Page 30 of Everything After

Anthony used to shove all the way to the back of my throat. I learned how not to gag when he did this, so I test to see if it’s any different with Beckett. I take him to the back of my throat and lightly suck, making him moan as his hips jerk. “Is that good?” I pull back and ask.

“So good, Kitten. It feels so good,” he pants. I do it again, and I look up at him as I suck harder and move my head to fuck my own mouth. I stop when his groan changes, and he drops his head to even out his shaky breathing.

“Want to go lie down?” I offer.

“Yeah, baby. Let’s go lie down,” he says, pulling me up to stand before kissing me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stifling a grin.

“I didn’t expect you to deep-throat me, Sierra. I’m not very sure,” he says with a chuckle.

We get out and dry off before going to bed. Still naked, Beckett lies down, and I sit on my knees next to him. “What did Bella put in here?” I ask.

“Sex toys,” he deadpans.

“Oh, like a pocket pussy?” I ask.

“No, a clit stimulator. It’s called a Rose,” he says. “And a massive vibrator that thrusts and rotates.”

“Sounds… Interesting,” I laugh.

“Do you want to continue to explore?” he asks me, gently rubbing my thigh.

“I do,” I say with a smile. Beckett reaches over into his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lubricant. He hands it to me, and I open it to drip some on his cock. I smile when he twitches as the cool liquid runs down the length of him. When I start stroking him again, I tighten my grip and quicken a bit.

I watch as his muscles tense and he groans. When I quicken more, his head tips back and he moans softly. I stop and let him relax before doing it again and again. “Fuck, Sierra,” he growls.

“Am I doing okay?” I ask.

“I fucking hate your brother,” he says when I stop again.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

“No, baby. I underestimated you, though,” he says

“Because of this?” I ask, dropping down and taking him to the back of my throat. His moan is simply beautiful, so I suck hard and bob my head.

“Oh fuck!” he moans, his hips bucking. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I can’t… Oh, God!”

I realize that the harder I suck, the more he involuntarily rocks his hips to fuck my mouth. When I pull away, he lets me. I keep expecting him to just hold me down and let himself get off, but he doesn’t. He keeps letting me edge him until he is nearly in tears.

“Fuck, baby. Hold on,” he pants, pulling me up to hug me to his chest.

“Sorry. I got carried away,” I giggle as I relax against him.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, kissing me. “Did you learn anything?”

“I learned that you do, in fact, have self-control,” I say. “Also… Can you show me what that would be like for me?”

“Edging or pleasure?” he asks.

“Pleasure,” I laugh.

“Are you asking me to make you come, Sierra?” he asks, rolling me onto my back so he can kneel between my thighs.

“Fuck. Wait, wait, wait,” I say suddenly. “Slow.”

“Keep your eyes on mine, okay?” he says.