Suddenly Beck: (A Hot & Sweet MM Romance Series) (Belong to Me Book 1)

by Vawn Cassidy

  ‘More,’ I tear my mouth away and pant. ‘More please.’

  He releases my hands and slides his palms down to cup my buttocks, tilting my pelvis and fucking me deeper until I’m crying out as he rides my arse. I wrap my arms around his neck, desperately clinging to him, arms and legs wrapped around him impossibly tight as he thrusts his cock into me, stretching my hole wide to accommodate the size of him.

  ‘Nat,’ he cries out as he speeds up, kissing me frantically.

  I writhe against him, my passage clenching tightly as my dick, trapped between us and riding against his hard abs, explodes against his stomach, in a slick grind.

  Unable to withstand the tightening of my muscles around him, he shoves himself deep, and I feel heat spreading through me as he comes inside me.

  This isn’t just fucking, this is making love, and even as he collapses against me in exhaustion, the words hover on my lips, but I hold them back, still not sure they’ll be welcome and not wanting to ruin this perfect moment between us.

  After a moment, Beck pulls back, his softening dick sliding out of my wet hole easily. He leans back, and stares down, spreading my cheeks.

  ‘Fuck, that’s sexy,’ he mumbles. ‘My cum is just oozing out of your hole.’

  I hum in satisfaction as he lies down with me, the warmth and familiarity of his body spreading out along mine. He reaches down, as he always does, and pets my stretched hole, sliding his fingers inside me slowly and groaning.

  ‘You’re soaked,’ he whispers. ‘I can’t believe how much I came.’ A sudden shudder ripples through his body as he presses his face to my hot skin. ‘Nat.’

  ‘Yes.’ I bite my lip as I watch him.

  ‘That was incredible,’ he breathes. ‘Being inside you bare, feeling the heat of your body and knowing that I’ve come inside you is...’

  ‘I know,’ I whisper back, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around us like vines binding us to each other.

  Sated to our bones, our limbs wrapped, entwined, he pulls the sheet over us and holds me as we sink down into the sweet oblivion of sleep.

  I don’t know how long we sleep for, but it’s still dark outside when we’re both ripped abruptly and terrifyingly from sleep by the sound of the bedroom door flying open, followed rapidly by the loud blast of an air horn and the harsh glare of the light being flipped on.

  I sit bolt upright in bed and blink a couple of times to adjust to the brightness of the light and see both Jesse and Ryan standing in the doorway grinning and holding the offending air horns. While Beck remains laying down with his eyes closed, obviously used to being awoken in such an offensive manner.

  ‘It smells like sex in here,’ Ryan remarks.

  ‘Oh, well done, Poirot,’ I snap testily. ‘Now kindly fuck off and come back during established office hours.’ I turn over and lay back down, burying my face in the pillow in the hopes they’ll get the message and go away, while Beck chuckles beside me in amusement.

  ‘Come on.’ Jesse grins. ‘You know what time it is.’

  Beck seems to know whatever the hell code it is his twin is talking in because he props himself up on one elbow and glances out the window, smiling widely.

  ‘Nat, wake up.’ He shakes me lightly.

  ‘No,’ I say stubbornly, keeping my eyes closed.

  ‘Come on,’ Jesse whines. ‘Everyone’s waiting outside. Get your sexy sugar daddy out of bed, time’s a wastin’.’

  ‘Sugar daddy?’ I look up in annoyance. ‘I’m barely a month older than him, and you, you fuckwit.’

  ‘He sounds so posh when he’s cross.’ Ryan grins. ‘I’ve gotta admit, it’s hot.’

  ‘You’d better switch the coffee machine on,’ Beck tells Jesse. ‘Without coffee you’re not getting him out of the house.’

  ‘You’re not getting me out of the house anyway,’ I grumble. ‘It’s the middle of the night and I’m naked.’

  ‘Yes, you are.’ Ryan smiles appreciatively at my arse beneath the thin sheet.

  ‘Hey,’ Beck growls. ‘He’s mine, go get your own.’

  Ryan holds up his hands in mock surrender as he takes a step back and laughing.

  ‘Come on,’ Jesse tells us firmly. ‘I’ll make the coffee. Be downstairs in five minutes.’

