Page 29 of Everything After

“Simple. Edge him,” he says. “Just play with him. Learn his reactions, but don’t go so far that he comes. Not until you are ready for that. You might drive him a little insane, but if your goal is to see how much self-control he has, that’s it. Just tell him that’s what you want to do. If it becomes too much for him to handle, he will speak up.”

“Hmm,” I say. “Okay.”

“If you ever have a question, just text me or Bella. Okay?”

“Okay…” I sigh. “This just isn’t something I want to talk to Mom about.”

“Mom would panic if you asked her how to tease a man,” Mason laughs before hugging me. “I love you, Sierra.”

“I love you, too, Mason,” I say.

“Go on so I can violate Bella, and you can drive Bex to tears with edging.”

“Is it bad that I kinda want him to beg?” I ask.

“Never,” Bella says. “What you do is…”

“Don’t you turn my sister into a brat,” Mason interrupts, grabbing her to kiss her.

“Text me,” Bella says in a loud whisper as Mason drags her to his truck. I laugh and walk up to the porch.

“Have a good talk?” Beckett asks.

“Yeah,” I say with a smile.

“Let’s go inside,” he says, kissing my forehead.

When we go inside, I go to the bedroom as he puts the leftover pizza up. My mind is jumbled, and I know what I want, but I don’t know where to start. Beckett suddenly stops me with his hands on my shoulders, but I’m faced away from him.

“Breathe, Sierra,” Beckett says gently. “You are not required to do or want anything. I…”

“I want you,” I say, turning to face him. “I don’t get it, and it scares me, but I like the way you touch me. I like how comfortable I am with you. I like how we fit together perfectly when we cuddle. I like feeling your lips against my skin. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to learn with you. I want to learn you. I want you to learn me. I want to find out that love doesn’t have to hurt. Mason said all I had to do was tell you if something hurt. So I want to try.”

“First,” he says. “I want you to have the chance to explore me and learn that me being hard isn’t something you have to be afraid of.”

“Mason said… he said that if I edged you, then I could see your self-control best, but I should tell you before I do that.”

“Is that what you want?” Beckett asks, smirking.

“I kinda want to make you beg for me,” I say. “In that book… He begged to fuck her.”

“Let’s do this,” he offers. “Let’s take a shower together. We just focus on that until you are comfortable with more. When you get there, we can continue. If you aren’t ready, we will curl up and read together."

“Okay!” I say happily.

We go to the bathroom and turn the water on. I start to undress first. When I look over, my jaw drops when I see his massive cock. “What is it, Kitten?” he asks, lifting my face to look at him.

“I don’t know if that thing will fit inside of me, Bex,” I say, stunned.

“I’ll make sure it fits,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me.

We step into the shower, and he begins washing my hair. I close my eyes and enjoy his touch. When he starts washing my body, he leans me back against the wall. He uses his bare hands to lather the soap before gently cupping my breasts. I gasp softly as he kneads and squeezes me. His hands slowly move around my body, gently touching me in all the places that make me weak.

My head is buzzing by the time he pulls back, and I don’t hesitate to start washing him. It gives me a chance to touch every muscle, trace every ridge of his body. His cock is hard, but he just watches me touch him. I clean the day off of him, but eventually I can’t stop myself. I gently wrap my hand around the base of his cock, but I have to use two hands to fully grip him.

“Fuck,” he groans as I slowly stroke his cock. I move to sit on the bench and pull him to stand in front of me. He places his hand on the wall as I continue to stroke him. A small bead of precome builds on the head of his cock, so I flick my tongue across him to gather it. The whimper that comes out of him catches me by surprise, but I want that again. I keep eye contact as I gently wrap my mouth around him and swirl around the head of his cock.

“Fucking hell, Kitten,” he growls.