Step Beast

by Selena Kitt

  “Don’t come,” he warned, lifting his glistening face to narrow his eyes at her.

  “I won’t,” she gasped, reaching her arms out for him, pleading. “I need you inside me. Please.”

  Beast obliged. He pulled one head away to make room for the other one.

  She waited, breath held, while he slipped the bulbous head of his cock up and down the seam of her sex. He rubbed that silver ring against her clit, nudging it, making her moan and thrash. Then he aimed himself and pushed. Tilly was already sopping wet, her pussy swollen, fat, desperately eager.

  And even still, he had to go slowly, because he was very large, and she was not.

  She stretched for him, opening to him, around him. She arched her back, arms thrown over her head on the futon, groaning as he sank deeper. Then he pushed deeper still, and they both moaned together when he was all the way in. She loved being filled by him so completely. Part of her could have stayed that way forever. But a nagging pulse between her legs forced her to move, squirming beneath him.

  Beast began to move, propping himself up on his elbows as he thrust in and out, watching her face the whole while. Tilly wrapped her legs about him as tightly as she could. Her legs were short and his torso was thickly muscled, but she managed to lock her feet around him, digging her heels into his lower back. Beast grunted when she did that, giving her a little more of his cock, so deep she ached.

  Then he really started to fuck her. They’d only just begun. His hips sawed back and forth, giving her short, hard, shuddering strokes for a while—and then he began to grind, forcing low moans from her throat as his pelvis locked and rocked against hers. Tilly was flying, just like he’d said, floating away, spiraling upward, her body a hot little tornado of sex she had no control over at all.

  Her arms flailed as he pounded into her, her excitement at a fever pitch. She was dizzy, keening, both mind and body completely overwhelmed with sensation. Beast gave another low grunt, grabbing her wrists and pinning her down. He caught both wrists in one big hand, keeping them above her head as he slid his other hand down to grab her ass. This gave him perfect control, the ability to tilt her hips and give him the deeper access he clearly wanted.

  The energy that had sparked and then spilled out of Tilly as she writhed and thrashed underneath him now had nowhere else to go. He’d contained it, and it passed between them, a closed circuit. It lit her up from the inside out as their bodies moved, perfectly in sync, climbing higher and higher.

  Tilly was approaching terminal velocity. Everything she had and was, converged deep in her loins, rebounding throughout her body. Beast’s intensity increased, he moved in and out of her with more speed and desperation. His breath was hot in her ear, his body covering hers, pushing her closer and closer to heaven.

  “Beast,” she whispered, a little cry escaping her throat when she realized she’d reached the point of no return. There was no turning back from here. He was taking her over the edge, flying, soaring.

  “Come,” he urged, battering her pelvis, pummeling her pussy with the heated steel of his cock. She felt him swell, if that was even possible, his balls slapping hard against her ass. “Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good. Fuck. Ahhhh come for me, Tilly. Come all over my cock.”

  That was all she needed to send her over. She shrieked as she came, as he began to unload his heavy, swinging sac, with thick, hot pulses that forced her spasming pussy to take each forceful eruption from the tip of his throbbing cock. She cried out again as her walls clamped down around his length, as if her body was milking him, eager to empty him completely. Her teeth sank into his shoulder as she tried to keep from screaming and he hissed and shuddered, grinding deeper, as if he could run her through with the rigid rod between her legs.

  Faintly, from another room nearby, maybe through the wall, she thought she heard another woman shrieking too, as if they were sisters in ecstasy. Was it Frankie? The rooms were soundproof, or almost—but perhaps, if someone was loud enough…

  Beast, who was a very quiet lover, couldn’t help but groan as he shuddered again, spilling all he had into her. They were locked together tightly, their mutual vibrations threatening to shake each other apart. Tilly was bound in Beast’s arms as the full power of his climax filled her. Lightning flashed again and again in her head.

  When she opened her eyes, she saw he was looking at her, too.

  Tilly got lost there—the dark ocean of his eyes was deep, unfathomable. All boundaries dissolved. All borders between them vanished. Directions and dimensions no longer existed. Tilly had no idea where she was, who she was... everything was joy.

  Then they rested, both of them still breathing heavily. He pulled a sheet around them, cradling her on his body, in his arms, enveloping her. Tilly was a mess, and the tears she started to cry didn’t help at all. She hated how she looked when she cried—her nose and cheeks got as red as her hair. But the sheer intensity of the experience shook her to the core and she sobbed. It was uncontrollable.

  Beast let her cry, rocking her, kissing her wet temple and cheek. They were both slick with sweat and she shivered, even under the sheet. He rubbed her upper arms in his big, strong hands, warming her.

  A million questions filled her mind, wavered on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t ask.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered, hiding her face against his neck. “It’s just… Oh Beast, I missed you. I missed you… so… much…”

  Her breath hitched and he squeezed her to him tighter, whispering back, “I know.”