  ‘Ten,’ Beck counters.

  ‘Fuck off,’ I add.

  They slam the door shut and Beck winces. ‘Not sure the hinges can take that much punishment,’ he remarks.

  ‘I’m not sure I can take this much punishment,’ I growl. ‘Am I being punked? Is this some kind of weird birthday tradition?’

  ‘Oh, it’s a tradition alright.’ He smiles as he leans down, eyes soft as he kisses gently across my shoulders. ‘Trust me, baby?’

  ‘Urgh, fine.’ I fling the sheet off me and climb out of bed in a surly huff. ‘There better be coffee.’

  Approximately twenty minutes later, I step onto the cool midnight sands of the beach barefoot and wearing my wetsuit while clutching a mug of coffee as if my life depended on it.

  ‘What’s going on?’ I frown.

  It’s the dead of night, the full moon is burning in the sky painting the waves with a silvery phosphorent glow. Georgie’s swim shack is lit up brightly and lined along the sand in front of it, are several surf boards staked into the sand, waiting for their owners. There are also a dozen tiki braziers burning in the warm summer night, flickering and dancing with the breeze coming in off the sea.

  ‘The night surf.’ Beck grins at me. ‘It’s a family tradition, and we’ve been waiting until you were confident enough on the water.’

  ‘Are you serious?’ I say incredulously, my stomach jangling with coffee, nerves and… excitement. ‘You actually surf… at night… in the dark?’

  ‘It’s not full dark, the moons bright tonight, and we’ve got the lights along the beach to orient ourselves, so we don’t get turned around out there. The waves are fairly smooth, and we attach light strips to our wetsuits, so we don’t collide.’

  ‘Oh my god,’ I breathe.

  ‘You up for it?’ He grins.

  I stare out at the churning oily waves, breathing in the scent of the ocean I love so much.

  ‘Yes.’ I smile slowly.

  As if waiting for my answer, the others holler and hoot wildly.

  ‘It’s official, you’re one of us now, buddy.’ Georgie grins, handing me the gorgeous custom surfboard she made just for me.

  She’s wearing her own wetsuit and attached to it are strips of lights, which look almost like glow sticks, in neon blue and green to match her hair. She helps me to attach the colourful strips to my wetsuit in slashes of bright pink and yellow, while Beck does his, which are purple.

  Once we’re all ready, we line up along the sand facing the frothing water, creating a bright technicolour formation as we listen to the boom of the waves crashing. Quinn and Reed are at the furthest end, beside them is Ryan, Jesse, and Georgie, then me and Beck, boards tucked under our arms and wild grins of anticipation splitting our faces as we hover at the water’s edge.

  I wish for a moment Pia could be here to be a part of this, but she had to leave late last night so her driver could drive her home to London.

  ‘Okay,’ Reed begins. ‘You guys know the drill. Nat, because you’re new, stick close to Beck, each of us has a surf buddy, know where he or she is at all times. If you get turned around out there in the dark, use the lights of the swim shack to orient yourself. Safety first people.’

  ‘Alright, Dad,’ Ryan hums impatiently. ‘Can we go sometime before the sun comes up?’

  ‘Are you ready?’ Beck turns toward me, grinning in anticipation, and I nod, my stomach a mass of churning nerves.

  Reed chuckles. ‘Okay, go!’

  We head for the water, and I can feel Beck’s warm, solid presence beside me as we splash into the cold waves. I dive forward, sliding my board beneath me and begin paddling. I find that with my vision impeded slightly by the darkness, it tunes up my other senses. I listen for the
rush of the waves crashing, and I feel the rise and fall of the water beneath me and the direction of the current. I finally understand what Beck means about being in tune with the water. I head toward the break, grabbing the rails of my board and twisting under the crash and rush of the water. I roll through and come up the other side smoothly, paddling further out. I can feel Beck beside me a short distance away and hear his powerful strokes as he keeps pace with me.

  By unspoken agreement, we stop paddling and turn our boards back toward the lights of the shore. I lie on my board, feeling the water rise and fall beneath me, and looking back, I watch the dark shape of the incoming wave, and I start to paddle, feeling the swell build beneath me. When it hits and catches me, I slide nimbly up and cut to the left, riding the powerful wave in the darkness, feeling the raw energy and adrenalin rush. I glance back and see the purple glow of Beck’s wet suit not too far behind me, keeping pace and just enough distance so we don’t collide.

