Victim of Love (15 page)

While Beck’s cock was hard and hot where it dug into my hip, his kiss was slightly hesitant. I was having none of that, and forced my tongue deeper into his mouth, devouring it as I rolled on top of him, my hands gliding everywhere, touching and stroking every patch of bare flesh I could find. Pressing my weight down on him, I slid my palms up his body and caught his face in both hands, sucking his tongue as I ground my hips against his.

As Beck let out a hard breath, he finally relaxed beneath me, and returned the kiss with enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around my back, hips lifting as he pushed his cock against mine. I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped as I breathed into his mouth, or the gasp when his strong arms tightened around me and rolled us over, putting me on my back beneath him.

Resting on his elbows, Beck smiled down at me, thumb stroking my jawline. “You’re awfully demanding tonight,” he said.

“Is it too much for you?” I taunted.

Beck’s smile slipped away, but I could sense his excitement, not just in the swelling of his cock, but in the rush of warm breath that left his lips. “I’m about to show you what these old bones can do,” he said. “Then we’ll see how cocky you are.”

“Show me,” I said. “Please.”

Beck went still on top of me, expression hard and serious. “Are you willing?”

“Yes,” I said. “Completely.”

“I don’t just mean the sex,” he said. “Are you willing to pretend?” His eyebrows pinched into a frown. “Pretend with me tonight, Olsen?”

I hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Yes.”

Beck let out a breath, but there was still caution in his eyes. Seconds passed in silence as he held me in the darkness, staring down at me. “Tell me you love me,” he whispered.

I gasped softly, then swallowed hard. I’d never said those words to a man before. Had always expected that when I finally did, it would be the real thing. I hesitated, heart pounding.

Still pinning me with his eyes, Beck’s right hand trailed down my side. He lifted his hips, then found my cock, gently caressing. “Tell me you love me,” he repeated.

My eyelids fluttered as his soft hand tightened around my cock, gently stroking. “I love you.”

Letting out two hard breaths, Beck slid down and his mouth fell upon my neck. Then he was suddenly all over me, gripping my ass, working his mouth down over my chest, stopping to suck my nipple. I groaned as his tongue swirled around it, hardening it into a peak. He moved over and repeated the action on my other nipple, then his hot mouth glided lower, over my ribs, biting and sucking.

Shifting, he maneuvered himself between my legs and lifted my lower body right up off the mattress. Strong arms gripping my hips, his head lowered to my groin and a hot tongue lathed my balls. “Oh, shit,” I huffed.

Nuzzling my inner thigh, Beck’s eyes looked up the length of my body. “Say it again. Say you love me.”

I lost my breath when his tongue moved to my shaft, licking up the length as he rested my ass back onto the mattress. He took me in, sucking deep until I hit the back of his throat, then slowly eased back. Pausing, he looked up at me expectantly.

Throbbing and dizzy now, I closed my eyes and gave him what he wanted. “I love you,” I breathed out. “I love you. Don’t stop.”

Beck slid over so he was lying alongside my hips. Grabbing my ass with both hands, he went down on me again, and I lifted, pushing hard into his mouth. This time he stayed there, and my eyes nearly crossed as he worked my dick with his mouth and tongue, gliding up and down with fast, alternating angles.

When the intense pleasure brought soft, involuntary moans from me, desperate and pleading sounds, I acknowledged that perhaps I was as sweet and naïve as he’d made me out to be, because this was nothing like the fumbling, sloppy blowjobs I’d received in the past. Beck knew how to control me in a way I hadn’t thought possible, seemed to find every nerve and secret pleasure point, hitting them all again and again, not letting me recover before sending another sharp blast of ecstasy through my groin.

This was a
man
, not a boy, a real man giving me pleasure, a man who knew what he was doing, and that thought turned me on further until I had to grip his head to stop him before I blew like a firehose into his mouth.

Beck took the cue, releasing me and easing his head back. He seemed to know my mind, that I didn’t want to come yet, and he gently stroked my thigh while I recovered, breathing heavily, my cock stretched so hard it felt about to burst apart. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” I took a deep breath, getting my control back. “Need more of you.”

“Turn over,” he said. “And get on your knees.”

