Thank fuck.
In the drawer, I find a brand-new box. I tear it open and grab one, ripping it open with my teeth. I watch Julia as she watches me roll it down my cock, keeping my eyes on her as I kneel on the bed, hovering over her once again.
A shudder rolls through my body when her hand wraps around my cock as she strokes it a few times. “Knulla.” I shudder once again. “You keep that up and this will be over before it even starts,” I warn her.
“What does knulla mean?” she asks as she lifts her head to kiss me.
“Fuck,” I whisper against her lips.
“Yes, please,” she says, before sliding her tongue back into my mouth.
I sink into the kiss as I line my cock up with her entrance and then thrust inside. The overwhelming feeling of her walls clamping around my cock has me about to come with the first thrust. I pull myself back and prop myself up on my elbows as I still inside her, allowing her body time to adjust.
“Are you okay?” I ask, feathering kisses along her jaw.
“Mhmm…” She moans as I nip at her earlobe.
Julia lifts her hips and I start to pull out, only to push right back again. I find a quick rhythm that has her crying out with each thrust. I notice the difference between her cries with each rotation of my hips and continue hitting her g-spot. I slip a hand between our sweaty bodies and find her clit. I can feel her pulse behind it. Between that feeling and her walls starting to flutter around my cock, I know she’s close to finding her release. I circle her clit, applying just a little pressure, and feel the moment she lets go. Her body contracts so hard around me that it triggers my own release. I slam my hips against hers one last time as I collapse, my forehead resting against the bed above her shoulder as my lips connect with the skin there.
“You’re going to kill me, sötnos,” I say between large gulps of air as I try and catch my breath.
All too soon, our breathing slows and I slip out of her. I walk over to the bathroom and take care of the condom before I return to the bed. I slide into bed next to her and pull her against my side. She rests her head on my chest and drapes a leg over mine.
Julia turns her head and plants a kiss against the center of my chest. “So, that was a pleasant surprise,” she says, looking up at me with questioning eyes.
“I can’t push you away anymore. I want you too much, Julia,” I tell her honestly.
“I want you, too,” she replies, a huge smile filling her beautiful face.
I pull her up, cupping her face as I connect our lips once more. This kiss is lazy. No need to rush things. We’ve got all night to explore each other, to deepen this connection we’ve been skating around for months now. The one she’s been ready to explore this whole time, but I’ve kept the brakes on. I was such an idiot.
Chapter Eight
Julia
I wake to the sun peeking through the shades and a very hard body pressed against my back. Warm arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight against said hard body. I arch my back, feeling my muscles stretch and the soreness settling into my muscles from last night. Beckett is one hell of a sex god. We stayed up way too late, well into the early hours of this morning, exploring each other’s bodies and learning what the other likes between the sheets. To say we’re compatible is an understatement. That boy—man—knows a thing or two about pleasuring a woman.
“Where do you think you’re going?” his raspy, sleep-filled voice asks as I attempt to slip from his grasp.
“Bathroom,” I tell him, turning to face him. I roll right into him, our lips colliding together as he has me under him in one quick motion. His erection presses against my core and I’m instantly ready for another round. I push against his chest since my bladder is about to explode if I don’t get to the bathroom, like, right now.
“I need up, now,” I state and he lets me up, hearing the urgency in my voice.
“You better come right back, sötnos,” he calls after me as I slip into the bathroom.
I close the door and quickly take care of business. Once finished, I wash my hands and open the door again, but don’t move any further. I stare at my bed, a naked Beckett sprawled out in it. The sheet has drifted down and isn’t doing much to disguise his erection as it hovers low across his hips.
“Are you going to come back to bed or just stand there ogling me all day?” he asks with a smirk.
“I’m enjoying the view quite nicely,” I reply, my tone sassy.
“I think you’d enjoy it better if you came over here.”
“Is that so?” I state. “I was actually thinking that you might want to join me in the shower?”
