Beckham (Heartlands Motorcycle Club Book 10)

by Olivia T. Turner

  “So good,” I answer, tossing my head back as he slides his free hand around my waist to hold me in place. “Please… don’t stop…”

  I feel a rush of wet heat at my core as he moves both strong hands around to grab my ass, massaging and grinding against me as he pulls me even closer to him. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my lips—all while murmuring sweet, sexy, dirty things that would normally make me blush but are only making me hornier with each passing second.

  “Is that little pussy as wet as I think it is?” he growls.

  “Yes,” I gasp. “It’s so wet.”

  I press both my hands against the hot skin of his chest and lean back, smiling a little as he gives me a questioning look.

  “My turn to do some exploring,” I say. His cock throbs hard as I move my hands down over his six-pack and then back up across his broad chest.

  I grind against his hard length, trying to imagine what it would feel like sliding into me. God, I want it so bad.

  “Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You’ve got me so fucking hard right now.”

  “I want you inside me,” I say before I can stop myself.

  He sucks in a sharp breath and lifts me off his lap as if I weigh nothing, leaving me standing in front of him as he drops to his knees on the floor. “I need you naked,” he says, his fingers already working on my buttons and zipper. A moment later, I’m stepping out of my jeans and wearing nothing but my white cotton panties.

  I feel so exposed but I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of my body—not in front of him, not when he’s looking at me like this.

  “So beautiful,” he says, reaching out to rub his thumb over the wet spot that’s formed in the front of my panties. “So beautiful and so wet for me…”

  “Yes,” I whisper, swaying on my feet as I try to press myself against his hand. He stops and reaches around, grabbing the back of my thighs to steady me.

  “Easy, baby,” he grins as he looks up at me. “I’m going to make you feel good, okay? Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” I say again. “I do. But… please… I need you.”

  It’s like my words light a fire inside him as he pulls my panties down. “Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, sending another rush of heat down there.

  “What do I…” I swallow hard, hating to ask but wanting to make sure this is good for him, too. “What do you want me to do? I’ve never…”

  His expression softens as he lets his hands roam up and down my thighs and ass. “Baby, don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.” His hands slip into my panties and he begins to pull them down. I don’t take a breath until they’re on the floor. He nods toward the couch. “Hold onto me. I’m going to lift your leg a little.”

  Before I can ask what he means, he’s draping my leg over his shoulder and burying his face in my most sensitive spot. I instinctively reach down and thread my fingers through his short hair, holding on and pulling him in even tighter.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp as his rough stubble brushes against my inner thighs. I can feel the heat from his mouth as he teases me with his tongue and it’s sensory overload. It’s more than I can take. “Yes, yes… oh please… oh yes… need you, Beckham…”

  My eyes are closed and my head is spinning. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. I’m just holding on as he does wonderful, magical things with his mouth.

  I open my eyes again as he starts to move. He’s turning me, bending me over the couch and then I feel his fingers spread my pussy as his tongue moves between my legs, lapping at every part of me—my pussy, my asshole… I’m feeling warm and tingly all over again as he makes my body come alive in ways I’ve never even imagined.

  “Beckham,” I gasp. “Beckham, I… oh my God… I think I’m…” I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like a tidal wave of heat rushing up and threatening to overtake me.

  “That’s it, baby,” he says, his fingers zeroing in on my throbbing clit as he pushes me over the edge. “Come for me, beautiful. Come, Fawn.”

  My body responds instantly, making me cry out as my knees go weak and my climax rushes through me.

  “So beautiful… so sexy…” I can hear his voice but it feels like I’m floating above my body. Everything is numb and tingly and alive, like every nerve ending in my body is firing at once. I feel like I might pass out and fall to the floor but he’s right here with me, holding me, pulling me to my feet, and kissing me so softly.

  I reach down and palm his hard length through his jeans, wanting to make him feel as good as I do. I can taste myself on his lips as he helps me unbutton his jeans.

  “I need it,” I say, breaking away just far enough to see his massive cock finally spring free from his jeans. It’s long and thick, the flared tip already slick with the evidence of his arousal. I run my finger over the clear liquid and bring it to my lips.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans as I suck his come off my finger. It’s salty and sweet at the same time and I love that he’s this hard for me. I’m the one making him feel this good. “Stroke me, baby,” he whispers, guiding my hand as I reach down and wrap it around his thick shaft. “Yeah, just like that.”

  I start to work my hand up and down, mesmerized by the way his slick cock looks as it flies back and forth through my grip. I reach down with my other hand and wrap it around his shaft as well—God, there’s still room left over.

  He groans again and I can see every muscle in his body—his chest, his arms, his thighs, his neck—tense up as his breath comes in short, quick bursts.

  “Right there, baby,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. “Keep going… almost… so close…”

  He cries out and wraps both arms around me, pulling me tight against him as I feel the first hot jets of his orgasm spill out over my hand.

  “Jesus, Fawn…” He kisses my head, his chest still heaving as I look up at him with a smile. “Baby… that was so good.”

  “I want to be good for you,” I say, nibbling at my lip as his cock pulses in my hand again. “And I… I still want you inside me.”

