25. Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Viktor

I can't stop giggling as Beckett kicks the bedroom door shut. The way he manhandles me, the casual show of strength, it never fails to get me hot. But I also keep an eye out for any wincing, any sign of pain that his psoas muscle is acting up.

"Think you're real cute, don't you?" He spins us so my back hits the wall. The impact punches a gasp out of me, but it quickly turns into a moan as he grinds against me, hard and insistent.

"I don't think. I know I'm fucking adorable. And you love it."

He hums, trailing biting kisses down the column of my throat. "Love this ass in my hands, that's for sure." He punctuates his words with a firm squeeze, pulling me flush against him. "Love the sounds you make when I'm buried deep even more."

Fuck.

I writhe against him, plucking at his shirt. "Then why are we still wearing clothes? Chop, chop, Becks. Get naked, come on."

He chuckles, lowering me to the ground, then strips off his shirt in one smooth motion. "Keep sassing me and you'll get it, brat."

"Oh, fuck yes. Yes, please."

I shimmy out of my clothes in record time, my skin tingling under the intensity of his gaze, heat pooling in my core as his eyes hungrily drink me in.

"Like what you see?" I smirk, cocking my hip.

A muscle in his jaw ticks, and his hands flex at his sides, like he's physically restraining himself from grabbing me. "Always, Chaos. Fuck, you're so gorgeous, you don't even know . . ."

A flush warms my cheeks. Hearing how much he desires me never gets old.

"Want me on my back so you can watch yourself split me open on your big cock? Or maybe you want me on my knees to pull my hair while you fuck my throat raw?"

Beckett makes a strangled sound, eyes flashing. In an instant, he's on me, one hand cupping my ass while the other tangles in my hair, tugging my head back.

"Tonight, I want to watch your face when your greedy hole swallows me up."

A shiver runs through my entire body, my hole clenching around nothing. "Holy shit. I think I just—"

He cuts me off with a kiss, licking into my mouth like he's trying to devour me. I cling to his shoulders, urging him back toward the bed until his knees hit the edge and he sits. I don't break the kiss as I straddle him, knees bracketing his hips, loving the way his breath hitches as I grind down.

"Lube." I gasp when we finally part for air. "And . . . ah, fuck . . . the clamps. Becks, please."

His grin is pure sin as he reaches into the nightstand. He tosses the lube on the bed but dangles the gleaming silver clamps from a finger. "These what you want, Chaos? Want me to put them on your pretty nipples, get 'em all red and aching?"

I can only nod frantically, skin already tingling in anticipation. The first clamp biting down makes me cry out, makes my back arch as the bright, hot pain zings straight to my dick.

The second one has me nearly sobbing, hips rolling mindlessly as I chase the intensity. Beckett groans, low and deep, hands stroking reverently over my sides.

There's the snick of the lube opening, followed by a slick finger circling my hole, and then he's pressing in. I gasp, bearing down eagerly, my nails digging into his shoulders. He works me open, crooking his fingers just right to graze my prostate.

By the time he's up to three, I'm panting, thighs trembling, sweat prickling along my hairline. "Fuck, Becks. Get in me. Fuck me."

He grabs the condom, tearing the foil packaging open. "Lift up."

I do, rising up on shaking thighs as he sheaths, then slicks himself. His blunt head presses against my hole and I sink down. It's so much, the stretch and the burn and the sweet ache of being filled. But I don't stop, I take him to the hilt until I'm fully seated on his lap, stuffed full of his cock.

"Fuck," Beckett grits out, fingers digging into my hips. "Fuck, you feel incredible, so hot and tight."

I can only mewl in response. He's so deep like this, filling me up, pushing the air from my lungs. I need a minute, need to—

Beckett thrusts up viciously, bouncing me on his cock. I wail, stars bursting behind my eyes as he hits my prostate dead-on.

"Oh, fuck." I gasp, head lolling back. "Oh, fuck. Becks, yes, yes, yes."

He moves at a relentless pace, fucking up into me hard and deep. And fuck, he's just as shameless, matching me cry for cry, growl for whimper. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.

And then he tugs the chain connecting the nipple clamps, sharp and deliberate. White-hot sensation sears through me and I keen, my back bowing. He does it again, timing it with a particularly brutal thrust, and I nearly fly apart.

"Wrap your hand around that pretty dick of yours and show me how well you can fuck your fist."

My hand leaves his shoulder, wrapping around my aching length. I fuck into the tight circle of my fingers urgently. It's graceless and sloppy and fucking perfect. "Fuck, gonna come. Fuck, fuck Becks. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit."

"Come for me, Chaos. Come on my cock."

And I do. I fucking detonate, thighs shaking as my orgasm crashes through me. Cum splatters over Beckett's chest and abs, coating my hand as I shake apart, spasming and clenching around him.

Distantly, I hear him curse, his fingers digging into my hips. He thrusts twice more and then he's coming too.

I collapse against his chest, boneless and spent. Beckett presses soft kisses to my hair, his hands stroking soothingly up and down my back.

Sweat is cooling on my skin and my ass aches, the nipple clamps a sweet, throbbing hurt. And I've never felt so utterly, completely content.

Beckett eases me off his softening cock and lays me out on the bed, removing the nipple clamps before disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a damp cloth and cleans me up.

When he's done, he stretches out beside me, gathering me into his arms. I tangle our legs together, burrowing into his warmth. His fingers comb through my hair and I nuzzle into his chest.

"Love you," I mumble into his skin.

"Love you too, Chaos. Always."

I'm nearly asleep when something occurs to me. I crack an eye open, smirking up at his peaceful face. "We were pretty loud. Bet we sounded like a couple of pornstars going at it."

He snorts, not bothering to open his eyes. "What, you want a medal?"

I nip at his chest, grinning when he yelps. "Actually, I was thinking we should fuck in the president's office. Christen the desk for the next person."

The thing about my mom, she doesn't threaten, doesn't give second chances. You fuck up, you're done. Which is why she sent the video right as we walked out of the office.

Beckett groans, swatting me lightly on the ass. "You're a fucking menace, you know that?"

"But I'm your menace. No take-backs."

He huffs a laugh, arms tightening around me. "Wouldn't dream of it."