Chapter Sixteen

~ Beck ~

"Jake ordered us dinner."

"Yeah?" Scotty asked.

"I thought you might be hungry?"

"I am, but not necessarily for food."

My eyebrows lifted. "What do you want then?"

Scotty walked closer, stopping in front of me. Scotty's mere physical presence seemed to fill the room, blocking everything else out. "We're married now, Beck."

"I know."

Why was he bringing this up now?

Scotty's hand moved slowly as he raised it to cares the side of my face, almost as if he was stroking spooked horse. "There's a lot more that we have to learn about each other, baby, a lot more. We may have been dating for a couple of months before we got married, but I think there are things about each of us that will be quite the surprise."

I swallowed hard. "Like what?"

"I never knew that you would be such a delight to kiss, for one."

I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight and there was a lump in my throat bigger than my fist. I felt hot, like the air in the room had grown thick.

"I like kissing you, too," I whispered.

"I know." Scotty's hand brushed down the side of my face. "You are very responsive."

"Is that a good thing?"

"It's a very good thing, baby."

I almost swooned at the deep rich timber in Scotty's voice. It traveled right down my spine and settled in my balls.

"I like knowing how you feel, that you enjoy what I do to you."

Okay, swooning was a very real possibility. My knees started to tremble. I grabbed onto Scotty's shirt and locked them in place. If I didn't, I was positive I'd collapse on the floor.

"I love what we do together." I could feel my face flush with each word I spoke. I'd never talked to anyone the way I was talking to Scotty.

It was a little exhilarating and a whole lot scary.

"Would you like to find out what else we can do together in this fancy hotel room?" Scotty asked. "We didn't really have a wedding night, did we?"

I bit my lower lip as wicked thoughts began to fill my head. I could think of so many things I would like to do with Scotty, most of them requiring a flat surface. I'd been fantasizing about the man for ages.

I could imagine a lot.

"Let's get you settled then, shall we?"

I nodded again, although I was unsure of exactly what Scotty wanted until the man grabbed the edge of my shirt and lifted it up. I raised my arms in the air and let Scotty draw the shirt up over my head. I didn't even care when Scotty tossed it on the floor.

His hand next went to the buttons of my jeans. I quickly sucked in a deep breath when Scotty's fingers brushed against the skin of my abdomen. My body suddenly felt hot and flushed.

"I've got you, baby."

The softly spoken words whispered over my skin like a caress. I dropped my head back on my shoulders and tried not to moan. I wanted to impress Scotty, not freak the man out. But just the mere touch of his fingers over my skin felt like heaven.

Scotty's arms wrapped around me and then the world suddenly tilted. I lifted my head to find Scotty carrying me toward the bed. I didn't say anything when Scotty set me on the side of the bed and then knelt down in front of me, reaching for my shoes.

I didn't know what to say.

Gentle was not something I was used to in the men I'd been with in the past. I certainly never thought of Scotty as gentle, but that's how the man was acting. He treated me like I was made of spun glass. Each touch was gentle, careful, as if he didn't want to startle me.

A small, lonely part of me appreciated each tender touch, soaked it up and stored the memory away to be taken out later and examined. I knew I'd crave those touches as much as I craved the sight of Scotty.

Scotty tossed my shoes over his shoulder and then peeled my socks off. I groaned and leaned back on my hands when Scotty gave each foot a gentle massage. I didn't realize until then that my feet even hurt that much. And Scotty's touch was magical, drawing away every last ache and pain.

"Lay back, baby."

I did as Scotty directed, carefully lying back on the mattress. "Lift your hips if you can."

I lifted my hips, my face flushing furiously when Scotty tugged my pants down my legs. I trembled and inhaled a sharp breath when Scotty's hands stroked my naked skin, slowly moving up my legs towards my groin. No one had ever touched him like Scotty was doing, with so much care.

I almost jumped right out of my skin when Scotty leaned down and rubbed his face against the sensitive skin of my abdomen. Scotty seemed to be breathing in deeply as he rubbed his face over me again and again.

"You're all mine, baby, all mine, and I have the marriage license to prove it." Scotty suddenly pushed away and stood to his feet, stepping back a couple of paces. "Watch me, Beck, watch what you do to me."

Like that was a problem. I could no more look away from Scotty than I could stop breathing. I was mesmerized by the powerful man.

The fact that Scotty had started stripping off his clothes only made it more impossible for me to look away. Each bit of naked skin revealed only added to every fantasy I had ever imagined about the man, only this was real.

I was already semi-hard. Watching the man strip naked put a whole new spin on the lust coursing through my body. Scotty was a work of art. Seeing him naked every time we made love made me realize that none of my fantasies ever compared to the man in reality.

Scotty's broad shoulders belied the trimness of his waist. The man was definitely fit. It showed in every bulging muscle and every bit of taut, rippling skin. He was breathtaking.

He was certainly taking the breath from me.

His skin was lightly tanned but unmarred by tan lines, giving me yet another fantasy to dream about, where the man sunbathed nude. Thick pectoral muscles graced his chest leading down to a trim waist and ripped abdominal muscles.

My eyes started to move below Scotty's waistline when the man suddenly grabbed my cock. I groaned and arched into the air, the soft touch exquisite. "Scotty!"

"Ssshh, settle, baby," Scotty said as he gently caressed my engorged flesh.

Just the simple touch of Scotty's hand on me was more than I'd ever thought I'd have. It was more than I'd ever had before because I wanted this. Being with Scotty was my choice. Him being with me was his choice.

The rest was all just a bonus.