  He picks me up, making me laugh as he cradles me in his arms. “I told you I’d take care of you, right?”

  I nod.

  He kisses me—hot and hungry and insistent this time. “I promise I’ll keep my word, baby.” He smiles down at me as he carries me into the bedroom. “And I promise we’re just getting started.”

  Chapter Six

  Beckham

  I’m addicted to her.

  There’s no other word to describe how I’m feeling right now. The flowery scent of her shampoo as I kiss the top of her head… the way her body responds to my touch… the sweet, sweet taste of her pussy.

  Fuck.

  Yeah, I’m addicted.

  I give her another kiss before gently laying her down on the bed. The way she’s looking up at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes is making my cock so hard it fucking aches, but I’m taking my time. I’m savoring every fucking second I have with her—doing my best to memorize every curve of her body and the way she responds to every touch.

  I want tonight to be perfect for her.

  Her eyes track me as I move around to the foot of the bed. From here she looks even sexier, reclining on her side with her legs pulled up, teasing me with just the tiniest glimpse of her sweet pussy.

  “I could stay right here looking at you all night,” I say, letting my eyes roam over her naked body. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, baby?”

  She smiles. “No, but I like it when you say that.”

  I climb onto the bed and gently pull her legs apart until she’s lying on her back and totally exposed. “You should hear it all the time because seriously…” I run my hands up her thighs as I move into position between her legs. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  She spreads her legs wider on either side of me, then wraps them around my waist as I tease her pussy with my cock. “You’re sure you want this, baby?” I ask, praying that she still says yes. It’s a big fucking deal
that she wants to give me her virginity, and I want to make sure she isn’t having any second thoughts. “If tonight isn’t the night, that’s okay. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

  And as much as I’m hoping tonight is the night, I still mean every word. As much as I want to bury my cock deep inside her, to make her mine completely, I’ll still feel like the luckiest bastard in the world just to hold her in my arms as we fall asleep together.

  “I’m sure,” she says, and there isn’t even a hint of doubt in her voice. She’s looking right at me and I can see the desire in her eyes. She wants this just as badly as I do and it’s fucking hot as hell. “I want my first time to be with you, Beckham. Tonight.”

  Her words make my cock throb hard as I line it up with her wet slit, just barely pressing forward until the head is resting inside those slick, silky folds.

  “I’m going to go slow,” I say, easing in just a fraction of an inch more. “But it still might hurt at first. I don’t want you to think about the pain, okay? I’ll kiss you through the pain and I won’t stop kissing you until everything starts to feel good again.”

  She nods but I can see a flash of fear in her eyes.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I smile and lean in for a kiss. “I promise. Do you trust me?”

  She nods again and I push a little deeper. I can feel the resistance now and she winces as I press again. Even though I know it has to be uncomfortable for her and we both knew this was coming, I still hate to see her in pain.

  “Kiss me,” she whispers, and I capture her mouth with mine, our tongues entwining as I push again.

  I can feel her the muscles in her body start to tighten in anticipation as I make one more long continuous thrust, piercing that thin membrane and burying my cock inside her as she gasps and clings to my shoulders.

  “It’s okay,” I say, kissing her again as I let her body adjust to my cock. “You did great, baby,” I say, feeling her grip relax as she catches her breath. “That was the only hard part. That part is over.” I smile as I raise up a little between her legs. “Now we get to have some fun.”

  I’m still moving slowly as I pull out a little and slide back in. Fuck, she’s still so wet for me that I’m tempted to pound into her, but no… not yet. Not until she’s ready. Tonight is all about her.

  Reaching down, I rub my thumb against her clit as I fill her up again, loving the way her body comes alive at my touch.

  “Oh, yes,” she gasps, her eyes locking onto mine as I start to move a little faster. “Yes… there… oh God…”

  Fuck yes.

  She’s getting into it now and it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. She arches her back and I grab her hips, holding her there as I work my cock in and out. Her pussy is gripping me, pulling me deeper and deeper with each thrust as if it had been made to fit around my cock.

  “How does it feel, baby?” I can already tell by the way she’s gasping and moaning beneath me that she’s loving it, but I want to hear her say it. I want to hear those dirty words coming out of her sweet lips.

  She doesn’t disappoint me. Her eyes focus on mine again as she grabs my biceps, pulling me in closer for a quick, frenzied kiss.

  “Feels so good,” she moans. “So, so good. I don’t want you to… oh fuck… to stop…”

  I pull her legs up and rest them against my chest as I change my angle. Her already tight pussy squeezes my cock like a vise, pulling a deep moan from somewhere in my chest as I thrust harder, faster, deeper inside her.

  “So… tight… baby,” I pant. “Gonna… make me… come… soon.” I punctuate each word with a hard thrust and watch as she starts to come undone. Her glazed over eyes are rolling back in her head and her mouth is hanging open, rewarding me with needy, greedy little whimpers as I bring both of us closer and closer to climax.

  “Beckham, I’m…” She’s trying to catch her breath but I can’t make myself slow down. Not now. Not yet. “I think… think I’m going to… to…”

  “Yes, baby,” I nod, encouraging her. “That’s right. I want you to come for me, beautiful. Come on my cock while I’m deep inside you.”