I followed his orders, my thighs wobbly as I rolled onto my stomach then rose up, kneeling on the mattress.

“Rest your hands against the wall.”

As I leaned forward and set my palms on the wooded paneling, I heard Beck shuffling behind me. A small tearing sound, and I knew he was getting a condom ready. I struggled to control my breathing as my cock throbbed painfully, my ass aching with a need I knew would not go unfulfilled.

Hands gently rested on my hips, a puff of warm breath against the back of my neck. “Shuffle back a bit,” he said, giving my hips a little tug. “Keep your hands on the wall.”

I moved backward on my knees until he stopped me with a hand on my ass.

“That’s perfect, stay there.”

The wall supporting me, I was angled forward now, not uncomfortably so, but enough that I was unable to make any voluntary movement, vulnerable and completely at his mercy. Beck’s warm hands slid up my thighs and he kissed my back, hot tongue trailing over my shoulder. His hands slid around and stroked my lower belly, up over my chest, then down again. “This body,” he whispered as his hands moved all over me. “I’ve been aching for it.”

He eased back and one strong arm wrapped around my waist. The slick head of his cock rubbed across my entrance, teasing me as he held me firmly in place. “Do you want this, baby?” he asked softly, penetrating me just slightly before withdrawing again.

“I want it,” I whispered.

He pushed in, breaching my entrance, but went no farther. I gasped, clenching around his thick head, pulses of want blasting up inside. Holding himself there in limbo, the arm that held me loosened as Beck’s hand moved down below my navel, gently brushing the head of my cock. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Shivering, I moaned as he eased into my tightness, filling me up, then dragging himself back out with controlled slowness. “So bad,” I said. “I want it so bad. Please. Do it again, please.”

Beck’s chest pressed against my back as he leaned forward and placed his hands alongside mine on the wall. Gripping my wrists, his fingers gently moved up the length of my arms, making me shiver. Catching me around waist again, his cock shoved into me hard as he pulled me tightly against his body.

My hands slipped off the wall when he jerked me back, but his arm held me in place. He guided me down and my palms hit the mattress.

“That’s good right there,” he whispered. “Even better. Stay right there. I’m gonna take you like this, on your hands and knees.”

Then, with no more teasing or foreplay, he began to fuck me, my body jerking forward with each thrust as his strong arm held me around the waist, one hand covering mine on the mattress. His chest flattened against my back as he bent over me, hips slamming against my ass, hot breath in my ear. “Is it good, baby?”

My mouth fell open, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and I tried to make a sound of encouragement but managed only a mumble, because Beck wasn’t holding back, penetrating me hard and fast, owning me completely, and all I could do was feel it, my channel softening in submission, allowing myself to be used by him while the pleasure rendered me speechless.

“I love you,” Beck whispered in my ear, making me croon out a rather undignified sound in response. Though my mind knew this was the ‘pretending’ part of the game, my body had no idea, and responded to his words with a renewed flame that made my cock leak.

“I love you, Olsen. Want to do this forever.” He fucked me faster, and I was still aware of myself enough to be floored by his stamina, the strength in his body. “So glad you’re mine. I want to fuck you forever, baby. Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” I huffed as he grabbed my cock, my orgasm sneaking up fast. “God, yes, forever, Beck. Do it forever.”

“You want me to do this every day?” his sultry voice asked. “Get you on your hands and knees and take you hard?” On the word
hard
, he squeezed my cock, setting off fireworks in my brain.

“Every day,” I said, the words coming out louder than I’d anticipated. “Every day,” I said more softly. “Beck...I’m gonna come.”

Releasing my cock, he took hold of me and pulled me up straight, then slid a pillow under my hips. With a hand on my back, he shoved me forward and I landed on my belly, face down on the mattress. Then Beck’s body fell onto me, shoving himself hard into my ass, the action pushing my erection into the pillow.

He pumped against me, hips slapping and lighting me up inside with each deep stroke. My cock was trapped against the pillow and swelling with each jerk of my body as the friction lit up my nerves in a wave, cresting the point of no return.

“You gonna come?” he huffed out.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes,” I panted out, my balls beginning to tighten. “Yes, I love you, Beck please, please, I’m gonna blow.”

“Come now,” he growled. “Come with me, baby.”

