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  But so help me God…I want it now with this man.

  He knows I’m protected from pregnancy because he’s well aware of the packet of birth control pills that sits out in the open on his bathroom vanity. He even reminds me each morning to take it, but I’ve never failed in that responsibility. I think by the mere fact he’s asking if I trust him must imply he trusts me, but I need to make sure.

  I’m pretty sure that on my sixteenth birthday, my rapists used condoms. That’s a thought that’s always increased my humiliation, because they didn’t wear them out of any concern for me. They did it without knowing I was a virgin, had never had sex before, and just assumed that perhaps I was filthy and would give them something. Let’s face it…I’m pretty sure I gave them that impression.

  I also remember, in my nightmares, which I think are actual memories, the distinctive sound of a rubber snapping off just before he came in my mouth. I didn’t know what that sound was then, but when the doctors found trace lubricant from condoms in my vagina and anus, it pretty much confirmed that they all covered up to protect themselves, not me. In addition, I was tested for every STD known to man, as well as given the morning-after pill as a precaution, and I came away from that experience with filth on my soul but not in my vagina.

  “I’m clean,” I say, my voice rough with emotion of why I can say that. I’ve never been with a man unprotected. Ever, and it’s nice I can give that assurance to Beck.

  “I know,” he says, and while he’s not saying he knows from actual knowledge, he’s saying he knows to trust me. “You have nothing to worry about me. I promise you’re safe.”

  “I know,” I murmur the same words back to him. Same as him, I just know. That means I trust that Beck will not hurt me.

  The effect on Beck is immediate. I feel his dick swell and beat against me. He closes his eyes, he takes in a deep breath, and when he opens them again, he says, “Christ…I want this so bad.”

  My answer is to spread my legs, raise my knees, and cradle him closer into me. I can feel wetness seeping out, my body more than ready to take this to the next level. Beck bends his head, places his mouth against mine, and breathes into me. He rotates his hips, and as if our bodies recognize exactly where they are supposed to be, the head of his cock presses into my opening. Beck thrusts against me gently, pushing in and working out in short, slow movements, and the feeling is exquisite. He feels so much warmer, the heat of his bare skin sliding against mine.

  My pulse fires out of control over the emotion and intimacy of this moment. It’s the first time I’ve taken a man inside of me with absolutely no barriers between our bodies, but more important…with nothing between our souls. We are as naked as we will ever be, bared and stripped to nothing but our basic need for each other.

  “Beck,” I murmur as he pushes in deeper. My legs press in hard against his ribs, I tilt my hips, and try to drag him in further.

  A huge breath gusts out of his mouth, flutters across my face. He rotates his hips…slides deeper into me.

  “Jesus,” he groans almost as if he’s in pain. “Nothing should feel this good, Sela. Do you know how dangerous it is to both of us to feel this good?”

  My arms loop over his shoulders, circle around his neck, and I pull him to me. His chest mashes against my breasts, his cheek touches mine. “No going back now,” I murmur.

  Beck lifts his head…peers down at me with his brow furrowed. His tongue comes out, licks at his lower lip, and with a sharp punch of his hips, he slams all the way in. My neck arches and I suck in breath.

  Oh my God. Holy God.

  I almost burst apart as my pussy melts around him, settles in, and hugs him deep. My heart stutters…seizes up and then almost expands in a sigh of relief.

  Beck stays completely still inside of me. He breathes in deeply, closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them up again, he gives me a sheepish grin. “I’m afraid to move. Afraid I might embarrass myself and blow my load in about two nanoseconds.”

  I giggle. Pretty sure it’s the one and only time in my life I’ve ever done something so girlie. Beck laughs huskily and kisses me hard. He doesn’t move an inch from his waist down but just kisses me deeply with thorough possession. When he pulls away, he tentatively circles his hips, grinding into me.

  “Fuck,” Beck mutters, and drops his forehead to mine again. “Yup…not going to last long.”