  “Thank you for coming home. I know why you did.” She sniffed. She felt his spine stiffen at her words. “She needed to see you. Before… before…”

  “Shhhh.” He cradled her head in his hand, keeping her tear-stained face against his neck. “Tilly, baby, I told you. I didn’t come for her.”

  “She’s dying.” It was the first time she’d said the words out loud. “And there’s nothing more to be done. All the treatments. It’s just prolonging the inevitable.”

  “I know,” he said again, gripping her more tightly. “But you’ll get to say goodbye, Tills. You’ll get to tell her…”

  “What? Tell her what?” Tilly let out a strangled, pained laugh. “You know what my mother cares about. Better than anyone. Because you’ve done the exact opposite, your whole life.”

  He gave a little snort, then sighed, pressing his lips to the top of her head and breathing in her scent.

  “I wish you’d been able to say goodbye to your father,” Tilly said softly.

  “Fucking coward,” he growled. “At least your mother’s going out fighting.”

  They sat that way for a while, silently, Beast rocking her.

  “What are we going to do?” She finally spoke the one overwhelming, compelling question that eclipsed everything else in her mind. “She won’t ever allow this. Not ever.”

  “I know.” He swallowed, his voice thick.

  “So what are we going to do?” She lifted her head, searching his eyes, desperate for a solution.

  “For now, we keep doing this,” he told her, cupping her face in his hands, containing her once more. “You keep coming back to me, here.”

  It wasn’t a solution, not really, but the soft, tender look in his eyes comforted her. She allowed him to put his arms back around her, to hold and rock her and whisper things she knew weren’t true. It’s okay. We’ll work it out. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

  She’d heard all of those words before.

  Before he’d left.

  How could she believe him now?

  But some part of her desperately wanted to believe. Things were different, here, in this room. They were more fully themselves, more connected, more naked and open, than they’d ever been outside of it.

  He was right—they could be together, here.

  And she was going to keep coming back here, to him, as long as she possibly could.

  Chapter 14

  “Tilly!” Liv’s voice was faint, calling her daughter
from the living room, which was through the dining room, on the other side of the long foyer. “Come watch with me!”

  “Coming!” Tilly called back from the kitchen where she stood in front of the open fridge, trying to decide on what to eat. She’d told her mother she was coming in to make a sandwich, but now she was in the mood for something else.

  “Whatcha lookin’ for?” Beast appeared in the doorway and Tilly glanced back at him, smiling. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of trunks, and he was dripping wet, a towel hanging around his neck. He’d been out swimming laps for the past hour.

  “Something I’m sure isn’t in here.” Tilly sighed, bending further to peer at the lower shelves of the fridge. “Where’s the cottage cheese?”

  “Mmmm, damn, girl, your ass in those yoga pants…” Beast grinned when Tilly shot him a warning look.

  Liv might be two rooms away, but the staff could be anywhere. They weren’t alone, not like the time they’d spent during their afternoon at The Block, where Beast had introduced her to a new spanking paddle. It was a longer, narrower version of the one that resembled a ping-pong paddle. It flexed very nicely, Beast told her, and Tilly soon found it gave more of a sting than the other instrument.

  Beast had given Tilly more advanced lessons in cock-sucking that day, and she had made a few errors in need of punishment, including once again forgetting and reaching to touch herself. The new instrument made her ass redder than the other one had, and she still felt it. She’d changed out of her jeans as soon as she got home, because the car ride had been hell.

  “I can’t decide if I like your ass better in jeans, or yoga pants… or without anything at all.”

  “Shhh!” Tilly warned again, verbally this time, but she couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face as turned back to the fridge, knowing it forced her ass to jut out further as she bent to pull out one of the vegetable drawers.

  “Now you’re just teasing me.” Beast snorted, coming closer.

  “Who me?” Tilly shifted, waving her ass at him as she found something better than cottage cheese tucked into the back of the vegetable drawer—cream cheese. It was the gourmet flavored kind made at the local bakery and it tasted just like cheesecake.

  Beast smacked her ass, the sound loud, and Tilly just barely managed to cover her yelp of surprise.

  “You bastard,” she hissed with delight, standing upright and rubbing her behind. “I’ll get you for that. Ow! You know that still hurts.”

  “You were asking for it.” He laughed when she reached out and snapped the elastic on his trunks, delighted when she saw he was half-hard from looking at her bent over in front of the refrigerator. “Well, your ass was asking for it, anyway…”

  Tilly nudged the fridge door closed with her hip, pulling off the lid of the cream cheese and dipping her finger in, bringing up a big glob of whipped creaminess.

  “Hey!” she protested when Beast leaned in and captured her finger between his lips, stealing her taste. Then she forgot about cream cheese, biting her lip as she watched him gently suck her finger into his mouth, feeling the rake of his teeth along the sensitive pad of her fingertip. That sent little fireworks up her arm, hardening her nipples instantly.