He doesn’t answer me with words as he tosses the sheet off his body and quickly closes the space between us. He’s standing a hair’s breadth away from me, our breaths mingling as we stand toe to toe, waiting each other out to see who’s going to be the first one to crack. Who will touch who first? Who has the most willpower?
“Sötnos, shower, now,” he says, breaking first as he wraps his arm around my waist and picks me up, then carries me back into the bathroom. He reaches in and turns on the shower after he sets me down onto the floor. Once the water is on and warming up, his lips find the sensitive area of skin just behind my ear that he very quickly learned was one of my weak spots last night.
We break apart long enough for me to pull out some towels for us, and then I follow him into the shower. After stepping under the spray of hot water, I reach for the body wash and pour a generous amount on my loofa to start washing my body.
“Let me do that,” he says, grabbing the sponge from my hands. He works it over my skin, making sure not to miss even a centimeter.
“I’m sorry I don’t have any manly body wash,” I apologize as he pours another generous amount into his palm.
“That’s okay. I don’t mind smelling like you today.” He leans in and kisses me hard. I back up against the tile wall and watch as he lathers up his rock-hard body. The man has abs for days. Once he’s washed off, I stand back under the spray and grab my shampoo to lather my hair up. Beckett follows suit, once again having to use my girly products, and once again, it doesn’t appear to bother him.
With both of us done with washing up, I expect for him to reach back and turn the water off, so I’m caught off guard when he backs me against the tile wall and pins me with his body. His erection is hard and pulsing between us. I circle a finger around the swollen tip, swiping at the precum that was leaking out.
“Fuck!” he grits out. “I need to fuck you, sötnos, but we don’t have a condom in here.”
“I’m clean and have an IUD, if you’re okay without one,” I tell him quickly. I’ve never told a partner that. I’ve never felt like I was ready for something like that with anyone, but something just feels right in this moment.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “I’ve never—”
I cut his words off with a kiss, then break our connection and drop to my knees. With his back blocking most of the water from hitting me, I quickly take his cock into my mouth. I lick around the crown, before sucking him in until he hits the back of my throat. He’s large, so I can’t fit him all the way in and my gag reflex is way too sensitive to try and deep throat him.
I tease him for a few more minutes, only letting up when he reaches down and pulls me up by my armpits. “I need inside you right now,” he states and then hefts me up.
With my back pinned to the wall and my legs wrapped around his waist, I can feel his cock against my entrance. I shimmy my hips just right and groan as I slide down his length. He fills me to the hilt. At this new angle, it feels like he’s hitting a new depth I never knew was even remotely possible.
“Knulla, you feel so fucking good, sötnos,” he says against my lips before sealing his over mine.
I can’t answer, because he’s got my mouth preoccupied and also because I can’t even think at the moment, my body is so high from all the sex we’ve been having in the past twelve hours.
The slight pa
in from being pinned against the tile wall is outshined by the pleasure starting to roll through my body. Beckett thrusts his hips up in a quick pace as his arms lift my body up and down the length of his glorious cock. If I die today, I will do so having had the pleasure of experiencing the best sex of my life with this man. He is a fucking rock star between the sheets—and in the shower.
“Come for me, älskling, I need to feel you come on my bare cock,” he grits out between thrusts. The reminder that he’s inside of me bare has my body convulsing around him and practically coming on command. I’ve never been one to easily reach orgasm, especially from intercourse alone. But that’s all been proven wrong by him. Each time, he’s easily brought me to that glorious place, drawing out multiple orgasms a few times.
“I’m coming!” I shout into his ear as I convulse around his cock. I can feel how tight my walls contract around him and feel the first spasms as he loses himself inside me.
“Fuck!” he roars, this time in English. “Your pussy is mine.”
He slams his lips to mine and kisses me with every bit of energy he has coursing through his body. I know we’re both going to crash at some point as we come off our orgasm highs from last night and this morning. Thankfully, we both have the next few days off, and can hopefully enjoy each other’s company over that time, and for as much of it as we can possibly get away with.
