Full Court Press

by Rose, Ashley

  It wasn’t gentle either. It was...confused. He made it look like it was heated, but he was distracted. The kiss was nice and everything, but it wasn’t him.

  She stopped moving her lips against his and cupped his face in her hands. “Beck?” She kept her face close enough that their lips brushed when she spoke.

  He kept his eyes closed and let out an exhausted sigh.

  She slid her arms around his neck, keeping their faces close. “I really think you need to relax. This isn’t that bad, really.”

  “Me being here is one thing. But you having to be here and listen to these idiots talk down to you...it’s fucking stupid. I shouldn’t have dragged you into it.”

  She couldn’t help but smile. “Is that what you’re worried about? I swear, Beck, this isn’t that bad. I don’t take any of it personally. A lot of the people here believe that success is based on money. I’m honestly not interested in being accepted by any of them. I’m doing this for you and it’s not that bad, I promise.”

  “I hate people like this.”

  “I can tell, but don’t let it ruin your night. Besides, you’ve got a little fun to look forward to later, right?”

  He smiled. “Right.”

  “So the sooner we convince these guys, the sooner we can split.”

  He nodded. “All right. Let’s get going then.” He stood up and set her on her feet. “It should be easier now. Everyone’s got a drink or two in them, so let’s play some show and tell.”

  She grinned and grabbed his hand. Her Beck was back. He led her out the door confidently but just as they were passing the threshold back out into the main room, Beck grabbed her and pushed her against the door jamb.

  He kissed her like there was no tomorrow. His hands gripped her body tightly and his legs split her thighs just below the hem of her dress. The kiss left her breathless and when he pulled back she wanted to jump him, but his hands kept her pinned.

  He leaned down to speak in her ear. “Let’s see how fast we can get out of here, hm?”

  The plan worked, though maybe not as fast as she would have liked. They had another twenty minutes of pretending to be love struck teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves before they managed to leave. One of the more influential clients had noticed them, and after some looks and comments, he had convinced Beck’s dad that it was his idea for Beck and Carmondy to get a hotel room and ‘do what those young-uns do’.

  She was so relieved when they finally got out of that stupid room and made their way to the front desk. Beck had shouldered the small bag that he’d packed after grabbing his wallet out of it.

  “I’d like a room,” he told the man at the front desk.

  He handed over the credit card and a minute later, they were getting in the elevator, headed for the top floor.

  Beck ripped at his tie while the elevator moved, but was too frustrated to be successful, only making it into a knot.

  “Here.” She batted at his hands. “Let me do it.”

  He dropped his hands and looked up with a grimace on his face, annoyed and irritated, on the verge of being in a very bad mood.

  She pulled the tie free. “Why are you so agitated all of a sudden?”

  “Because. I just spent the last half an hour, kissing, touching and manhandling you, but haven’t actually been able to do anything about it. I was already feeling sex deprived, and this definitely didn’t help.”

  She glanced up at the floor indicator. “Well, if we weren’t almost there, I’d offer you elevator sex.”

  He scoffed. “Like you need to offer it. I’m pretty sure I could just pull your dress up and have my way with you.”

  Now that was more like the old Beck. “Probably true. So...what? You’re waiting till we get into the room?”

  “Yes.” He watched the abnormally slow floor indicator.

  “Well, could you be careful? I’d really like this dress not to be ripped. So maybe if I could take it off before you attack? That’d be great.”

  “Sure.” He shrugged. “You hungry? I’m hungry.”

  “Why didn’t you eat at the party? There was food there.”

  “That crap was disgusting.”

  She shrugged and the elevator finally dinged, letting them off on their floor. Beck used the key-card to let them in. The room was nice, but she had only a moment to take it in before Beck tossed the bag on the bed and started removing his clothes.

  “Take that dress off.”

  Her heart sped up a little at the sound of his determination but she managed to slip the zipper down and shimmy out of the dress. She barely managed to drape it over a chair before Beck grabbed her from behind and spun her around to face him.

  “Okay, I’ve got a game plan.” He lifted her up and laid her on her back on the cool tabletop. He stood between her legs, gripping her thighs tightly.

  “And what’s that?” she asked, stretching her hands above her head, along the table and arching her back, mostly for his benefit.

  “First, sex.” He rubbed himself against her. “Then, I’m gonna order pizza. After that, I’m getting in that Jacuzzi until the pizza gets here. Then, I’m going to eat the pizza.”

  “Am I invited into any of those steps?”

  “The sex? Yep, that’s mandatory. The other stuff is optional, though I wouldn’t mind getting you in the tub also.”

  “So, sex. Bath. Pizza.”

  “Yep.” He slid his hand farther up the back of the thigh to grab her buttocks. “God. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to get another taste of this.”

  “Then why are you dragging it out?” She pushed her hips against his. “Come on.”

  “Eager much?”

  “You’re not the only one feeling sex deprived.”

  He laughed and leaned down to kiss her soundly. When he pulled back, he was breathless. “I fucking love it when you’re eager. Now if I could only get you to beg.” He looked thoughtful.

  She rolled her eyes. “If you don’t do it soon, I’m gonna have to.”