I was forced to bury my face into the mattress because I couldn’t contain the howl that ripped out as I came with his cock pumping deep inside me. Everything below the waist exploded as I gushed onto the pillow, climactic bliss blasting through my ass and traveling through every muscle fiber, tightening my balls, cramping my thighs, and I rode it, and rode it, wondering if it would ever stop. I just kept coming and coming, amazed by how much I had inside me, spurt after spurt shooting out and saturating the pillow.

My stomach muscles contracted and my asshole clenched as the pleasure became almost pain, then I was over the other side, close to passing out as the waves of scorching bliss slowly released me, finally relinquishing control, allowing me to breathe again.

Beck bit my shoulder, and I felt him softening as he rocked back and forth on top of me, riding his own climax, then finally slowing. “Fuck. Damn, Olsen.” His sweat slicked body glided over my back one more time, then he pulled out and rolled off, falling onto his back beside me.

I caught my breath, then finally moved, lifting my hips and dragging the pillow out from under my body. I paused, frowning at it, slightly floored by the magnitude of the mess I’d made.

Turning his head toward me, Beck laughed. “You did a number on that pillow.”

“I know.” I tossed the pillow down onto the floor. “I feel like I should buy it dinner or something.” I smiled at Beck. “I’ll wash that pillowcase for you.”

Beck laughed louder and grabbed me around the neck, pulling me in and holding me there, my head rested on his chest. Contented, I breathed in his scent, listening to his heart beat, and ran my finger up and down his stomach. Absentmindedly, my finger moved to his hip and traced the lines of his tattoo.

Beck grabbed my hand and jerked it away from his hip, making me flinch. He tried to cover the action by giving my hand a gentle squeeze, holding to his chest. I wasn’t sure if his reaction was just an involuntary reflex, but I got the message either way, loud and clear.
Don’t fuck with the tattoo
. If I’d ever entertained any thoughts of actually
asking
about the body art, well, I knew now for certain that was a bad idea.

“I’m going to take Laurie out to breakfast tomorrow,” he said softly. “Maybe take her shopping after or something. I need to spend some quality time with her while I’m here.”

“Good,” I said. “I think that’s a good idea.”

He sighed heavily. “Yeah. Can’t make up for missing her last birthday. But I can give it the old college try.”

“I know she’s glad you’re here,” I said. “She mentioned she doesn’t see you as much as she’d like.”

“I know. That’s why I agreed to come. I’m hoping this will count as a grand gesture on my part. Or at least an apology.”

I nuzzled his chest, breathing him in. “I’m sure she understands. Your work requires a lot of travel, right?”

He nodded. “Some, yeah.”

“Where do you call home?” I asked. “How far from Laurie do you live?”

His shoulder shrugged. “About three miles.”

I went still. “Three miles?”

Beck’s head turned and he looked at me. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“I...I figured you lived in another state or something.” I propped my head on my palm, looking at Beck in the darkness. “You live in Boston?”

He nodded. “Yep.”

I wasn’t sure why this bothered me. In a way, thinking of Beck going home to some faraway place had been comforting. Knowing the guy lived basically down the road from me...well, that kind of scrambled my brain. He hadn’t argued when I’d pointed out he was never going to see me again after this trip. But knowing that he lived near me, that he
could
see me, easily if he wanted to...that made it harder. Made it hurt a bit. Though I’d never admit it. Not to Beck. And especially not to Kamal, who’d warned me this would happen. That I’d get hurt.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Beck said.

I swallowed hard. “You do?”

“You’re thinking I’m a terrible brother because I live so close to Laurie but never see her.”

Oh
. That.
Right
.
“I don’t judge you,” was all I could manage to say.

Beck turned onto his side, facing me, mirroring my position. “Do you mean that? That you don’t judge me?”

His eyes were sincere, almost vulnerable, and I wasn’t sure if we were still pretending to be in love, or if it really mattered to him what I thought. “Yeah, I mean it,” I said. “I have no reason to judge you.”

He sighed through his nose. “Good. Because I want to ask you a favor.”

I frowned. “What favor?”

“I have to go out for a few hours tomorrow afternoon. I was hoping you could kind of...keep Laurie occupied. Make sure she’s having fun, so she doesn’t freak out about it.”