Chapter 31

I was giddyas Becks led me out of the crowded club. This had to be the best day of my life, and it was only getting better. I’d never been to a concert before, and even in the smaller venue, it was so fuckin’ cool. I had no idea if I’d ever have the chance to go to one again, so I was trying to savor every minute, from hearing the band live to the feeling Becks arms wrapped around me while we danced and sang along.

I had no idea where Becks was takin’ me, but I didn’t care. If we got to be alone, I was happy.

I had been worried it would too much when we’d first gotten here. I’d kept noticing Becks looking around like he expected Mr. Chase to jump out of the corner, but as the night had gone on and more booze had gotten in his system, he’d started to relax. Before I’d even accepted the tickets, I’d decided that I was sick and fuckin’ tired of letting that asshole control me. I was gonna enjoy my life when I could and take the chance to show off my man.

When we got down to the main area, Beckett took advantage of the chaos of the crowd to slip right into an area clearly labelled “Employees Only.”

“Where’re we goin’?”

Becks looked at me from over his shoulder, his smile so big it nearly stopped me in my tracks. I couldn’t remember a time I’d seen Becks look this happy and relaxed. I was gonna cry. Knowing that I could give him this, even for a short time, made me feel ten feet tall. All I wanted to do was take care of Becks like he’d always cared for me, and knowing I could do it, I honestly didn’t even have words.

Okay, Ri, get it together. This ain’t the time for all the emotions. I stumbled along as Becks slipped past the bar and into a small closet.

“Are we in the cleanin’ supply closet?”

“Probably? All bars have a closet like this pretty close by. I took a gamble.”

He stopped talking then, his lips too busy attacking mine.

“Fuck, butterfly, I need you.”

Becks ‘s fingers were on the button of my jeans then, fumbling as he opened them. “Can I taste you?”

I nodded, not even sure what was going on, but if Becks wanted to touch me, who the fuck was I to stop him?

He yanked down my jeans and underwear enough to pull out my cock, and then suddenly Becks was on his knees in front of me.

I tugged on his hair, to stop him before he could lean forward. “Becks . . . are you sure?”

I’d seen those pictures. I knew how similar this must feel to him. As much as I loved the idea of getting a blow job, nothing was more important than Becks.

His eyes were shining with emotion as they met mine. “I’ve never been more sure in my life, Ri. I need this, sweetheart. Let me replace the memory.”

“O-okay.”

Becks didn’t move for a second. We just stared at each other, both lost in the moment, speaking without words.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I’m in love with you.” It felt important to make the distinction.

“I’m in love with you too.” Then, Beckett’s mouth was on my dick.

In the past, any time we’d played around, he’d always seemed to take his time, going slow and driving me crazy. This wasn’t that.

I didn’t know if it was cause we were in public and could get caught at any minute or if Becks just didn’t have the patience to go slow, but he had almost all of my length in his mouth at first swallow. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he pushed me farther into his mouth without gagging.

I was too scared to move. This was Beckett’s show. I kept my fingers in his hair, but I didn’t control the pace at all. It was so hard to keep my hips still, yet I somehow managed. My head banged against the wall, mouth open and my eyes rolled in the back of my head as I was swallowed whole. Becks’s nose practically touched my hair.

“Becks. Becks. Oh my god. Oh fuck, I feel you everywhere, baby. Feels so good.”

He started moving then, and I couldn’t control it anymore. My hips hitched up, burying me farther into his mouth. I froze, terrified I’d just fucked it up. Becks just opened his throat and started guiding my hips with his big hands.

Becks pulled off for a much-needed breath, a string of saliva hanging off his lips. “Move, butterfly. Fuck my throat.”

I almost asked him if he was sure, but I could see that he was. Fuck. Okay, I could do this. I fisted his hair tighter and pushed back into his mouth.

It was a little weird at first. I’d never actually done this and I wasn’t sure of the rhythm. I was also terrified of hurting Becks, but with his help, I started to get comfortable, and before I realized it, I was thrusting down his throat.

“Fuck, baby. I— This feels so good. I hope one day you’re comfortable enough to let me do this to you because fuck, Becks, you deserve to know how good this feels. Ah, oh shit. Baby, I’m gonna come.”

I looked down at Beckett, to give him a chance to pull off. He didn’t. He just doubled down, hollowing his cheeks and sucked harder.

I was shaking and glad Becks was holding me because my knees were weak.

“Becks. Baby. I’m coming.”

My orgasm hit me, and I watched in amazement as Becks sucked me down, and I never lost eye contact.

Eventually, I had nothing left and Becks pulled off, sitting back on his knees.

“Baby, I . . .”

The door started to open. Beckett was on his feet and pushed me behind him in seconds as I fumbled to shove my cock back into my pants and close them up.

A bartender who was wearing all black leather startled, obviously not expecting to see us.

“What the fuck,” they started to say, but Beckett grabbed my arm and pushed past them.

“Sorry!” I yelled over my shoulder, trying not to burst out laughing as we darted around them. They were yelling something but I couldn’t hear anymore, and Becks all but shoved me through the crowd and outta the club.

“Oh my god!” I half-laughed, half-panted when we finally stopped running about a block and half away. My hands were on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. I really needed to start working out. Damn.

Beckett slumped against the wall, just as out of breath as I was. “Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door. They almost got a show.”

I snorted a laugh. “Yeah . . . I can’t believe we did that.”

Becks pushed off the wall and pulled me to his chest. “It was worth it. This has been the best day of my life, Ri. Thank you.”

I kissed his jaw, absolutely beaming. “I was just thinkin’ the same thing. I’m so glad I was able to give this to you. I gotta make Liam a card or something.”

Beckett just shook his head. He was right up against me, and it hit me that he never got to come. “Shit, Becks, you never . . .” But he brushed me off.

“Maybe when we get home. Not takin’ that chance again.”

“True. So . . . what now?”

I wasn’t ready to go back to the apartment yet. Even if it meant having to wait to get Becks off, it just felt so good to be out and about.

Beckett looked around, like he was trying to figure out where we were. “There’s that Waffle House down the road from here. They’re still open. Let’s go get somethin’ to eat. I’m starvin’.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you sure?” I really fuckin’ wanted to. I couldn’t even remember the last time we’d gone out to eat, even somewhere like Waffle House. I just didn’t want him spending money we didn’t have.

Beckett kissed my jaw. “It’s a special occasion. We’ll be fine.”

I decided to trust him and agreed. Besides, I really wanted a waffle.

We didn’t end up stumbling home till almost 4 am. We were both exhausted, but we still gave each other mutual hand jobs before we crawled into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.