  Her body responds to me immediately, that sweet pussy massaging me as I lean in for another kiss. I’m doing my best to hold out, to make sure she comes first, but… fuck. She’s so good, so tight, so perfect that I don’t know how much longer I can last.

  She arches her back again and I know she’s close. Just a little bit more.

  Another thrust.

  And another.

  “Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes, yes, yes…”

  “Come for me, baby,” I say. “Now.”

  I feel her climax as soon as it rushes through her and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I’m coming deep inside her, breeding her, making her mine.

  “Baby…” I collapse onto the bed next to her, my cock buried in her pussy. “So good.” I can already feel my eyes closing as I pull her body even closer to mine until I’m not sure where I end and she begins. “So beautiful. So…”

  Mine.

  Chapter Seven

  Fawn

  I can feel the sunlight streaming in through the window but I’m not ready to open my eyes yet.

  I’m not sure what time it is, just that it’s morning and I feel like I’ve had the most amazing dream.

  Except this dream was real. It was me and Beckham naked together. It was a night of kissing and touching and sex.

  It was everything I’ve dreamed of and it really did happen last night.

  My eyes want to stay shut for just a little while longer but as I wake up a little more I can tell—even without looking—that he isn’t next to me anymore.

  I sit up in bed and finally open my eyes to look around. The bedsheets are twisted around my naked body and I’m definitely alone in his bedroom. I reach out and move my hand over the dent in his pillow, smiling to myself as I remember how good it felt to fall asleep in his arms, his slow, steady breath tickling the back of my neck.

  Lying back down, I stretch out. My body is still a little sore from last night, but in the best possible way. I’m pretty sure I can hear the shower running—and now I can also hear the sound of Beckham’s voice straining to hit a high note of a song I barely recognize from the classic rock station.

  Okay, so maybe I’ve found the one thing he hasn’t absolutely perfected, but that clearly hasn’t dampened his enthusiasm—and honestly? It makes me like him even more.

  At first, I thought he was cold and quiet, but I seem to open him up somehow. I seem to bring out something in him. He’s not cold and quiet with me.

  I’m reluctant to get out of bed but I think it might be nice to surprise Beckham with breakfast—or at least coffee, maybe—when he gets out of the shower.

  I spot a blue bathrobe hanging on the closet door, and it practically swallows me whole as I put it on, but it’s better than nothing. And even though I’d honestly be okay with spending a little more naked time with Beckham today, the idea of naked cooking is… unappealing.

  Also probably dangerous.

  As soon as I open the bedroom door, I can smell the fresh coffee brewing. I smile again. He must have had the same idea when he woke up.

  Coffee sounds amazing right now—and even better now that I don’t have to wait for it to brew. Besides, I can still surprise him with breakfast.

  I’m so lost in thought that I don’t notice the little girl sitting at the dining table until I’m just a few feet away from her.

  “Oh my—” I jump back and double-check that the giant robe I’m wearing is actually covering everything. “I’m sorry… I, um… I didn’t know anyone else was here.”

  The girl cocks her head to the side. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Fawn,” I answer, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than I probably should under the little girl’s intense scrutiny.

  “Fawn?” Her eyes light up. “Like a baby deer? Like a cute little baby deer that runs away when you try to get close?”
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  I laugh. “Something like that, I guess?”

  “But I guess you didn’t run away from my uncle, did you?” she continues, looking thoughtful. “So you must not be too scared…”

  When she mentions her uncle, something clicks in my head. “You must be Nixie,” I smile. “Your uncle had some really nice things to say about you.”

  “That’s because I’m his favorite niece,” she says, then shrugs. “But I’m also his only niece, so maybe that has something to do with it.”

  Before I can say anything else, the front door opens and I do my best to duck around the corner, hiding my barely-clothed body from whoever has suddenly stopped by.

  “Hurry up and finish eating,” a man’s voice cheerfully booms through the duplex. “We have to leave in t-minus eight minutes.”

  “Did you know Uncle B had a friend spend the night?” Nixie asks, pointing her spoon in my direction. “And she has a funny name—Fawn, like a baby deer!”

  I peek out from the kitchen to see the long-haired man who was with Beckham at the bar last night. His head jerks back when he sees me. “I, uh, didn’t expect to see you here.”

  And I’m getting the impression that he isn’t exactly thrilled to see me here talking to Nixie, but maybe he’s just surprised. At least he doesn’t seem angry.

  I walk over to shake his hand. “Hi, I’m Fawn. I’m guessing you must be Jaxon.”

  “You guessed right.” He nods then sighs. “Sorry, I’m just not used to anyone else being here at this time of day. My brother doesn’t usually have, uh… guests.”

  That little piece of information actually makes me smile. It’s nice to know that Beckham doesn’t usually invite women home from the bar. Just me.

  “Fawn? Oh—” Beckham’s voice calls out from the hallway and the three of us turn to see him standing there wrapped in a bath towel, his short hair still dripping with water. “I guess you’ve met my niece and my brother.”