”

“Use me. Get my jeans nice and wet. I want to watch you come again. It’s all I’ve thought about since I saw it yesterday. The way your eyes rolled back and you arched that pretty throat for me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Beck,” I warn, jerking him faster, my muscles aching from the strain.

“I know you can get there. Together, baby. You’re going to make me come all over your fingers.”

My lashes flutter over hazy eyes as I move my mouth to his jaw, sucking on the stubbled skin. I release a whimpered noise, my core tightening, slick thighs chafing against my jeans. I dropmy forehead to his shoulder and stare down at where I’m holding him.

The tip of his cock is an angry purple colour, and he’s so fucking hard in my hand. Every flick of my wrist has his breath hissing through his teeth. I’m rubbing against him in earnest now, chasing what I know is going to turn me inside out. I inhale the spicy, manly scent of his cologne as I bite down on my cheek, feeling his shaft pulse.

“Don’t stop,” he begs, hips rising slightly, like he’s forcing himself not to fuck my fist. “I’m—I’m close. If you don’t want it all over?—”

I shut him up with my mouth. He groans into the kiss, long and desperate, as I grind down one last time and tip over. My orgasm crashes into me like a brick to the face. I gasp, lungs frozen as I press down and then lift off him slightly.

“Fuuuuck. Fuck, baby. I’m with you.”

He twitches, and then I feel the warmth of his release drip down my fingers. His head falls back to the seat, his throat bared and lip trapped between his teeth in a savage hold. I lick up the side of it, tasting the salt on his skin before finding his lips again, his pleasure coating my tongue.

I’m trembling slightly when I finally come back to myself. I keep my eyes shut, hiding from reality as he bundles me in his arms and holds me in his lap, settling me. Strong and steady, he rubs my back, softening our kiss until it’s only the ghost of a touch.

I inhale deeply and blow it out for just as long. He does the same. Even with my hand still wrapped around him, it doesn’t grow awkward between us. The moment isn’t as fragile as it was yesterday. I don’t feel uneasy, just . . . calm.

Like maybe I could stay like this forever.

31

Quinn’s handhasn’t left mine since we got situated in our proper seats and I drove us to the bingo hall.

She holds it a bit tighter when I pull open the heavy red door and usher her inside ahead of me. I grab a fleeting glance of her ass in those criminally sexy jeans before focusing on the warm space around us. It’s huge, with three rows of white folding tables and a plethora of chairs. At the front, there’s an old woman with a head full of round, hot pink rollers and a matching sundress fluttering in the breeze from the standing fan beside her. She’s cranking the lever of what looks like a round, steel cage full of numbered balls.

I stroke the back of Quinn’s hand and tug her close enough that our sides brush. “Where’s Ruthie?”

“Uh . . .” Her head moves left and right as she searches the tables closest to us.

“Should I call her name?”