12. Beckett

12

BECKETT

T he day had been nothing but relaxation. No phone calls. No texts. We'd had lunch and dinner, and then took a walk around sunset. Not once had I thought about work. I hadn't even worried about not going into the office on Monday. Hell, neither of us had looked at our phones. In recent memory, I couldn't recall that happening.

Stanton's smooth chest was warm against my back as we reclined sideways on the couch and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. I turned my head to nuzzle my temple against the scruff on Stanton's jaw. He drew his fingertips through the thick hair on my chest. Years passed since I'd been this tranquil. Maybe I'd never really let go.

"Did you have a good day?" he asked and then nipped at the shell of my ear.

"Yes, I really needed this. Thank you."

"You're welcome, but no need to thank me. I love making you happy."

Shifting to the side so I could see his expression better. "Do I make you happy? Not just doing things for me. "

" You, love, make me extremely happy. Are you having doubts?"

"No, not at all. I'm being cautious." Raising my right hand, I cupped his cheek. "And I'm probably causing you immense frustration." His beautiful eyes dropped to my lips.

"Not that I've ever been accused of having… patience. Yet for you I'll wait. This isn't some hookup or momentary fling, not friends with benefits. The minute I kissed you, with a certainty I'd never experienced before, I knew you were mine. We have different variances in our lives, a semi-generational gap. Mama raised me in a liberal environment. I never spent a day in the closet. While you, my beautiful boy"—he gave me a slow, soft kiss— "were held hostage in a closet by society and, also a man who couldn't or wouldn't come out. I take great pleasure in showing you off."

"But why me?"

"Because I worship beautiful things." When I elbowed him, he grunted and then chuckled. "I adore everything about you, your intelligence, vulnerability. And I think I've shown you how sexy I find you. Baby, I understand your caution. Does it hurt that you don't trust me completely?" He pressed his mouth to mine. "It does, but you're worth the wait. Why do you think I planned this trip?"

"To spend time with me."

"Exactly, and it's something you've always wanted to do. You should have every opportunity to experience what you didn't have in your previous relationships. Dates and trips, dinner with my friends. I'm even hiring more people so I can spend more evenings with you."

I turned over and knelt between his spread thighs and then pressed my fists into the cushion beside his hips. "Will you be okay with that?" My breath hitched as he raised his hands to hold my cheeks, his thumbs stroked over the skin above my beard .

"More than okay. Baby, before you, I didn't have a reason to be home nights and weekends. There'll still be events where the big boss has to be there. Some people pay for a name. And not only do I have an in with a wildly successful investment firm, but also contacts I've made quickly over the last five years. It's a pain in the ass."

"You've accomplished a lot at such a young age. I'm proud of you for that. Which means I don't want—" His hand went to the back of my head and fisted in my hair to jerk me forward. His breath teased my lips. When I tried to close the inches between our mouths, he tightened his hold. The sting of my scalp sent goosebumps over my skin. My length hardened inside my loose pajama pants.

"I want to have more time for you. My success comes from hiring the best. Mama did teach me a few things. And there's nothing I don't do if I don't wanna. I was raised spoiled."

"I can see that," I whispered as I took in his handsome smirk.

"Baby." His pouty lips suckled at my lower one. "If I wasn't spoiled, I never would've tracked you down."

Holding my breath, I submitted to Stanton shifting me until I straddled his thighs. Being on his lap quickly became my favorite place to be. Except our shared baths. It's where we had our best conversations.

"I'll tell you however many times you need me to, but you have all the time in the world as long as you continue giving me a chance to prove that I'll be good to you."

"You've been more than good to me."

"I've met Tanner. That's not a huge standard to live up to." He chuckled as I pinched his sides.

"Thanks for pointing out my lack of judgment."

"That's not what I meant. We all make mistakes in the romance department. We choose our person or persons by experience. Now that your standards have been elevated…" He winked at me .

"Clora has fed that ego of yours way too long."

I didn't want to admit that I loved that he was a little egotistical. Also, I was a bit jealous about his confidence. I'd never have possessed the same courage he displayed the night we'd met.

"Hey." He pulled me in to brush his lips across mine. "I've told you before that if it wasn't for my overabundance of confidence, I'd never have searched you out."

I nibbled at my lower lip as he stroked his hand from the back of my neck down over my chest and stomach. In the past, I would've sucked in the soft curve, but I'd lost count of the number of times he loved on my belly. He seemed almost obsessed over the hairy curve I'd spent so many years trying to get rid of because of Tanner.

"I still don't get why you did. Wait." I stopped him as he opened his mouth to argue. "You're an exceptionally successful man. Young, rich, we should have nothing in common, but we do. And I'm really happy you showed up in my office."

"I am, too. Honestly, I wasn't going to come to the party, but I let Mama guilt me into it. I went out onto that patio to debate whether to sneak off or not."

"I find it amusing that you hate parties when you throw them." I grinned as he dropped his head back on the arm of the couch and let out a loud groan.

"It's not that I don't like them, but it's always work."

Leaning in, I kissed the front of his throat, sucking gently along his collarbones. Slowly, I worked my way down, scooting backward until I traced the shallow dip between his abs. He groaned loudly as I nuzzled his slender, firm cock underneath the soft cotton of his pajama pants. Stanton always smelled so good. But nothing was better than the taste of him as he shot down my throat.

"I've never been so obsessed with a man before," I whispered, then I nipped him gently with my lips.

"I can say the same, baby. "

Tightening my abs, I worked his pants down to the middle of his thighs, and my mouth watered at the sight of him. I slowly closed my eyes as his long, strong fingers combed through my hair to curve around the back of my head. There wasn't any hesitation when I felt the head of his dick tap my parted lips, and I opened to swallow him down.

"Nice and easy, boy, you know how I like it."

Daddy never rushed to get it over with. He punished me if I even tried to speed up. It was equal parts loving and dirty as he forced me to swallow around the end of his cock. Spit coating his length as he controlled me. I loved everything about it. Opening my eyes, I caught him staring at me from under heavy lids. His cheeks and chest flushed pink.

I grinned around his cock in my mouth as his hips stuttered. That was his tell, the moment I knew he was tipping over the edge. He shifted his legs open, planting one foot flat on the floor and the other on the cushion. I opened wide to allow him to fuck between my lips. His lean thighs and hips flexed as I took it all in. The heavy, smoothness of his length smoothing along my tongue, his balls pressing to my chin as he ground against my mouth.

Shoving my hand inside my pants, I gripped my dick and stroked, matching the speed of his thrusts and retreats. Every time I grunted, he fisted his fingers tighter in my hair. I gagged as I pushed my face into his pubes, and my back bowed. Pleasure zinged along every nerve ending, pleasure and pressure building at the small of my back. I swallowed repeatedly around the head as he called my name. He let out a shuddering moan as he pulsed, and jet after jet of his release flowed down my throat. I tortured the end of my cock, those first few inches, until I spilled with a choked shout.

I collapsed back on my heels, and his softened cock slipped from between my lips, and I rested my cheek on his thigh. I lazily opened as he painted my lips with his still leaking dick, suckling the end as he lovingly rubbed my upper back with his left hand and petted my hair with the other.

Nothing could get better than this. I wanted to end every evening nursing at his spent dick as he eased me to sleep.