  He took the cream cheese from her and set it on the counter as he pressed her up against the now closed refrigerator door. Tilly shook her head in protest, trying to glance around his big frame—impossible—to see if anyone was coming, but he was already kissing her. His hands slid down to grope her still sore ass and Tilly let out a little moan when his tongue touched hers.

  Beast’s tongue stroked and licked every bit of her mouth, giving her a taste of the cream cheese she’d been after, only this was so much more delicious. He was still wet from the pool and she knew he was leaving giant wet spots all over her clothes, and how in the hell was she going to explain that when she went into the living room to binge watch Downton Abbey on Blue-Ray with her mother?

  These thoughts went through her head, but they were only fleeting, because his cock was digging into her belly as she hooked her hands around his neck and met his deep, probing kiss with her own eager intensity. Beast breathed her in through his nose, his hands moving up to her waist, taking her t-shirt with him, exposing her cleavage over the white lace edge of her bra. He cupped and kneaded them in his hands, fingers grazing the hard, tingling nubs of her nipples, making Tilly gasp.

  “Hey!” she protested in a whisper, looking up at him through glazed, still half-closed eyes. “I thought you said we couldn’t do this… here…”

  “You’re fucking irresistible,” he whispered back, his hot mouth trailing over her neck, hands moving quickly to her ass again, lifting her higher, off the floor now. He pinned her to the fridge with his weight, sucking on her collarbone. “You and your hot little ass…”

  “There’s nothing little about my ass,” Tilly replied with a snort.

  “Baby, you’ve got an ass that just… Will. Not. Quit. So don’t give me that ‘I’m fat’ crap. Quit comparing yourself to Frankie—that girl can’t tell her ass from her elbow, and neither can I,” he told her and Tilly giggled at that. “You, on the other hand…”

  His hands squeezed her ass flesh, pulling her legs up around his waist. “You’re so hot, you’re on fire. I’m going to have to start taking this ass and training it soon.”

  She looked at him and he chuckled at her wide-eyed stare.

  “Trust me, you’ll love it.” His head dipped again, so his mouth was pressed to her ear. “I’ll make you love every inch of it.”

  She believed him as she whimpered and shuddered in his arms, just at the thought.

  “Beast,” she breathed, clinging to him, in spite of her words. “We need to stop…”

  “Mmm I know,” he sighed, looking down at her breasts, t-shirt still pulled up, cleavage exposed. “Just one more taste.”

  He hefted her higher, sliding her up the silver stainless surface of the fridge and burying his face between her breasts. He hadn’t shaved that day and his stubble pricked her skin as he kissed and sucked and licked her flesh.

  “Beast,” she breathed again, hissing air through her teeth when he turned his head and captured her hard nipple through the material of her bra. She could at least see over his shoulder now, on the lookout for someone who might be coming. But his tongue was wetting the silky material of her bra, her nipple throbbing, sending pulsing waves of pleasure between her legs, and the more he did that, the weaker her will grew.

  “Oh fuck it,” she whispered, arching and offering him more of her breasts, hands running through his wet-short-cropped hair. “Bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me right here.”

  Beast groaned, lifting his head to look at her, eyes pained.

  “Goddamnit, Tilly, don’t tempt me like that.” He sighed, slowly letting her slide down between his big, muscled frame and the cold surface of the fridge.

  Tilly pulled her shirt back down and wondered if he could see the longing in her eyes, the sadness—she wanted to be able to do this, here, wherever and whenever they wanted, in their own home. Other couples could do that. She was sure Frankie walked around Erich’s place naked all the time and they fucked like bunnies on every available surface. But she couldn’t have that with Beast. And she desperately wanted it.

  “I’m going to introduce you to butt plugs tomorrow,” he whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips briefly to hers—a promise of things to come.

  That made Tilly flush with heat as he reached over and took the cream cheese off the counter. He handed it to her and she dipped her finger in again, watching him open the fridge and pull out a carton of milk. This time her taste of cheesecake cream cheese made it to her mouth and she moaned softly at the taste.

  Beast glanced over, the look in his eyes darkening as he watched her lick her finger clean. She knew he was thinking about the afternoon she’d spent with his cock in her mouth—and now, so was she. Tilly glanced down, seeing how wet her clothes were, from rubbing up agai
nst him in his wet trunks, and knew she was going to have to go change before she joined her mother in the living room.

  “Eww! Get a glass,” Tilly said when Beast opened the carton and went to lift it to his lips.

  “Look who’s talking!” He narrowed his gaze, watching her dip her finger back into the cream cheese.

  “I’m going to finish this,” Tilly replied, sticking out her tongue at him.

  Beast sighed, rolled his eyes, and opened the cupboard. He poured himself a big glass of milk while Tilly found a package of bagels near the toaster she could spread the rest of the cream cheese on. She toasted her bagel while Beast leaned against the kitchen island. She felt his gaze on her the whole time, that heavy-lidded but watchful look. Wanting her.

  “What are you looking at?” she asked finally as she brought her toasted bagel and cream cheese over to the island.