It’s been so long since I’ve felt this good, this sexy. The way his hand slides up my leg and caresses it with his touch leaves fire in his wake. And I can feel it over every inch of my skin. We are nothing but hands, heavy breaths, and lips.
My gaze catches his when he pushes in farther, gaining a steady rhythm. He holds my stare, no shame and no emotion on his face.
What am I doing?
His hand slides between us to rub my clit, giving it just the right amount of pressure, and my head tilts back, and my eyes begin to close.
“Beckham.”
I almost still at Shandy’s voice.
Almost.
But he doesn’t stop his relentless pursuit to make me come, and I don’t push him off to stop him.
I hate him.
But I want him more than anything at this moment.
I think I’m really going to regret this.
But the thought doesn’t stop me either.
“Fuck off, Shandy,” Beckham growls, then pushes into me harder and faster. His hand that’s rubbing me picks up pace, and my hands drop to the bed and clutch it tight as the orgasm hits me.
“Oh, my God,” I scream. Loudly.
Beckham leans down and places his mouth over mine to shut me up, and I know for a fact that Shandy must have heard that.
I just don’t seem to care.
As I kiss him back, he flips until he’s under me and I’m on top, then he grabs hold of my hips and starts moving me fast. My hips rock back and forth, back and forth, at a speed I can’t help that builds and builds until I’m screaming again.
What the ever-loving fuck?
How is his cock this magical?
I collapse on top of him, my body spent and my mind blown.
He pushes my hair to the side, and I feel him kiss my shoulder before he speaks, “I always knew you would be an easy fuck.”
His words don’t register at first, and when they do, I sit up abruptly with him still inside of me and a smirk on his face.
Goddammit! He knew what he was doing, and I was a fool to let it happen.
And I’m afraid I would be a fool who would let it happen again. And again.
But those words, those awful words, they make my hand come up, and then I’m smacking him hard across his face before I climb off of him. I reach for a towel, anything now that I’m naked, and turn back to him sitting up on his elbows. Not even bothered I just hit him.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” I bark, my hands clutching the towel to my body.
“I may, but one of my nerves that was just inside your body I know you quite enjoyed. Actually, if I remember correctly, you even called me god. How many men do you call that?” He sits up fully, swings his legs off the edge of the bed, and stands.
Completely naked.
My eyes rake over him. He has long, tanned legs that are toned. He has an eight-pack, and just below that, a cock that I already know can serve me magic on a platter.
A platter for my pussy.
“Fuck, you are a real dick.”
He glances down at his cock and back to me with a smirk. “It is real, isn’t it? And he’s almost ready to go again if you think you can?”
“Nope. No fucking way. Get the fuck out.” I point to the door he slithered in through, but he makes no move to leave.
“This is a change. Usually, it’s me throwing the women out,” he comments.
“That’s because I can already see what an incredible ass you are. They’re blinded by good sex,” I spit back at him, hugging the towel to my body as if he hasn’t already seen every inch of me.
“Hmm,” is all I get in response. He’s looking at my body, seemingly lost in thought.
“Leave. Now,” I say, hoping he will. I’m tired, and it’s not just from the great sex. It’s from multiple things, including my illogical mind telling me to make him stay, do it again, and my logical mind saying no fucking way.
“So you’ve said. Why the rush? We have all night.” He starts toward me again, and I step back.
“Beckham.”
I turn to that voice.
Shandy is standing on the balcony looking in.
How long has she been out there? I don’t know if I want to know the answer to that question.
Shandy doesn’t seem to care that he’s naked. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she stares him down. “Get back to your villa and leave her alone.”
“Go to your own fucking villa, Shandy. Fuck off,” he bites back.
“You should leave … right now,” I plead with him while holding open the glass door that leads to where Shandy is standing.
Beckham looks shocked at my words, and I don’t get why.