Arianne Belloni’s food can be summarized in two words—holy delicious. It was out-of-this-world amazing. When I was in Europe, Italy was my guilty indulgence and our dinner transported me right back to a place I love. Every bite was succulent. In fact, the whole Belloni experience is irr eproachable—including the charming, dashing, sexy host. Once my belly was so full, I couldn’t breathe, Beckett thought of an ingenious way to burn calories. I couldn’t stop oohing and aahing as Beckett and I trailed the hallways of his majestic mansion. His abode is so big, the tour was like a workout. If he wasn’t holding my hand, I swear I would’ve gotten lost. It’s good to be Beckett Christensen. We kicked off the evening in his restaurant-like kitchen and then discovered the rest of his big ass pad. His Manhattan Beach mansion is like a little oasis, complete with home office and gym in a s eparate wing. The mini home recording-studio is badass. Ditto for the home theater. The wine cellar would be the envy of many restaurants around the world. And then there are the upper floors. Beckett’s modern bedroom is huge, easily the size of my sublet. The spectacular ocean view from the upper deck that opens from his bedroom is breathtaking. The bathrooms are like a succession of high-end spas. And a few of them have steam rooms. I could totally lose myself in one of those bathrooms for days without any hope of ever emerging. A stellar home wouldn’t be complete without recherché artwork on the walls. Beckett has that covered. The man knows how to live large. Now, we’re back in the main living room, lounging like pashas on his extra-large L-shaped dark-gray couch. He greeted me at the door earlier looking like he jumped out of the pages of Strut magazine. He’s long lost the expensive black Italian shoes and he’s now barefoot. The stylish black shirt and dark wash jeans remain. This guy is my boyfriend. I was steadfast in my resolve to ke ep men at bay. I stopped believing because I couldn’t open myself up enough to trust. My fortress was shut tight. Then, a serendipitous encounter in an elevator turns out to be one of the most fortuitous events of my life. Not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined anything this amazing. Arianne and Beckett. Un-freaking-believable. Since this relationship status is brand new, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. I gaze into his eyes and bring a hand up to his face and stroke his jaw, dusted with a smoking-hot 5 o’clock shadow. “Thanks for an unforgettable first date,” I say. “Thanks for making it unforgettable.” He taps the tip of my nose with his finger. “Do you want dessert?” “Is it okay if we wait a bit?” “Sure,” he says. “Just say the word when you’re ready.” “I will.” “You look good in my t-shirt, by the way.” There’s humor dancing in his eyes, but he doesn’t let the smile
form on his lips. “I kinda like wearing your t-shirt.” I pull on it. “You’ll look even better without it on,” he says. A wave of heat washes over me, coating my skin and engulfing me whole. “Who says you’ll get to see me without it on?” “Weren’t you going to negotiate with your client for more discretionary income to buy expensive booze?” He narrows his gaze. “How do you think those negotiations are going to happen without a little skin-on-skin action?” I furrow my brows. “Are you using my words against me?” “I am.” I try not to give him satisfaction by staring, but my eyes waver to his firm chest and the hint of ink flashing back at me. “You like what you see?” “You already know I do.” “Sit on my lap and tell me more.” He robs me of the decision when he reaches out and lifts me off the couch onto his lap. For a second, I can’t think because good God, sitting like this on his cock ignites every cell in my body. It’s a good thing I k ept my panties on or else his jeans would be soaked right now. “Looks like you’re using me for sex. Again.” His words snap me back to the present. I’m gyrating back-and-forth against him like a bitch in heat, unaware my hips are moving of their own volition. It’s like I can’t control myself around him. His eyes flash a dangerous glare, veiled with lust and a hell of a lot of unholy thoughts. I clear my throat. “Can I ask you a question?” He brushes the strand of hair behind my ear. “Of course.” “Since the beginning of our illicit hookup, you’ve always insisted it was about me first—” “And that’s a problem how?” “Hear me out.” “Fair enough.” “After our hot episode in the intelligence room and God knows how many scorching trysts in Germany...” My earlier burst of courage deflates like a balloon without any air. “Finish what you were saying,” Beckett says. “I love how you take care of me with your hands, mouth, and cock, but if...” Another pang of nervousness takes over. “Talk to me, Arianne,” Beckett says. “If I’m your girlfriend, I should be able to return the favor... minus the cock part... because I don’t have one.” He laughs. “Thank God for that because I much prefer pussy—yours to be precise,” he says when he finds his composure. I blush. He tilts his hips up against my hungry pussy. “So, you want to suck my big cock, baby?” “Yes.” It’s ironic someone with such little experience and confidence when it comes to blowjobs would be begging for it. The truth is, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of making him come with my mouth since I saw the intoxicating expression on his face the first time he came inside me on the night of the gala. He leans forward and runs his nose along the side of my neck. “You sure you can handle it?” Absolutely not. “Yes.” “I don’t know if I can be gentle with your beautiful mouth.” “I—I’m okay
