The Chase

“Toward the front, yeah.”

It tripped Heavenly into orgasm every time.

Beck gathered her closer, changed his angle, then began to propel his way deep with steady, savage thrusts. Almost instantly, she cried out, seized up. Sweat beaded at his temples, along his back, as a slow thrill rumbled down his spine and wound through his body, so hot it felt nuclear.

A half-dozen thrusts later, Heavenly tightened on him, her grip around his cock going from snug to strangling. He fought his way deeper, nudging her cervix. She bowed and screamed, her legs tightening on him, her fingers suddenly digging into his shoulders. Her eyes begged. Then he inched back, dragging his length and fat crest along that one spot…

Heavenly gasped, froze, then jolted and moaned from somewhere deep in her lungs. The sound dripped pleasure. Between that and the clamping of her cunt, it nearly sent Beck over the fucking edge. He hung on by sheer will, not ready for this to end.

As her climax slowed to soft, sporadic pulses, he eased free and melted onto the mattress, panting and heart thudding like he’d just run miles. “I’ve got to tag out.”

Or I’m going to come so hard inside her.

Seth didn’t hesitate, just slid between her lax thighs, took her lips with a rough passion she responded to instantly, then rose up on his arms and pushed inside her again. His head fell back with a groan. Her gasp sounded tormented, like a needy squeal. He rooted deeper, circling, pushing, claiming every bit of her he could.

“Holy fuck, you feel so good. I love being inside you, angel.” He fucked her harder. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she panted, her blue stare clinging and begging for more.

Beck propped up on his elbow. “You look so beautiful. Let me see you come while he fucks you, little girl.”

“Jesus, are you trying to end me?” Seth bitched.

Beck just smiled. Was there some subversive part of him that hoped she got pregnant? Sure. Realistically, he knew she was due for a period any day now. She was so late in her cycle that her chances of conceiving were almost nil. Almost… A guy could still hope.

But Beck gave him one last out. “Like I said, the box is in the nightstand.”

Seth stilled.

“No!” Heavenly protested, wriggling and silently urging him on. “I need you. Please. Please…”

“Fuck no,” Seth snarled Beck’s way, then turned his focus to Heavenly. “I’m here, angel.” He stroked into her again, harder, picking up the pace, heedless of what came next. “I’m not leaving. I promise.”

Beck couldn’t resist helping them along.

Bending, he plucked at her nipples with his lips and teeth, dragging her pebbled peaks into his mouth, onto his tongue, and eating at them without mercy. He licked his fingers, then dragged his free hand between their bodies until he found her clit, already swelling and hardening, the tip distending. With a soft, slow drag, he worked her most sensitive spot while Seth heaved in deep breaths, then slid one hand under her, lifted her hips, and worked the spot she couldn’t resist.

Heavenly breathed hard, flushing, lips parted, so focused on Seth. His cheeks had gone ruddy as he used his long limbs to ease back, balance at her entrance, then plunge long and strong inside her again.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She blinked, looking dreamy and not quite focused. But she was with him. Their bodies moved together. Their breaths aligned.

“Tell me you want me.”

Heavenly cupped his shoulders. “I want you.”

“Tell me you love me.”

Her brow furrowed. Beck saw her fighting the encroaching pleasure to give Seth what he demanded. “I love you.”

It was more of a breathy moan than a statement, but it clearly did something to him, just as it did to Beck.

“Tell me you’re ours.”

“I’m yours. Always.”

“Fuck. Angel…” Seth’s strokes ramped up, harder, faster. He bared his teeth. He chanted her name.