Taming the Ice: #13 Beckett Storm

Chapter 30

(Elodie)

"Beckett, you can't be serious." I laughed nervously while looking towards him and sitting up in bed.

I was honestly so taken aback by what he said, that I thought it had to be some type of joke.

Beckett just casually turned away from me before walking to the corner of my room, pulling the desk chair out, and plopping down, like he owned the damn place.

"I'm always serious." His mouth formed the words cooly while he leaned back into the chair. The way he was sitting had me staring for a few moments as he looked like some type of bad boy posing for an edgy photoshoot or something.

Of course the tight black t-shirt and dark wash jeans he was wearing weren't helping.

I tried not to stare at the obvious outline that rested against his leg. The sheer size had my cheeks turning red as I quickly looked away.

I swallowed hard, trying to think of what to do now.

"Beckett, I-I can't do that. Not with you watching." I whispered, feeling flustered as I brushed my long hair away from my face. Was it getting hot in here or was it just me?

"You can and you will." He stated, the smile on his face didn't fool me one bit, it was that dark look in his eyes that let me know he was dead serious.

"B-but Ari! She will hear me!" I rushed, hoping to god that would knock some sense into him.

"Don't act all innocent now Sunshine. She was in the other room when you did it before. Besides, it doesn't matter because Ari left a little over an hour ago."

"She did?! Then how did you get in here?" I felt as my brow furrowed in confusion as Beckett sat back a little more, making it so the shadows covered his sharp features. All but those ice-blue orbs.

Those bore into me, rooting me in place as I felt my heart pick up speed.

He didn't answer my question, or maybe I just didn't see his lips moving but I felt a chill creep up my spine, causing goosebumps to pebble my flesh as we just stared at one another.

If Ari didn't let Beckett in, then does that mean he broke in?

I should be freaking out right now. I should call security and have Beckett escorted out of here and never let him come back. But instead, I felt my fingers grasp at the sheets, clutching them tightly as I felt my body tingling beneath his dangerous gaze.

That's what Beckett was, wasn't he? He was dangerous and I was some naive girl who probably fell into his trap. Why did I trust him though? Why did it feel like Beckett was the first person to ever see me... all of me.

Even at the game earlier, he knew that I was struggling. And that wasn't the first time he was aware of what I was feeling.

I loosened my grasp, letting my hands slide out, pushing my blanket to the side and uncovering the rest of my body.

"What if I say no?" I breathed, unsure if I was even speaking loud enough for him to hear me.

That's when Beckett leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together.

"You won't." He mouthed, causing a shuddering breath to escape me.

"Do you want to know how I know that?" He asked, and I felt my head nodding up and down before I even realized it was.

"Because you want this just as much as I do."

I felt his words seep into me, settling deep down into my stomach as the realization that he was right made hundreds of butterflies flutter through me.

I did want this. I wanted to do things with Beckett that I didn't even know how to do. That was honestly the only thing holding me back. The nervousness and anxiety of doing something wrong or embarrassing myself.

But what scared me even more was what would happen after I did this. Beckett says I want this just as much as him, but how much does he want this? Because I'm afraid things have shifted.

"So you want that too? I mean, to see me do that?" I asked, glancing down at my lap and not even looking to see his response. God, I'm such a freaking coward.

That's when I felt his warm hand slip beneath my chin, lifting my head once more so I was now peering up at him.

"Yes Elodie, I want that." His lips moved smoothly, the words he spoke making my heart leap into my throat as he slowly lowered his hand, following the curve of my neck before pushing back.

"Lie down." He instructed, causing me to do as he said as I let him guide me to the mattress. "Good girl." He praised, making me bristle beneath his gaze as I bit my lip nervously.

That's when he dragged his fingers back up, circling around my throat gently before staring down at me. I could see his eyes darken as he put the tiniest bit of pressure along my neck. The feel of his large hand squeezing me made another one of those mystery sounds rumble from my chest as Beckett smirked in response.

"Do you like it when I do this?"

I nodded again, feeling embarrassed by my confession as he lowered down, kissing my lips softly, before pulling back once more.

"So do I." He confessed. "I like feeling the way your pulse throbs against my fingertips."

I felt my thighs squeezing together as I arched my back, liking the feel of Beckett's hand wrapped around my throat.

Is that weird? I also liked it when he bit me before.

"Now I'm going to sit back down over there, Sunshine, and that's when you are going to start your little show for me, okay?" Beckett instructed, pulling his hand free from my neck before dragging it back up. I could feel his thumb brush along my bottom lip, making my mouth part slightly as he bent down once more kissing me deeply.