Scotty's face flushed as he stared down at me, his jaw clenching as if he was holding on to his control by a thread. It thrilled me, excited me, but it also scared me.

I didn't know what to expect.

My breath caught in my throat when Scotty leaned over me, his hands landing on my chest just over my nipples. He started to draw them slowly down my body, his eyes following the path his hands made.

Scotty's eyes moved up and down my body. He drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as his eyes met mine again. "I'll be honest here, Beck. You are the hottest looking thing I have ever seen and I want you very much. I'm not sure I can control myself right now."

"You'll stop if I ask you to."

One eyebrow on Scotty's forehead arched up. "You think so, huh?"

"I know so." I had no idea how I knew that, but I did. Scotty would never do anything to purposely hurt me. I knew it deep down in my soul. "I trust you."

Scotty's eyes fluttered closed. "You really have no idea what you're saying, Beck. I don't think you realize what you're getting yourself into right now."

"So, tell me then."

I almost wished I hadn't said anything when Scotty's shoulders slumped. I should have stopped while I was ahead. Scotty seemed more than willing to make love to me until I opened my mouth and demanded more.

I inhaled sharply when Scotty suddenly moved up and hovered over me. His facial features were taut as if he were under a lot of strain. Scotty grabbed one of my hands and moved it down to his cock, pressing my fingers around his thick erection.

"I'm trying to be considerate, baby." Scotty shook his head. "If I wasn't so afraid of scaring you, I'd already be balls deep inside your ass right now. And I'd fuck you, baby, and not let you go until I was done with you, and that would take a very long time."

My mouth dropped open. I'd never heard words spoken like Scotty's that aroused me so quickly or made my body tremble so much. I wasn't sure I'd ever heard words spoken quite like Scotty's.

"And that is bad because?"

"It's not bad, Beck, but I've had a very trying day. It's all I can do to treat you gently right now."

It wasn't getting any easier for me to breathe. With each word that Scotty spoke was taking away another breath of air. I swallowed and then nodded. "I trust you, Scotty."

I couldn't take my eyes off of Scotty as the man leaned down and stroked his tongue across my naked skin. Scotty didn't seem to be in great hurry as he slowly licked and nipped his way across my chest.

Each nipple was lavished, licked, sucked, and then nibbled on until I was squirming under Scotty, pressing myself up into the man. No one had ever touched me like Scotty was doing. Like my wants and needs mattered.

My mind seemed to fragment when Scotty moved further down my chest to my abdomen. They were simple abdomen muscles, a bellybutton. They shouldn't need to feel Scotty's tongue moved across them quite like they did. I almost cried out when Scotty's mouth left my abdomen until I felt hot lips wrap around the head of my cock.

"Scotty!" I cried out.

I clenched my fingers in the blankets so tightly that they hurt. I bent my knees and planted my feet firmly in the mattress before driving my cock up into Scotty's mouth.

Nothing on earth had ever felt this good.

My bubble of euphoria suddenly burst when something hard and wet press against my ass. I stiffened. My cock was still in Scotty's mouth, but I could feel it start to wilt at the sensation.

"Scotty." I swallowed tightly.

Scotty's head popped up and dark eyes met mine. "It's okay, Beck, it's just my fingers."

I drew in a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart.

Scotty smiled. "I promise you'll enjoy it."

Oh, I was aware. I'd enjoyed it every time Scotty had done it before. I still winced when Scotty began pushing his slick finger in deeper. It wasn't exactly painful, more uncomfortable than anything. It took a few minutes, but I slowly grew used to the finger in my ass.

I was just starting to let my muscles loosen, letting go of the tension in them, when another finger pushed into my ass.

Scotty's fingers suddenly curved and brushed against something deep inside of me. I stiffened, a loud wail falling from my lips as I arched into the air.

"There we go," Scotty whispered.

I panted heavily as I lowered myself back down to the mattress. I'd never, ever, felt anything like it. I thought the sensation was like a combination of the one I felt when I kissed Scotty and kissing a light socket.

Scotty's mouth dropped back down over my cock. At the same time, his fingers began moving again, pushing in and out of my ass. I held my breath, overcome by the feeling of Scotty sucking on my cock and the anticipation of having my sweet spot stroked again.

When it came, I cried out and instantly filled Scotty's mouth with my release. White lights swam in front of my eyes as my brain seemed to short circuit. I couldn't think, only feel. And I felt everything from the way Scotty sucked on my cock to the fingers that continued to stroke me through my orgasm.

I almost whimpered in protest when Scotty suddenly pulled away from me until I saw the man kneel between my thighs and lean over the top of me. Scotty had his cock in his hand and was stroking himself furiously.

I was entranced. I'd never seen anything so sexy in my life. Scotty's face was taut, his jaw clenched, and his lips pressed tightly together over his teeth. And even though he stroked his cock rapidly, his eyes never once left my body.

I licked my lips. I could feel myself start to harden again even though I'd just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. How could I not when the object of my every fantasy was jerking off over the top of me?

The loud roar that filled the room as ropes of white shot out over my chest was worth everything. Scotty dropped down to rest his head on my chest. I desperately wanted to hug the man, to touch him in some way.

I just didn't know if I could.

"Scotty?"

"It wasn't supposed to go that way," Scotty complained.

"What way?"

Scotty groaned before collapsing down beside me and drawing me into his arms, uncaring of the cooling cum all over my chest. "I wanted to come inside of you."

"Later," I whispered. "We have all night." And I planned to live out every lust filled fantasy I had of the man. We might need more than one night.

Luckily, we were married.