  My hands go into his hair and I massage his scalp, incredibly touched and turned on over his reaction to me.

  To the woman that his friend and business partner had made untouchable for so long.

  “Beck?” I tug on his hair, pull his face away from mine.

  He moves reluctantly and looks down at me with that same abashed look. I tilt my hips, clench my internal muscles around his dick, and then rub my thumbs into his scalp.

  “Let go,” I command him softly. “Fuck me hard and come as fast as you want.”

  “Don’t want to leave you behind,” he mutters.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him, relax, and clench my muscles again.

  His jaw locks tight, his eyes go molten, and he pushes his torso up off me. I loosen my hold around his neck and Beck shifts with a grunt as his hands come to the backs of my thighs. He pushes my legs up, spreads them wide, and then uses leverage against them to pull his hips back and slam forward again.

  I’m amazed at the pure pleasure that morphs his face from a man who’s infinitely gorgeous to a creature who takes my breath away. So goddamned beautiful.

  “Hang on,” he says tightly, and then he starts to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.

  He called it right.

  He doesn’t last long, and although I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my entire life, the pleasure for him is too much to bear and he pulls away from me in a race to the finish. He grunts with every thrust, squeezes his eyes shut, and then mutters, “I’m sorry, Sela” before he presses in deep and releases hot within me.

  Beck’s body visibly shudders, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tightening in ecstasy, and then he throws his head back with a long groan of relief.

  And it is without a doubt the most sensually beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I watch him in fascination, for the first time understanding just how stunning this experience is to me. I want to freeze this moment, the way he looks right now, and commit it to the forefront of my eternal memory.

  Beck opens his eyes, stares directly at me, and lets out a huff of breath. Then his eyes narrow as his teeth bite down on his lower lip. Resolve, lust, and determination in such infinite measure burn straight through me.

  “Your turn now,” he says, and quickly pulls out of me. He scrambles backward, spreads my legs, and flops to the mattress. In one fluid move, his face drops and his mouth latches on to my pussy. His tongue presses against my clit and he licks at me roughly.

  My hands slap in surprised pleasure to the sides of his head, and while I feel his semen leaking out of me, Beck proceeds to bring me to a massively quick and powerful orgasm that has me screaming out his name.

  Chapter 18

  Beck

  Oh man…could she be any more adorable right at this moment?

  And sexy?

  Yes, Sela with her hands buried deep in a turkey’s ass is a complete turn-on to me. This is so because she has no idea what she’s doing but she’s dedicated to the mission. Her brows are furrowed as she leans to the side of the turkey roaster and peers down at her smartphone that’s sitting on the counter, checking the instructions for about the fifth time. Her tongue sticks out the side of her mouth as she contemplates the instructions versus her actions.

  Her gaze goes from phone to turkey, back again to the phone. She continues pushing stuffing into the cavity with precise effort.

  Her dedication to the job reminds me of last night and the filthy things we did.

  Utterly fucking filthy.

  While fucking Sela without barriers has now become possibl
y my favorite thing in the world to do, I changed it up on her last night as we made our way into bed. It had been a long day and we were tired. We had cleaned the condo and went grocery shopping for our Thanksgiving Day meal. Sela spent most of the early evening planning everything out, pulling up instructions, and setting out ingredients in tiny clusters all over the kitchen. She insisted on making the pies last night while I watched TV, and finally I had to pull her out of the kitchen when she suggested perhaps peeling the potatoes before going to bed. I’d waited enough for her and was horny as hell.

  Plus…I had bought some toys and I wanted to experiment.

  I pulled Sela into our bedroom and told her to get undressed. She did so without question and crawled onto the bed while I went into the bathroom and retrieved my bag of goodies from underneath the sink. I unceremoniously dumped them onto the mattress beside her and told her to take her pick.

  She eyeballed them suspiciously, running her finger over the nine-inch dildo, the butterfly vibrator, the bottle of lube, and finally the small butt plug I thought to start her with at some point. Her eyes slid to mine as her hand rested on the vibrator.

