Page 99 of Double Puck

Looking down at her like this, I want to ask her.

I want to ask her what she knows. About the trade deadline. About the teams circling like sharks in my waters.

This woman can't just be another person deciding my life for me. Because the truth is… I'm tired. I'm done being the pushover.

Classic Beck play.

The words have been irritating the shit out of me all day, and suddenly I understand why.

Yes. I made the mistake. I fucking owned it by showing up here today with my head still held fucking high. I watched the footage, took the criticism, and I'll try my damn best to make damn sure I don't do it again.

But that one moment shouldn't define me.

It isn't who I am.

I'm falling for this woman, and if that's teaching me anything, it's that I'm ready to take control of my own damn life. For too long, I've been led in the direction of whatever other people think I should be doing.

Play for this team, Beck. Come to Beachside, Beck. Do this, Beck.

But now, with this woman in my arms, laying there last night, looking down at her right fucking now…

I'm done with that.

So instead of asking, I pull her up.

"Come here," I growl, her hand releasing my throbbing cock. "Bend over for me, baby. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours."

She comes willingly, gasping as I spin her around and bend her over her own desk, my hand coming down over her ass with a firm spank.

"Oh!"

She cries out as her palms hit the surface, her ass waggling right before my hungry eyes. Moving closer, I yank her trousers down her thighs in one rough motion, grabbing her wrists and pinning her hands behind her back with one of mine.

"You like this, baby? You like me taking control?"

She waggles her ass at me. "Yes."

She bends deeper. A whimper escapes her lips.

I'm not even touching her yet, and she's already moaning.

I chuckle at the sight. A bright blue G-string is practically glowing against her skin. I hook my fingers under the fabric and tear, the snap echoing as she gasps.

"Who would have thought? A perfect society girl like's being taken care of like this."

I spread her cheeks with both hands, and I don't think. I just bend and drag my tongue up her entire ass in one clean, filthy swipe. Tasting both holes. Her whole body trembles against my mouth, so I keep licking as her hand shifts behind her to hold my face right there.

"Oh… Beck…"

My tongue works her in long, flat strokes, alternating between her ass and her pussy like she's a tasting menu and I'm the hungriest motherfucker in the room. She presses back against my face, grinding, and I dig in deeper.

My chin drips with her arousal, so I swipe at it with my hand and rub it all over my cock.

"God, you taste good," I mumble against her skin. "Best I've ever had. You know that?"

She moans breathlessly, then cries out when I bite her ass cheek.

I pull back just enough to watch my mark bloom across her skin. Then I bring my palm down again, harder this time, and she bucks against me.