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I grinned. “Just trying to give you what you want. If I fight back, you won’t end up on top.”
He huffed. “Cocky bastard.”
“Sorry?”
He rolled his eyes. “Tell you what, how about we pick up where we left off and we’ll just see what happens?”
I eyed him skeptically. “Beck, I had you immobilized.”
“I’m aware.”
“My hand was around your dick.”
“I remember.”
Heat simmered through me, and my gaze met his, which was steady, no signs of uncertainty. Still, I had to ask. “Are you sure that’s how you want this to go? You can have me however you want me.”
“That’s how I want you, Wes. That’s always how I want you.” He sat back on my lap, settling his ass over my dick, which was now fully hard at the thought of having Beck at my mercy again. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d be happy to bottom for him. That I’d have sex with him any which way. But there was no denying I had a preference, and that preference was for Beck to be a puddle of need in my hands. “But if you want something else—”
“I want you begging and desperate,” I cut in. “Whatever gets me that…”
He snorted. “You don’t want much, do you?”
I grinned. “Grab the supplies and get in position. We have a wrestling match to finish.”
He laughed as he reached for the bedside table and pulled open the drawer, withdrawing condoms and lube. My pulse kicked up a notch when he tossed them on the bed beside me. Before we could carry on with possibly breaking another bed, I drew him into a long, tender kiss. “I love you, you know? I really am happy to have any kind of sex you want or none at all. We could snuggle all night and I’d be happy.”
He pulled a face. “Look, I like cuddles as much as the next guy, but what I really want is your fat dick buried in my ass while you use your strength to manhandle me like a ragdoll.”
My breath whooshed out. “Fuck. My dirty mouth is rubbing off on you.”
Beckett smiled, his expression incredibly fond considering the filthy things he’d just said. “Maybe it is. This is who we are, Wes. It doesn’t have to change just because we love each other. In fact, it’ll only be better, right?”
“Oh, it’s going to be fantastic. No doubt about that.”
I gripped Beck’s biceps and tugged him toward me. With some careful maneuvering we got back into the position we’d assumed before Andi’s interruption. Beck lay with his back pressed to my chest, his arms over his head. This time, I didn’t have to restrain him, so he locked his hands behind my neck, freeing me up to caress the length of his body.
Beck was incredibly gorgeous stretched out over me, lean muscle on display. His back was arched slightly, stomach trembling, long, slender cock curving up over his lower abs. I coasted my hands down his ribs, absorbing the tension in his body, the goose bumps rising on his flesh as anticipation built.
I grabbed the bottle of lube, slicked my hand, then bypassed his cock to hike up a thigh and circle his hole with a fingertip.
Beckett gasped and pushed his leg down, straining against me enough to give me the illusion of resistance rather than a real fight.He wants to play, I thought with delight, and tightened my grip, yanking his leg back more firmly as I pushed my finger inside him. A strangled moan escaped his mouth.
“You like it,” I said into his ear. “You want me to make you take it.”
He strained to fight my hold on his leg—while keeping his hands behind my neck as if they were handcuffed there, rather than held there voluntarily. I pushed a second finger inside him, and he pressed down, taking them deeper inside him.
“Answer me,” I ordered. “Tell me you want it.”
When he didn’t answer, I started to withdraw my fingers.
“I do,” he gasped.
“Beg me for it.”
“Please,” he mumbled.
“Please what?”