  “That your choice?” I asked in a husky voice.

  She nodded and picked it up, handing it to me.

  I shook my head and backed away from the bed. “Use it.”

  “To do what?” she asked innocently, and that made me want to jump on her and kiss her with joyous abandon that she could still be that naïve with me.

  “To get yourself off,” I said as I lowered myself into an armchair in the corner of the room. My dick was already hard and I rubbed it through the material of my khaki cargos.

  Sela sucked in a lungful of air and let it out slowly. “While you watch?”

  “Oh yeah,” I told her with a sly grin. “I’m going to watch.”

  And what a show she put on for me. There was only a slight hesitation as she twisted the base of the vibrator and let it hum in her hand. It was bright pink with a three-inch thin appendage with a flared head, and a soft rubber butterfly at the base.

  Her eyes raised to mine and she gave me a game smile. Then she put that wicked thing between her legs, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration, exactly the way it is now as she stuffs the turkey. Sela worked herself slowly, making tiny moans and circling her hips. She pressed the vibrator deep into her pussy, pressed the butterfly to her clit, and mewed like a starved kitten. Even though I swore to myself I’d only watch, it didn’t take thirty seconds before I had my cock out and started stroking it.

  It took her a while to come, and that inflated my ego that I can get her off faster. But it was beautiful and sublime, and by the time she’d reached her climax, I was strangling the base of my dick so I wouldn’t unload in my hand.

  I stood up from the chair, intent on walking to the bed, pulling my pants down just past my hips, and fucking her fast. But she held her hand up and stopped me. Grabbing the lube, which was strawberry flavored, she motioned to the bed and said, “Lie down.”

  So I did.

  She squirted sweet-smelling liquid on me that coated my cock, ran over my balls in warm streams, and dribbled down the crack of my ass. It progressively got hotter as she jacked my cock for a while, and then sucked me deep into her mouth. With my eyes shut and my fingers clutching the bedspread as if my life depended on it, Sela worked me with her mouth and groaned out her own approval of the experience.

  And then she got filthy with me.

  With my dick stroking her tonsils and her one hand twisting me at the base, Sela snuck her other hand in between my legs, and with swift precision pressed a finger into my ass. My eyes flew open and my hips flew off the bed, causing her finger to sink deeper.

  My head snapped up and I practically glared down at her, never having had a woman have the sexual proclivity to do that to me. I didn’t feel violated, but I felt invaded.

  She pulled her mouth off my cock, grinned at me slyly, and crooked her finger inside my body. She pressed in, stroked something that caused fire to shoot through my balls, and I shouted her name in a crazy, strangled cry of need.

  Sela laughed in that sexy, smoky voice and pulled her finger back.

  Pushed it back in.

  Curled that finger and pressed again.

  My cock jumped in her hand, and an orgasm started to bubble.

  “What the fuck?” I asked her in amazement. “Where did you learn to do that, dirty girl?”

  “I read about it in a book,” she said impishly, her finger going still within me. “It’s supposed to make you come really hard. Want me to stop?”

  “Fuck no,” I groaned in abandon, and then I told her, “but get your mouth back on me.”

  So she did. She sucked me in deep, fucked my ass with her finger, and within about thirty seconds I came harder than I ever have in my life before. I seriously almost passed the fuck out, and even as I was still squirting in her mouth, I wondered when she’d do it to me again.

  It seemed my Sela was getting brave and adventurous, and I realized that she and I wouldn’t have any boundaries that couldn’t be crossed.

  Sela continues to stuff the turkey and I reach down and adjust my stiff dick to the side of my zipper, my balls tingling from the memory of last night. I try to put that out of my head because I know she’s stressed about not only getting the meal ready, but Caroline and Ally coming to visit. They should be here in a few hours and Sela’s been fretting with nervousness.

  “Need any help?” I ask as I walk up behind her. I take her by the hips, lean in, and kiss the back of her head.

