35. Worth

Iended up talking to Beck for quite a while longer. He wasn't sleepy, even though he knew he needed the rest. He was too wound up from everything that had happened. Finally, after telling him a lot of boring stories about my days playing CEO, I got him to fall asleep in one of the guest beds. I hurried across the hall, eager to be alone with Laurie.

I stripped off my clothes and slid into bed, wrapping myself around him. He was sound asleep, but still he snuggled back against me, obviously needing that contact as much as I did.

I slid my hand over his hip and caressed the curve of his ass. I let my hand move slowly up his side. He squirmed a bit when I hit a ticklish spot, but he still didn't wake up. I rested a hand over his chest, needing to feel his steady heartbeat under my fingers. Temptation got the better of me, and I followed a path down his chest to his cock, then wrapped my fingers around the shaft and stroked him. He hardened rapidly under my touch, and soon he was pushing into the circle of my hand, still only half awake.

As I increased my pace, he looked over his shoulder at me. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"We can't, not with Beck here."

"He's sound asleep. You just have to be quiet." I shifted so my warm breath caressed his ear. "Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can be my good, quiet boy?"

"Worth, he'll be so upset if he hears us having sex."

"Then don't let him hear us."

"I don't know if I can do that. The things you do to me—" He groaned as I gripped his cock more tightly.

"I believe in you, Princess. I believe you can do anything you want. You're so good."

He whimpered. "The things those words do to me."

"Then always be my good boy, and I'll always say them."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I found the lube stuffed under one of the pillows, slicked myself up and slid deep inside him. He tried his best to keep quiet, but I had to put my hand over his mouth when he came. It was fucking delicious hearing his muffled sounds of pleasure, knowing how he would scream my name if we were alone.

We'd have plenty of time for that now because he was mine, and he wasn't going anywhere.