Page 66 of Double Puck

This is possibly the stupidest thing I've ever let myself do in my life.

But I'm not fucking stopping.

"Oh, Beck," I breathe, grinding against him.

His hands move beneath the water, sliding up my sides. One cups my breast through my swimsuit, his thumb dragging over my nipple before his fingers hook beneath the edge of the fabric and tug it aside, his palm closing around my bare breast.

“Fuck,” he breathes, staring down between us through the water. His thumb rolls slowly over my nipple, watching it tighten beneath his touch. “You have any idea how long I've wanted to get my hands on these?”

I moan as the other hand travels higher, higher, until his palm rests against the front of my neck. His thumb finds my pulse, pressing against it, and I stop thinking entirely.

My pussy floods. I mean floods.

"You okay?" Beck murmurs against my lips, his hand still steady on my neck.

I nod. I can't speak. If I speak, I'll say something that makes this real, and right now I want to live in the version where this is just happening and I don't have to justify it.

His free hand slides beneath the water again, slipping under the leg of my swimsuit. His fingers grip my ass. It's hard. It's possessive, squeezing until I moan against his mouth.

But he doesn't stop there. His hand moves around my hip, slipping farther beneath the swimsuit until his fingers find me already wet and aching for him.

Beck goes still as his eyes lift to mine, and the look on his face nearly finishes me before his fingers even move.

“Jesus Christ, Darce.” His thumb strokes over my clit slowly, and my entire body jerks against his. “This all for me?”

"Yes." I bite down on a moan, moving my hips against his fingers.

The sound is embarrassing. Desperate. But I don't care.

I want him. I fucking want him.

The thought hits me like a truck, and my hand moves before my brain catches up. I reach down between us, beneath the water, and grab his cock through his swim trunks.

My eyes blow wide.

Oh my god.

Beck Morrison's cock is a weapon. It's huge, thick and long and straining against the fabric, and my fingers barely close around it as I start to stroke him.

"Fuck, that feels so good." Beck dips his head against mine, groaning into the morning air. "Keep doing that, baby. So good."

Slowly, Beck's grip on my neck tightens.

I fucking lose it.

Is he choking me? No. It's not choking.

But it is possessive.

It's firm and rough and his thumb is pressed right against my pulse point, and I can feel my heartbeat hammering against his hand.

It's the single most intoxicating thing anyone has ever done to me. I feel claimed. Owned in a way that has nothing to do with the Madden name or my flawless composure, or anything any other man has ever wanted me for before.

I grab his hand with my free one, guiding him to squeeze tighter around my neck. He chuckles against my neck, kissing the opposite side to where he's holding me.

"Ohhh… Beck." My hips start to move. Grinding against him. Moaning into his mouth as he moves to slide his tongue over mine.

"Fuck, Darce," Beck groans against my lips, his hips sliding into my grip. "You feel that? That's what you do to me. Been hard since you walked through that gate."