  “No,” she says, her voice tight with tension. “I just need to get this in the oven and…fuck!”

  “What?” I ask, pulling away from her as she pulls her hands out of the stuffed turkey.

  “I forgot to preheat the oven,” she mutters with a defeated sigh, holding her hands up and away, coated with butter and gooey stuffing.

  “Relax, baby,” I say as I turn to the double-oven unit built in beside the gas-top stove. “What’s it need to be set to?”

  Sela leans over, checks the instructions on her phone, and says, “Three twenty-five.”

  I turn the knob, listening to the clicking of the gas pilot, and then the subtle whoosh as it catches. I then set the temperature.

  When I turn back to Sela, she stares at me with utter worry on that beautiful face. I smile at her as I put my hands back on her hips. “Relax. It’s going to all be fine. What else do you need help with?”

  She pulls away from me, rests her hands on the handles of the roaster, and drops her head. With a deep sigh she whispers, “I don’t want to screw anything up.”

  My arms go around her waist and I step into her back. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I assure her, “You aren’t going to screw anything up. And if you do, everyone will find it to be utterly charming and then we’ll go out to dinner somewhere.”

  “Beck,” she growls with frustration, and tries to shrug out of my grip. “This is serious. I want your sister to like me.”

  I squeeze her tighter. “Sela…darling…my sister is not going to be won over by the delectability of your turkey. She’s going to judge you solely on the width of my smile, and trust me, your turkey doesn’t make me smile any bigger. Take the pack off and relax.”

  She sighs again and her shoulders sag.

  “You know what you need?” I ask her quietly.

  “What?”

  “You need an orgasm. That will relax you.”

  “I totally don’t need that,” she says, and tries to pull away from me, but she has nowhere to go. The counter prevents her flight. “I don’t have time for that.”

  “You’ve got at least ten minutes before that oven gets hot enough,” I argue as my hands drop to the button of her jeans. I pop it and tug her zipper down. “Plenty of time.”

  “Beck,” she admonishes me weakly, but then my hand is diving into her panties and my fingers press against her clit. She sighs and murmurs my name
again, this time in capitulation.

  “Just hang on to that turkey, baby. I’ll have you feeling better in no time.”

  —

  The doorbell rings and Sela slams the oven door shut. She’d just basted the turkey and I have to say…it looks fucking fantastic. Smells even better. Her face is slightly flushed and her eyes are bright with a combination of excitement and nerves. She smooths her hands down over the dark gray wool skirt she put on. She paired it with black tights, a black turtleneck, and a pair of shiny black loafers. Her hair is tied at the back of her neck in a sleek ponytail and she looks like a young prep school girl. It’s really hot, actually.

  “How do I look?” she asks breathlessly.

  My eyes slide down and then up again. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Her cheeks redden and her eyes lower shyly as her lips tip upward. Fucking even more beautiful.

  Before I can embarrass her further, I turn and walk into the foyer. I unlock the door and pull it open.

  A tiny blond-haired, brown-eyed dynamo slams into my legs, arms wrapping around tight. “Uncle Beck.”

  I reach down, pick Ally up, and give her a quick hug before sitting her on my hip. Caroline steps over the threshold and I hold my free arm out. She steps into a tight hug, her arms going around my waist.

  “Hey, sis,” I say as I press a kiss on her hair, the same color as mine. She pulls back and grins up at me with blue eyes that also match mine.

  “Oh, you look great. A sight for our sore eyes,” she gushes, patting me hard on my lower back. Her gaze slides past my shoulder and her smile gets brighter. She pulls away and steps past me. I turn to follow and watch as she walks up to Sela, who’s standing there with her hands clutched in nervousness before her.

  “And you must be Sela,” Caroline says in wide-eyed wonder. She steps forward, and Sela hesitantly extends her hand. Caroline ignores it and wraps Sela up in a hug. “Oh my God…Beck emailed me a picture of you but it didn’t do you justice.”