“Maybe it’s not what you think. There could be a reasonable explanation, Lola,” he pointed out as he closed the remaining distance between them. His large hand wrapped around the fleshy part of her upper arm and shocking both of them, he drew her into his arms. She fit like a glove, her body automatically molded to his. Lola’s mind raced as they stood together, paranoid that he’d be able to hear the fierce beating of her heart. Just like in her dream, something started to build inside her, a feeling she didn’t quite understand.
Leaning her head back, her eyes met Beckett’s and she inhaled sharply. His gaze burned into hers, his grip on her becoming almost painful. Before she could form any kind of coherent reply, his head swooped down and he claimed her mouth as his. His hands moved to fist in her hair, tugging and releasing as he angled her into the position he wanted her in.
It was a kiss full of possessiveness, lust leading the way. He fought to dominate her, threatened to consume every bit of goodness inside her. Beckett coaxed her lips to part and barely aware of her surroundings, she conceded, allowing his tongue to clash with hers. Her fantasy of him mingled with reality, until finally she regained part of her senses.
“Wait,” she rushed out between breaths. “Beckett, wait. What are we doing? This is wrong.” Beckett loosened his hold on her, but refused to release her completely.
“It’s not wrong. It’s meant to be, Lola. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. I’m done waiting,” he announced. Without giving her a chance to process his words, he again crashed his mouth down on hers, desperate to have her taste filling his senses once more. The innocence she possessed was beckoning to him, begging to be defiled. His love for her had morphed into its own entity, a force not to be denied.
His mouth traveled down the length of her neck, biting and sucking in a leisurely trail of fire. In the back of his mind, he tried to remember that she was a virgin, but it was nearly impossible to keep himself in check. He’d wanted her for so long, he was feral in his need to make her truly his.
“Touch me, Lola. Let your hands have control,” he whispered in her ear. When a shiver passed through her body at his words, he grinned, toothy and full of a malicious delight. “Don’t be afraid to explore your own body, give yourself that pleasure.”
His words were dirty and wrong, but they were so fucking good at the same time. An ache grew between her legs, a fire spreading from her belly all the way to her toes. Reaching for the hem of his black t-shirt, she drew it over his head, her eyes widening as they traveled over his muscular form. As wrong as it might be to lust after her step-brother, she wanted him. Wanted to submit to his intense infatuation, no matter the cost. Gathering her courage, she touched her lips to his chest, placing his kisses along his skin, in a similar fashion as he’d done to her. When he groaned, she took that as a sign of approval.
He slipped the straps of her tank top down her shoulders, feasting his hot gaze on her tits. Cupping them, he teased her nipples to hard nubs, before lowering his head and devouring her. Lola arched her back and cried out, uncertain of the feelings coursing through her body. Still sucking on her breasts, Beckett’s hand moved between her thighs.
“Already wet for me, baby. I fucking love that. Have you made yourself come thinking of me?” He gently stroked her pussy, not wanting to rush the moment when he was finally inside her.
“N-no. I’ve never...I’ve never…” Lola’s words trailed off as embarrassment washed over her. She wasn’t a fool, she knew Beckett was experienced. Her own lacking sexual experience cleared the fog of desire a bit and she started to retreat.
“Good. I wanted it to be me that gave you all your firsts. And you will give them to me, Lola. You’ll give me everything.” He tightened his grip on her and maneuvered them backwards until her knees hit the mattress. Lowering her down, his mouth was back on her skin in an instant, intent on heightening her lust once more. He slid her sleep shorts down her body, nearly losing all control at the sight of her glistening pussy.
He used one finger to spread her folds, the heat radiating from her beckoning him forward. “Open your eyes, Lola. Look at me,” he ordered.
She obeyed, and when their gazes connected, every reservation she had about what they were about to do melted away. He stared at her so intently, as though she were the only being on the earth. His entire existence seemed to be only for her in that moment. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. The forbiddenness of what they were doing was like a drug, one she was insanely high on. If she wasn’t careful, his dominance over her would be inevitable.
He slipped one finger inside her and then two, grunting as her tightness gripped him. He found her most sensitive spot quickly and stroked it, desperate to have her fall over the edge. Covering her body with his, he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. When he again drew her nipple into his mouth, she nearly jackknifed off the bed, the sensations too much for her.
“Beckett, something...I feel…”
“I know, baby.