“You get that? It. Is. Mine,” he says again, punctuating each word with a kiss and one final thrust of his hips. The tip of his cock hits my g-spot just right, causing a small orgasm to trigger.
“Y-Yes.” I shudder as the endorphins roll through me, making my body relax into him. If he didn’t have me pinned, I’d be a noodle on the floor right now. “So possessive,” I tease, once we’ve both caught our breaths. He slips out of me and slowly lowers me to the floor.
“You ok?” he asks tenderly.
“Perfect,” I tell him, kissing his cheek before sliding past him and out of the shower. I wrap my hair up first, and then dry off and wrap a towel around my body. I watch in the reflection of the mirror as he dries off and wraps the towel around his trim waist. His abs are a true work of art.
“Quit staring or we won’t make it to getting dressed today,” he growls from behind me as he steps up and wraps his hands around my hips, pulling me against his hard body.
“And you have somewhere better to be?” I ask sassily.
My question has him bursting out in a deep belly laugh. “No, sötnos. Right here is where I want to be, but I don’t want to hurt you. Not everything has to be about sex.”
I turn in his arms, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him down to me. “I quite enjoy the sex, you’re very good at it,” I whisper against his lips, before kissing him.
“It’s all you,” he says, breaking the kiss. “You bring out this primal, alpha male in me. All I want to do is devour you.” He kisses the corner of my lips. “Pleasure you.” He kisses the other corner. “Spread you out and feast on you.” He kisses my neck, just below my ear and I squirm in his embrace. “I don’t know why I resisted you for so long, but that’s not happening again.”
“Mhmmm…” I moan as he sucks on my neck. “So, you’ll come home with me today. Tell my parents we’re together?” I ask, and he stiffens slightly in my arms.
“Do you think that’s the best decision, sötnos?” he asks.
“I think we need to just rip the Band-Aid off and tell him. He’s not going to care like you think he is.”
“But what if he hates the idea so much that he benches me, or worse off, has me traded?” he asks, the worry evident in his expression.
“I promise you that my dad isn’t like that. He might have tried to scare off my first boyfriend in high school, but he isn’t the overprotective, you can’t date my daughter because no one is good enough for her, kind of guy. My parents have always been the type to allow me to make my own decisions on who I date. You’ll be surprised at how cool and laid back they are once you get to know them better,” I assure him.
“If you say so,” he says as his phone starts to ring from my room.
“That’s my sisters,” he says, letting go of me and heading for the bedroom.
“Feel free to answer it, I don’t mind,” I call out after him as I head for my closet to get dressed.
“Beckett!” I hear a couple of voices fill the room. I turn and realize he’s holding his phone up in front of him as he looks at the screen. He’s tossed on his t-shirt and shorts from last night as he sits on the edge of my bed, a smile filling his gorgeous face.
“Alice, Bea, how are things today?” he greets his sisters. I’m a little surprised they’re speaking in English; I’d kinda expected for them to talk in Swedish.
“Good, but where are you? That definitely isn’t your bedroom,” one of them states.
“Beckett!” the other screeches. “Are you at a girl’s house?”
He laughs at his sisters as he looks up and over at me. He beckons me to come over to him. I’ve pulled on some jeans and a sweater, but still have my hair wrapped up on the top of my head. I pull the towel off and finger comb my hair quickly as I walk towards him. If I want him to come home with me as my boyfriend, I guess I have to be willing to meet his family, even if that is via FaceTime.
“No, I’m not at my place. But I am somewhere special,” he answers his sisters. “I’d like to introduce the two of you to someone.” He reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me into his lap, then adjusts the phone so we’re both in the camera’s view. “Alice and Bea, meet Julia. Julia, these are my pain-in-the-ass, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world, older sisters.”
“Hi,” I say, waving at them. They are both beautiful, and I can see the family resemblance right away.
