“I can’t believe you actually did it.” She shook her head. “I was teasing… and holy shit, does that make me horny as hell.”
CHAPTER 12
Walk like a champion.
-Tampon inspirational quote
TROUPER
I reached for her, pulling her into my arms, and then walked her backward so that I could take her to the bed.
When her knees hit the bed, she fell backward, and I followed her, catching myself on my hands beside her head as we both bounced.
She looked down the length of my body, her hands smoothing up and down the line of my ribs.
Her hands were soft, and the way her fingertips danced over my ribcage made me nearly squirm.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathed. “You above me, holding me down, just like this.”
I moved further into position between her legs, allowing my cock to grind against her pussy for a few short seconds before I pulled back.
The tip of my cock dragged along her wetness. The heavy weight of my cock pressed against the tip of her clit, causing her breath to hitch and her nipples to pebble.
“I know that you want to drag this out. Make it good. But I’m telling you now, Troup, that all I need is you to stick it in me and pump a few times. Seriously.”
My lips twitched as my gaze met hers. “Put it in and pump a few times?”
She nodded. “Just this once. We can do it slow next time.”
I grinned as I dragged my cock through her folds again.
When the tip caught on her entrance, I didn’t try to drag it upwards again.
Instead, I pushed slightly forward.
And realized that I was making a mistake.
Or I would make a mistake if I didn’t pull back.
“Shit,” I said, eyes closing tightly. “I don’t have a condom.”
I didn’t keep them.
I had no need for them.
Her eyes widened comically.
“None?”
I paused with just the tip inside of her.
It was like my cock head was surrounded by molten heat.
I wanted to move. To shove it into her so hard that the burning stopped.
But I knew that it would only get worse.
That this feeling, the way she felt like she was on fire, was something that wouldn’t stop.
“What would I do with condoms, Beckham?” I asked through gritted teeth.
I needed to pull away.
“Just…” She licked her lips. “Just, God. I need you inside of me. I just… please, don’t…”
She was having trouble with her words.
And me, being the man that I was, I froze and tried to tell myself to pull out.
I couldn’t.
I knew that if I moved, it definitely wasn’t going to be backward.
It’d be forward.
“I’m clean,” I rasped. “Are you on birth control?”
She moaned and lifted her hips a bit, causing the tip of my cock to push just a little bit farther inside.
I looked down and the entire head was buried inside. Fuck.
“I know, dumbass,” she growled. “I’m clean, too. Kind of hard to get dirty when you don’t spend time inside anyone else. And no, no birth control. I have no reason for it. Seemed unnecessary.”
My eyes flicked up to hers.
She was staring at me with such love in her eyes that I wanted to lean forward and place my lips against hers.
But again, I knew that if I moved so much as an inch, I’d be burying myself inside of her and damn the consequences.
“Just slide it in. All the way. Just once.”
Her eyes were pleading, and I’d never, not ever, been one to deny Beckham Spurlock anything.
Not if it was within my power to give to her.
I pulled back out and she moaned, her legs locking around my hips.
“Wrong way!” she cried out.
I grinned and started pushing forward again, this time not stopping until I was all the way inside of her.
That’s when I realized my mistake.
I shouldn’t have moved.
Just having her surrounding the tip of my cock had been bad.
Having my cock buried deep inside of her? Her pussy rippling around me?
That was the purest kind of torture.
There was no other way to describe it.
I hunched over and buried my face into her neck, my arms wrapping around her body to pull her even closer.
My cock ground into her pussy, and I swear to God, I tried to stop myself from doing it. But I couldn’t.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered as I panted and prayed that I could stop.
“God,” she whispered. “This was exactly what I needed. You inside of me. You feel so big.”
She felt tight.
Like hot silk wrapped by a silken fist of muscle.
I want to stay inside of her forever, exactly like this. Fuck all of our responsibilities.
“You’re making me feel so good,” she whispered. “You’re not even moving, and I feel fantastic.”
That’s because it was her and me.
We were good together. Always had been.
I’d known from the moment that I met her that she would be mine.
From the moment she said that my eyes were the color of ‘pond water’ I knew that I was going to make her mine.
I just didn’t realize that it was going to take this long.
That she would come back to me, but only after eight years of separation.
I wanted to move so badly that it physically hurt.
“Baby,” I sat back on my heels until my cock was barely inside of her. “You have…”
She followed me, lifting up on her heels to get closer.
And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I pulled out of her completely, but only long enough that I could flip her over onto her tummy.
Seconds later, I had her by the hips again and I was thrusting inside of her wildly.
Between one of those thrusts, she burst apart.
She went from cooperative and being a good girl to thrashing and crying out.
“Oh, God. Troup!” she cried. “Please! Harder.”
That was all she wrote, folks.
Losing control wasn’t pretty.
Not for