  He stood straight and looked down at her for a moment, looking at her body as it stretched over the table.

  “Where’s my tie?” he asked.

  She frowned. “On the chair with my dress, why?”

  He let go of her and stepped away to grab his tie before circling the table to where her hands were gripping the edge.

  She looked at him upside down. “What are you—oh.”

  He grabbed her wrists and quickly tied them together, using the loose ends of the tie to knot around the table leg. He yanked the knot tight, causing her arms to stretch and effectively keeping her wrists pinned above her head and to the edge of the table.

  “All right?” He was asking if everything was cool, if he had permission.

  “Yeah.” She shifted on the tabletop, tugging on her wrists a little. The tie held securely though. She wasn’t going anywhere. Perfect. “That’s...awesome. You’re gonna ruin your tie though.”

  “I fucking hate that tie.” He came back around. This time he tugged her thong off before wrapping her legs around his hips. He slid one hand under her torso and unsnapped the strapless bra and tossed it aside.

  He rubbed his hands up and down her waist and hips. “Fuck. I’ve been shitty with foreplay lately.”

  She tried to pull his hips closer with her legs, but he was keeping a safe distance, so he just barely brushed against her. She moaned and wanted to beg him to stop messing around. “I don’t care. Just...we can have post-play, instead, in the bathtub.”

  His hand skimmed over her stomach, ribs and chest, pausing to pinch her nipple lightly. He slid his hand between her spread legs and gave her a light pinch there too, making her cry out softly and struggle on the table.

  “Calm down,” he teased, trailing his fingers down her hip.

  He was teasing her, making her beg for it.

  “Please,” she said.

  “I’m not sure you mean it. I’m not sure you want it enough.” He moved his hi
ps closer so he could slide himself up and down along the line between her legs, making her moan.

  “I mean it. I promise.”

  “Prove it.”

  She was getting desperate. She couldn’t last much longer. “Anything. I’ll do anything.” She tried again to roll her hips up off the table to get closer to him.

  He slid a hand down his own body to wrap his fingers around himself. “Anything?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. Watching his hand work back and forth brought her even closer to the edge.

  “My own free sex pass?” he asked.

  She nodded fervently. “Yes.”

  “Anywhere, anytime, any props?”

  “Yes. Yes! Jesus Christ. Just do it, please.”

  “My pleasure.” He didn’t take his time in finally giving her what she wanted.

  She wanted to sigh in relief and scream in pleasure at the same time. She settled for staying quiet and taking him all in.

  His hands held her hips in place while his own hips went to work. The pace was rhythmic and not so hard that it shoved her off the other side of the table.

  “You’re too relaxed,” he said without pausing. “I’m not doing this right.”

  She smiled. “No. It’s not that. You’re doing it per—” She moaned and arched her back off the table when he adjusted his angle. “Perfectly.”

  He wasn’t holding her hips any more. He planted his palms on the table beside her, allowing him to go for a more downward motion, but bringing it up as he pulled back. It felt like he was going deeper with each thrust. On the back stroke, he rubbed against her in a way that made her want to cry out each time.

  “Oh...fuck.” She moaned and gripped him tightly with her legs.

  “That’s what I’m doing, baby,” he said from above her, holding her gaze.

  Oh god, why couldn’t he just stick to the nice and relaxing tactic? She wanted to ask him but her heart had started to beat so fast and her breathing was coming so rapidly, she was pretty sure she couldn’t get any comprehensible words out.

  His muscular chest was suspended over her, just begging for some nail marks. Lower, she could watch his six-pack flex and unflex with each thrust. Even lower, she could watch as those hip muscles did some serious work. She could never get enough of watching where their bodies met. It was a little startling, but in a good way.

  Mostly, it was sexy.

  She liked matching the visual with the feeling. It added to the all-around experience. For the first time in her life, she felt a momentary urge to make a sex video. She’d love to watch this over and over again, maybe while practicing some of those nice tactics Beck had taught her in the dressing room. Ooooh, sex in a mirror? Definitely had to do that.

  God, she was terrible.

  “What are you thinking about?” he demanded, without losing pace.

  She couldn’t help but smile. “Sex...” she had to pause between words because each of his movements caused the word to get caught in her throat, “... video.”

  A look of interest passed over his face before it disappeared into a look of pleasure. “Hold that thought.”

  If she thought he had been doing his best before, she was sorely mistaken. He sped up and intensified his pace, pushing her to the edge in seconds.

  She writhed on the table and pulled on the silk that was keeping her wrists pinned. She wanted to touch him. She needed something to hold onto, something to sink her nails into.

  “Beck...”

  It was too late. The orgasm hit her full force and her whole body went tense. She arched off the table and pulled on her bonds so hard that they tightened on her wrists painfully. The pain and the feeling of helplessness only added to the overwhelming wave of gratification that washed over her. She did her best to ride it through but it didn’t work. She seemed to be drowning in it. Every nerve in her body seemed to overload in its attempt to absorb the sensation.

  She couldn’t remember whether she made any noise or not because it seemed several minutes before her mind settled back into her body. She was relaxed on the table now, and Beck hadn’t moved. Their hips were still pressed tightly together and he was leaning heavily on the table, catching his breath.

