Page 71 of Under Pressure

He goes easily and sits on the edge. The change in position has us almost eye to eye as I adjust my hold and run my fingers through his damp hair. The strangled noise that escapes himspurs me on, and I don’t fight him when he grips my hips and helps me straddle him.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” he says, gazing at me.

I nod once and bring my mouth back down to his. I’m the one who deepens it, who curls my fingers in the hair at his nape and settles into his lap, not caring that his towel’s come undone beneath me, leaving his cock barely covered by the loose fabric.

He brings his hands around to my ass and squeezes both cheeks, working his fingers deep into the soft skin. His throaty groan is music to my ears. It’s bold and settles any lingering nerves and worries I had that maybe he wasn’t a huge fan of every part of my body. I press down with my core, and the first brush of contact between us has me gasping.

He grips me harder and encourages me to do it again. The thick, curved shape of him beneath his towel is so hard I’d bet it hurts. I wasn’t sure it was possible after he came in the shower not that long ago, but there’s no mistaking it. My shorts are stuck to my pussy, and I can’t find it in me to be ashamed of how wet I am.

Beck isn’t put off by it. If anything, the erection beneath me says the opposite. And that’s all I need to remember.

I grind down on him and suck in a breath when the contact presses just right on my clit. He wraps my hair around his knuckles and digs his fingertips into my scalp, keeping me in place. I swivel my hips and pinch the edge of his towel, considering pulling it out of the way.

“You pull that off and I’m going to lose my fucking mind, baby. I can make you come with it in place.”

Reluctance gnaws on me before I release the towel and lean my forehead against his, our mouths drifting together but never fusing. “Prove it.”

His grin is so dirty I shiver. Without another word, he wraps an arm around my back and dips his fingers into my shorts. My eyes drop, but I can’t see what he’s doing. All I can do is feel as he swipes over my clit and learns just how wet I am.

“I can still taste you, Quinny,” he murmurs, staring directly at my lips. “For months, I’ve wondered what this perfect pussy would taste like, and now that I know, I want to spend the rest of my life with my tongue between your legs.”

He spreads two fingers and traps my clit between them before rubbing them together. I choke on a moan and force my eyes to remain open so I can watch him.

“Something tells me that tasting it right from the source would be better than on your fingers, though. Can I do that?”

“You want to give me oral?” I whimper when he swipes through my lower lips, coating his fingers.

“I want to eat your pussy, Quinn. For as long as it takes to make you squirt all over my face.”

I clench around nothing, the dirty words sparking something inside of me that I didn’t know was there. I’ve been with a few men before, but none who spoke like this. It’s turning me on more than I thought it would.

“Okay.”

He gives my ass one last squeeze before rolling us over on the mattress. My back hits the expensive bedding, but he doesn’t settle on top of me. I bite the inside of my cheek and watch him lower himself to his knees on the cold floor. There’s no hint of nervousness on his face as he pinches the waistband of my shorts and starts working them down my legs.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about those beautiful tits. I have a whole lot of worshipping to do when it comes to those. I just need to do this first.”

My reply dies on my tongue, turning into a cry of pleasure instead. Beck doesn’t even wait until my shorts and panties have made it past my knees before he’s pressing his face between my thighs and dragging his tongue through my slit once, twice, five times. I try to spread my legs for him, but he takes my hands and pushes them out of the way, forcing them to rest on the bedding instead of getting in his way.

The deep, scolding noise that blows across my pussy shutsme up. I grip the comforter instead and press up against his mouth. I’ve never felt this desperate for anything before. I need him to make me come, and I need it to be soon.

“So much fucking better like this,” he praises, green eyes flicking up to stare at me. “Tell me what you like, baby.”

I almost laugh at how useless that would be when he’s already figured it out. “That. This. What you’re doing.”

He smirks into my core and lashes his tongue against my pulsing. I can hardly see him over my heaving breasts and hard nipples. It’s unfair, and I grip the heavy flesh, squeezing my nipple in punishment.

Pressure arrives at my entrance before he’s sinking two fingers inside of me. I’m already stretched from earlier, but this is . . . so muchbetter. That pleasure I was searching for is finally here. It’s at Beck’s fingertips, and I can’t help but press into his touch, demanding more.

“That’s it, baby. Does it feel good when I do this? When I fill you up with my fingers? You’re dripping like it does.”

My eyes roll up until I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t know when I sank my fingers in his hair, but the thick, long strands are all around them, tickling my knuckles as I give it a tug. His answering moan is fuel to the roaring fire in my core. A memory of what happened in my dream attacks me, and then I’m reaching for his silver chain, gripping it tightly. He growls into my pussy, approving of the move.

“I want you to come for me. Let me drown in you. It’s the only way I want to go,” he demands desperately.

Knowing that he wants me to come so badly is what sets me off. This isn’t about him, and he doesn’t care. I’m the focus right now, like he’s put me up on a pedestal and doesn’t want to be anywhere but worshipping on his knees in front of it.

His tongue speeds up when I topple over the edge. I arch off the bed with a cry, pulling ruthlessly on his hair as he pumps his fingers through my orgasm and a few moments after. It isn’t until I suck in my first big breath and settle onto the comforteragain that he pulls them free and presses a plethora of kisses over both my inner thighs.