“You’re gorgeous,” one of them says, causing me to blush slightly.
“Thank you, I’d say the same to both of you.”
“So, where did the two of you meet? How long have you been together? Tell us everything!” one of them says.
I turn to Beckett and whisper, “Who is who?”
“The one on the left is Bea,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Aww…look at them, Bea. They’re whispering sweet nothings to each other,” Alice says, and Beckett laughs.
“To answer your questions, we first met right after I got to Indianapolis. Julia’s dad is my coach, and she came in and checked out my knee when I tweaked it during a practice while the team’s PT was on vacation. We’ve hung out a handful of times since. I’ve resisted her until now. Stupid, I know, but with my position on the team, I was worried about dating the coach’s daughter,” he tells his sisters.
“He was a tough egg to crack,” I tell them. “I’ve been wearing him down and he finally cracked.” I plant a kiss on his cheek. “So, we’ve really only ‘been together’”—I look down at my watch—“since, oh, maybe fifteen hours or so ago.”
“Oh!” Alice looks shocked. “We didn’t interrupt anything, did we?” she says, bouncing her eyebrows.
“No!” Beckett says on a barked-out laugh. “I have more class than to answer the phone during intimate times.”
“Aww, Alice, our baby brother is growing up,” Bea says, obviously teasing Beckett.
“Okay, enough about the two of us. What is going on there?” Beckett asks his sisters, trying to change the subject.
“Mom is cooking away. Everyone is slowly arriving and gathering in the living room. Did you want to say hello to everyone?” Bea asks him.
“Yeah, that’d be great,” he says, tightening his arm around my waist.
Bea grabs the iPad they’re using and walks out of the room and down the hall, entering the kitchen first. We talk to his mom, who’s just the sweetest person ever. She was very excited to see he’s dating and not just focusing on hockey. We move on to his dad, grandparents, a handful of aunts, uncles, cousins, his brother-in-law, as well as Bea’s boyfriend over the next forty or so minutes.
“It was lovely
to meet all of you,” I tell his sisters and mother, who have all come together to say goodbye before we close out the call.
“Same, and please don’t be a stranger. We’d love to get to talk to you again soon,” his mom says.
“I’ll do my best,” I promise. “Have a great Christmas.”
I head into the bathroom to finally do my hair for the day, leaving the conversation so Beckett can have a few minutes with his mom without me in the middle. When I come back out twenty minutes or so later, Beckett is off the phone and rummaging around in my kitchen.
“You hungry?”
“Starving. Someone wore me out last night,” he says, winking at me over his shoulder.
“I think someone wore me out last night,” I correct him, then look at the time. “Want to go out to brunch? We’ve kind of skipped breakfast.”
“We could do that. I need to swing by my place to change into clean clothes. Maybe grab a bag, in case I stay here again tonight?”
“I’d like that,” I tell him, walking into his open arms and pushing up on my toes to kiss his lips. His hand comes to rest on my lower back and pulls me in close. My phone rings, interrupting us, so I step back and go find it, plugged in on the end table where I left it last night.
“Hi, Mom,” I say, answering the call.
“Good morning, what’s your plan for today?” she asks.
“I’m getting ready to go to brunch and then I planned on coming over. What are you doing?”
“Oh, that sounds fun. You and Jill going?”
“Nope,” I answer, popping the P. “Beckett and I are.” I hold my breath slightly as I wait for her response.
“Oh! Tell me more!” she says excitedly.
“I’ll tell you more later,” I say, a smile filling my face.
“Sounds good, and I’m glad to hear you happy.”
“Thanks, Mom. We’ll see you guys later. Don’t say anything to Dad. I want to be the one to tell him. Beckett is a little nervous because of their working relationship.”
“You tell him Dad will be just fine. And if he tries to do anything, he’ll have to answer to me,” Mom states. I flipped on speaker phone, so Beckett heard my mom’s words and his eyes grow wide.
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