  “Oh my God.” She groaned and stretched. She noticed the pain in her wrists again and tried to loosen the tie, which was cutting off her circulation.

  His hips shifted and she gasped, incredibly sore down there already.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing...just...fuck, I hurt down there.”

  He frowned and pulled back, careful to keep her legs supported. “I—”

  “No, in a good way. Just as long as you weren’t hoping for another round tonight.”

  He shook his head. “I’m spent.”

  “Me too.”

  His hand slipped between her legs and she felt the wet mess. “I’m sure a bath will help if you’re sore.”

  She nodded but let him keep massaging the soreness gently. A pain shot down her arm from her wrist.

  “Beck.”

  “Yeah?”

  “My hands hurt.”

  He looked up from where he had been watching between her legs. “Crap. Sorry.” He leaned over her, careful not to put too much pressure against her as he quickly untied the knots and freed her wrists.

  When he was done, his hands slid under her and picked her up, holding her against his body like a small child. “I didn’t mean to tie it that tight.”

  She wrapped his arms around his neck as he carried her toward the bathroom. “You didn’t. I was struggling too hard. It was my fault.”

  “Why do you struggle so much?”

  She buried her face in his neck. “It makes it more exciting. It makes me feel—it’s hard to explain. Besides, I thought you liked it.”

  “I do. It’s sexy. The look on your face when you fight is so fucking sexy.” He set her on the sparkling tile countertop and stepped back so he could see her face. “Everything’s cool then?”

  She nodded. “Yep, as soon as I can walk again.” She rubbed her hands, getting only a slight tingling feeling, minimal damage.

  Beck frowned and grabbed her hands, massaging them with his strong, talented fingers.

  She pulled away though. “They’re fine. All back to normal.” She wiggled her fingers to prove it.

  He dropped his hands but kept his eyes down. “You know that I don’t get off on giving pain. I don’t like hurting girls, you, during sex.”

  She smiled the best she could and held his face in both hands. “It’s a good thing you didn’t hurt me then.” She kissed him on the lips.

  “But you said you were sore, and your hands…”

  “My hands are fine now, and that was my bad anyway. I’m sore because we just had amazing sex. It’s not that kind of hurt. It’s the good kind, the I-just-got-a-good-fucking good. I’ll let you know if you ever do something that I don’t like, okay?”

  He nodded and pulled her hands away from his face. “Good. I mean, I love tying you up and everything. I love how hot it makes you, but anything other than that, I’m not down with.” He kissed her for a moment, soft, almost apologetic, even though he had nothing to apologize for. She kissed him back, making sure he knew that everything was good.

  When he pulled away, he looked back to normal. “Will you run a bath while I order pizza?”

  “Yep. Bubble bath?”

  He frowned.

  “Okay, maybe not.”

  “The only reason I don’t like bubble bath is because it’ll obstruct my view.” His hand curved over her breast. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

  “Nope. Definitely not.”

  “Plus, that crap stinks.”

  She laughed. “Okay, I get it. Bubble baths aren’t manly.”

  He patted her hip. “Good girl. You’re learning.” He left the bathroom, grabbing a towel off a stack near the door on his way out, wrapping it around his hips.

  She slid off the counter and was glad to find that her legs
held her weight. The bathtub was big, complete with water-jets and a sculpted backrest. It could fit two people easily.

  She ran the water hot. She picked another fluffy towel off the stack and wrapped it around herself. She slid onto the marble countertop that surrounded the tub and curled her legs up under her.

  She must have half dozed off watching the water fill the tub because she didn’t hear Beck enter the bathroom. It scared the crap out of her when his hand slid over her shoulder.

  “Crap!” She jerked and would have fallen in the tub, but he caught her.

  “Jumpy?” he asked, pulling her towel off before pulling off his own and stepping into the almost-full tub.

  Once he had sat down, she slid over him to the control device.

  “Mind if I turn some jets on?”

  He shook his head and sank lower into the tub. “Go ahead. Damn, this thing is awesome.”

  She turned some of the jets on a medium setting. She turned to find somewhere to relax and found that Beck’s arms were stretched out along either side. The only place to sit, without getting cozy with him, was the other side of the tub.

  She didn’t want to sit on the other side of the tub.

  That meant that she either had to risk cuddling up with him, or fake some sexy and come on to him. She hated that those were her only options to show him affection. She didn’t want to initiate anything. She was tired.

  “What is it?” Beck asked.

  She looked up. “Oh, nothing, I’m just gonna—” She started moving to the other side of the tub.

  “What are you doing?” He snagged her wrist and pulled her against him, stretching her body on top of his. The front of their bodies pressed together, and she looked up at him and smiled.

  His hand traced down her shoulder, back, over the curve of her buttocks, down her thigh and then back up again.

  She sighed and dropped her head to his neck, her arms folded under her.

  “About that sex video,” he said.

  She smiled without looking up. “I think my brain was malfunctioning in the heat of the moment.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  She pushed up off his chest. “Okay, fine. I was just thinking about how sexy we looked, having sex like that. I’d like to watch it over and over again.”