  I can hear the others in the distance, yelling and whooping wildly, and I let out my own battle cry of sheer joy and freedom.

  This is it for me, the wild freedom of the ocean, true friendship, and the man I’m deeply and crazily in love with. I relish the sheer joy and magnitude of it, riding the heady whip, and I know... I don’t ever want it to end.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Beck

  The higher the ride, the harder the fall.

  Nat and I sit astride our boards, legs dangling in the water as we float side by side watching the sun rise. The horizon gradually begins to lighten, setting the sky ablaze with fiery reds and oranges. Our boards bump together companionably as Nat reaches for my hand, leaning close and laying his head against my shoulder as I rest my cheek to his wet curls. He lets out a deep sigh of contentment, and I know in that moment exactly how he feels. This moment is as close to perfect as I can imagine.

  I want this for the rest of my life. I want this sweet and funny complicated man by my side as we grow old together as irascible and badly behaved as Molly and Bernard in a house filled with love and laughter.

  My stomach trembles, and my heart pounds in my chest, and in that moment, I’m afraid, but it isn’t the knowledge that I love him and want to build a life with him that scares me. It’s the fear that I’ll lose him… that he’ll leave me.

  I ruthlessly push back the thought as he stirs and looks up at me with those shocking blue eyes framed by wet sooty black lashes.

  ‘Hey,’ I say roughly. ‘You ready to head back?’

  He nods. ‘One more wave?’ He smiles.

  We drop down and paddle into the next wave, gliding lazily into the shore, and we grab our boards and head up the beach. The others are all gone. Quinn had to head back to Exeter, Reed was due at the hospital, Jesse had to work, and Georgie is wrapped in a blanket dozing on a sun lounger outside the shack. We store our boards carefully and head back up the beach toward the bluff, climbing the path to the cottage in comfortable silence.

  ‘Now that we’re out of the water, I’m exhausted, and I just want to climb into bed and wrap Nat in my arms and sleep. He doesn’t have to be at Sully’s until this afternoon, and I think we’ve earned a lazy day, especially since the bay’s first festival of the sea is opening in a couple of days. For the next week, Nat is going to be busy with the restaurant, and I’ll barely get to see him.

  We let ourselves into the cottage to the sound of silence as we left Ursula at my mum’s yesterday. I’m about to head toward the stairs when Nat grabs me and shoves me up against the wall, taking my mouth and plunging his tongue in. The heat shoots straight to my dick, and I’m helpless to do anything but moan and shove my fingers into his hair, tangling in the wild sea spray curls. He’s never usually this aggressive and it’s desperately turning me on. I feel him reach up and pull down the zip of my wetsuit, reaching inside and scraping his short nails over my sensitive nipples before pinching them.

  Christ, my dick is throbbing inside the tight confines of my wetsuit, and I’ve gone from languorous and sleepy to painfully awake. Every nerve in my body jangling, attuned to this impossibly sexy man taking what he wants from my body.

  ‘Off.’ He yanks at the wetsuit.

  Knowing there is no way to sexily peel your partner out of a wetsuit, we part and strip off. I almost stumble when he yanks his legs from his wetsuit and stands in front of me completely and gloriously naked. He always goes commando when he wears it, and it’s fucking sexy as hell. As for me, I prefer my signature speedos, which drive Nat wild.

  I watch in satisfaction as his hot gaze lands on my hard dick trying to peek out of the top of the waistband of my blue speedos.

  He growls, and it’s a shockingly erotic sound I haven’t heard from him before. He spins me around and pins me to the wall, shoving his hand inside my tiny swimsuit and fisting my cock tightly.

  ‘Fuck,’ I gasp out as he grabs my hair, pulling my head back and sinking his teeth into the juncture between my neck and shoulder, knowing damn well it’s one of the spots that drives me wild when he bites and sucks at it.

  He peels my speedos over the swell of my arse, so they sit snugly below my buttocks, and there’s something so highly erotic about it, like he’s so desperate to touch me he can’t spare the time it takes to strip me completely.

