Page 43 of The Encore Effect

“Don’t stop on my account.”

Chapter Seventeen

When Beckett left the rest of the band to enjoy a final round at the restaurant in favor of returning to the bus, he’d thought he might get a few minutes alone with Kat to finally talk. He hadn’t expected to find her flushed and panting, getting herself off in their bed. If the movement of her hand beneath the flimsy sheet hadn’t given her away, the way she’d moaned his name would have been more than enough. He knew that moan. Intimately. Had thought about it while he fucked his own fist for the last decade.

“Keep going,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the dimly lit room.

There was a moment when he thought she might stop, might tell him to fuck off, might do any number of things that amounted to denying him the single most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. But then her eyes darkened and she dropped her head back on the pillow again, her hand slowly resuming its movement beneath the sheet.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she muttered.

He chuckled darkly. “Keep telling yourself that, love.”

Beckett leaned against the wall of the small space, crossing his arms over his chest, and watched as her cheeks reddened. She was overthinking it, which meant she wasn’t going to come. And that was unacceptable.

“Hold it against your clit,” he instructed. The hitch in her breathing let him know when she had obeyed. “Good girl. Gently now. Don’t want to come too soon.”

“Fuck you,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “No touching, remember?”

She groaned, her legs twisting beneath the thin fabric.

“No touching doesn’t mean no looking, though,” he continued. She went still except for the rise and fall of her chest, and he wondered if he’d asked for too much, but there was no going back now. “Let me see you, Luna.”

She held his gaze as she flipped back the sheet, revealing her bare lower half, her shirt rucked up around her waist, knees splayed, a buzzing pink silicone toy held between her legs. He swore under his breath.

“Christ, look at you,” he said, awe and relief and so much gratitude mingling in his chest. “I can see how wet you are from here. What were you thinking about to get so wet?”

She opened her mouth as if she might speak, then closed it again, groaning as her hips pumped forward against the toy.

“That’s alright, baby. You don’t have to tell me. Just let me watch you.”

Her lips turned up at one corner, her liquid eyes molten. “What do you want to see?” she asked, her voice husky and warm.

He glanced up at her, clocking her subtle nod, the quiet confirmation that she wanted this moment as badly as he did.

“I want to watch you slide that silicone cock inside yourself.”

“Yes,” she whispered, moving the curved end of the toy down to her opening. She pressed it against herself, the ball at the end straining against her.

“That’s it, baby. It’s going to feel so good. Let it fill you up.”

The ball disappeared inside her opening, and she let out a deep sigh of relief.

“How does it feel?” he asked, pressing the heel of his hand to the erection straining against the placket of his jeans.

“So good,” she mumbled, moving the toy in shallow thrusts.

“Can you take it deeper?”

She nodded and slid more of the toy inside herself.

“I wish you could see yourself, love. Your pussy looks so pretty when you play with your toy.”

She gasped, her hips rocketing forward.

“Deeper.”