This one wasn't a small peck like the others. I felt his tongue plunged between my lips, roaming my mouth as he began to explore every single inch of me.

His hand slid into the back of my hair, grasping me tightly as he pressed his mouth roughly to mine. The sheer impact made me think they would bruise tomorrow as he continued to devour me. That's when I tasted the blood, making me realize he must've tore his lip in the process as he continued to suck and lick me savagely.

I felt his chest rumble, letting me know he was speaking but there was obviously no way I could see it. By the time he pulled away, we were both left panting heavily, making my eyes widen as I saw his lips and chin were now painted red. He slipped his tongue out, licking it clean before bending and doing the same to me.

I was frozen in place, wondering what the hell we were even doing right now as he finally pulled back and walked over to the chair. Shouldn't I be grossed the hell out? Why was I even more turned on now than I was before? Oh god, I think Beckett's turning me into a freak.

It took me a few seconds to recover, but by the time I did, I realized it was time for something else to begin.

I had a show to put on.

I lifted my head, peering over at Beckett as I saw him sitting in that dark corner once again. This time he didn't say anything, he was just watching and waiting. His posture almost preditorial as those eyes threatened to swallow me whole.

That's when I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the most vulnerable moment of my life as I slowly began.

I laid back on the bed, letting my head hit the pillow as I closed my eyes. The only way I was going to be able to do this was if I didn't look at him. I might chicken out if I did.

I lifted my trembling hand, placing it over my breast first before dragging it down my body. I could feel my breathing deepen as those naughty thoughts begin to fill my mind.

All of them being about Beckett.

Some were about the things we have already done, and others... those other thoughts were things I wanted to do.

I slid my palm flat over my abdomen, feeling my soft skin as I slipped past my navel, heading straight for my panties.

I could feel my heart pick up speed, the knowledge that Beckett was somewhere in this room watching me was very present as I lifted my knees, hesitating for a moment before finally parting them. That's when I slid my hand into my panties, finding my soaking wet core.

My fingertips grazed against my clit, causing my hips to rise off of the bed, making me moan out as I started to rub up and down my wet slit.

I knew the sounds I was making had to be pretty loud just by the way my chest was vibrating. Images of Beckett flooded my mind as I slowly slipped a finger inside of myself, pumping back and forth.

"Beckett." I gasped, at least I think I did. I didn't know what was real or fantasy at this moment. I dragged my palm back up, circling my clit over and over again. I could feel that pressure inside of me building, tightening like a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment as I took a deep shuddering breath.

Then I felt him, I felt the bed dip beside me just as Beckett's hand slipped right over mine. His fingers slid into my p***y, pumping in and out of me as my head fell back with a scream.

I completely came undone, my orgasm crashing into me as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. The feel of Beckett's hand on my chin had my eyes fluttering open as I was met with those intense blue orbs peering down into me. The intensity of them had me falling over that ledge all over again as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of me.

I tried to push his hand away, the amount of pleasure that came with it was almost too much to bear as he picked up speed, making me legs tremble uncontrollably as the pleasure felt like it would never end.

That's when Beckett crashed his lips to mine, his hand circled my neck once more as he continued fingering me relentlessly until I felt tears spilling down my cheeks as he pulled yet another orgasm out of me.

Then he stopped.

I could feel his chest fall on top of me as it rose and fell heavily. His fingers were still inside of me before he slowly pulled them out and fixed my panties.

I stared up at him in shock, watching as he lifted his hand and brought it to his lips, sucking on those two fingers he just had inside of me as those blue eyes remained glued to mine.

Beckett didn't stop there though. He then proceeded to lift my own hand, bringing it to his lips before opening up and sucking on the same fingers that had just been inside of my p***y.

All I could do was try and catch my breath as he gently bit down on my flesh. The action somewhat playful before pulling my fingers free and smirking down at me.

"No more telling people our secrets. Got it Sunshine?" I read from Beckett's lips, making me nod up and down as I tried to pull myself back to earth.

"Now scoot over." He ordered, leaving me confused even though I did what he said and scooted over in the bed.

That's when Beckett climbed in and wrapped his arms around my waist, tugging me close to him so my back was flush against his chest.

"Are you staying-"

Before I could even finish, Beckett placed his hand over my mouth, shutting me up, and proceeding to stroke my hair like I was some type of pet or something.

Sadly though it felt damn good, and before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep in a matter of seconds.

Damn him and those magical hands.