  I can feel the hot skin of his hard prick as he rocks against my crease, and Christ, I want to feel him inside me. The desire shocks me in its intensity. I’ve bottomed before, but not for a very long time, and even then, I only ever allowed one person to do that to me. All my casual hook ups since then I’ve taken the lead. I’ve not allowed myself to be vulnerable, but now I’m desperate for him to fuck me, and it’s scaring the hell out of me. If I hand him this control, if I give him this part of me and he leaves, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.

  Suddenly, he drops to his knees behind me, yanking my pants down and spreading my arse cheeks as he swipes a hot wet stripe across my hole, and I cry out, my head thumping forward lightly against the wall as I lose control over my movements and find myself bending further, grinding my arse into his mouth as he begins to lick and suckle my tight puckered opening.

  He fists my cock, and I rock harder into his grip, feeling the wet heaven of his mouth rimming my hole enthusiastically, grunting and moaning like he can’t get enough of the taste of me.

  The need to bend over for him and let him fuck me with that gorgeous cock of his is almost overwhelming, but the blind panic eclipses the lust. I grab his hair pulling him back from my arse and spin around forcing him to release his grip on my dick.

  I drag him to his feet, pulling him against me and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. ‘Upstairs, now!’ I growl against his wet swollen lips.

  He scrambles to obey, his eyes almost blind with need. The second we’re in the bedroom, I push him down on the bed, face first into the pillows. I climb over him, straddling his hips so he can’t turn, my cock sliding between his gorgeous arse cheeks as he moans and grinds his leaking cock against the mattress desperately seeking relief.

  I grab blindly for the lube, pouring it onto my fingers messily and tossing it away, I don’t even register the clatter as it rolls off the bed and hits the floor. I coat my dick, spreading his cheeks and fingering him open.

  Groaning loudly when I feel his passage still damp with my cum from last night. Unable to hold back any longer, I line up the fat head of my dick with his beautiful tight little hole.

  ‘Do it!’ he pants, wriggling against me. ‘Please, Beck.’

  I slide in, and he moans deeply into the pillow, and I start up a fast and desperate pace, neither of us are going to last long, and we both know it. He humps lewdly against the bed, grinding his dick into the sheets, and I fuck his arse with powerful strokes, angling so I hit his prostate dead on with every plunge.

  He’s crying out loudly now, begging me to go faster, harder, to make him come. I slide my hand beneath him and feel the wetness coating my hand, he’s soaked with precum. Every time I batt
er his prostate, it milks another tiny squirt of liquid.

  Suddenly, his fists grip the bedding tightly, and he screams into the pillow. Hot warmth floods my hand as he comes all over my palm and fingers. His passage clamps down tight and rips my orgasm from me so painfully I see stars as I come, endlessly pumping ropes of semen into his hot depths.

  I collapse against him, breathing hard. For a long time, we don’t speak. We just lay wrecked in the devastation of the bed, limbs wrapped around each other and fingers tracing light, lazy shapes over every inch of exposed skin. The cool breeze ripples through the open bedroom window, dancing on the bright daylight and bringing with it the lazy scent of long summer days and hot summer nights, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget this exact moment, laying entwined with my lover, helplessly sated and replete.

  ‘Beck,’ Nat finally murmurs into the quiet. ‘Can I ask you something?’

  I nod after a moment.

  ‘Have you ever bottomed before?’ he asks hesitantly.

  I could lie, I could say no, I could tell him I don’t want to or that I don’t like it, but I don’t think I have it in me to lie to him.

  ‘Yes, I have,’ I reply.

  ‘And did you like it?’

  ‘Yes.’ I sigh, knowing the answer was going to damn me. ‘But I haven’t done it in a long time,’ I mutter.

  He props himself up on one elbow and studies me, his face flushed from his orgasm and eyes warm.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘It’s a very intimate thing,’ I say hesitatingly. Trying to find the right words to explain. ‘The men I slept with were just a way to pass the time. I wasn’t in a relationship; it was just sex; I didn’t want to give myself like that to someone again.’

  He watches me silently, and it feels as if he’s staring right down into my soul.

  ‘Who was he?’ he finally asks, his voice quiet.