with that.” “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” I’m biting off more than I can chew. The old me wouldn’t even have the courage to ask. Since meeting Beckett, it’s like I’ve been walking on the wild side. I lift my chin in defiance. “I’m okay with that.” He considers me for a beat, almost as though he’s giving me a chance to backtrack. I hold his gaze. He takes my hand, placing it against his hard bulge between us, and presses his hips up. “Beg for it.” “I want to suck your cock,” I say in a low voice. “You’re going to have to be a lot more convincing than that, because right now I’m not certain you deserve my cock.” His stubbornness makes me want it even more. Bastard. “Beckett, please, let me suck your cock.” “Much better,” he says, a wolfish grin stretching his lips. “I’m willing to honor your mouth with a river of cum.” The uncompromising ruler emerges. And if my pussy doesn’t tingle with excitement. He rewards me with a slow, provocative kiss, nudging his mighty erection between my legs. I respond with as much fervor, grinding my pussy against his cock. He breaks our embrace. “On your knees.” His firm tone, a d eparture from what just transpired between us. He unbuttons his shirt before removing it altogether I lower myself to the floor, the plush rug acting as a buffer against my knees. “Take my cock out.” I reach for his belt and work the buckle before unzipping his jeans. “Remove them fully.” He lifts his hips. I pull his jeans—and boxer briefs—down his legs before tossing them to the floor. His cock springs to life, more mouth-watering than the last time I cast my eyes on his magnificent length. I move my gaze up to his and wait for his next command. “You’ve done this before?” My stomach twists. “Not well.” “It’s not going to take much for you to get the hang of it.” “Okay.” “First thing first, use your tongue to explore my length. When you’re ready, wrap your beautiful lips around my cock and let nature take over. I’m in no rush.” I nod. “Okay.” “When I think you’re ready, I’ll fuck your mouth, but until then, you control the pace.” “I hope I don’t suck at this.” “Sucking is a good thing... as long as you’re sucking my cock, that is.” I’m sure he’s lightening the mood by making a joke, but I don’t crack a smile. I was full of sass a minute ago, but in reality, I’m clueless. I’d never given Chance a real blowjob. I grab Beckett’s hands in mine and place them on either side of my head. “Show me how you like it.” Beckett blinks. “That way I won’t screw up,” I say. “We talked about this. You suck. I come. I can assure you, having your mouth on me is enough.”
“I want to be amazing at it... for you.” “Let go of my hands, Arianne.” Dread washes over me and I firm my grip over his hands. “I said, let go.” I shake my head. “You asked me to show you how I like it,” he says. I lower my hands. Beckett grips the thick base of his cock with one hand and grabs my hand with the other. “Let’s do this together,” he says “Okay.” I’m a ball of nerves. “Stick your tongue out and explore me,” he says. I squash my insecurities and go for it. I run my tongue up and down the length of his cock. I taste every inch of him with my tongue, lips, and teeth. He growls. The saltiness assaults my taste buds, but it doesn’t take long for me to get used to his taste. Based on his low groans, I’m not the only one enjoying this. “Look at that greedy little tongue.” Pride washes over me. I can do this. I double my effort. I lick along his length in a slow languorous tempo before focusing my attention to his head. I swirl my tongue around it. Feeling greedy, I close my lips in a tight vice, sucking the engorged head. A series of curses falls from his lips. I move lower, licking his balls. More curses. Brimming with courage, I take one of his balls between my lips and suck the whole thing into my mouth. Oh wow. I close my eyes as I relish the sensation. “Jesus Christ,” Beckett says. “Do that again.” I obey. “Goddammit,” Beckett says. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” I do a triumph lap in my head. I lick my way back to his tip, my tongue dancing over his cock with gleeful pleasure. Even though I’m on my knees, I feel empowered every time he growls. “You’re ready for the next level,” he says. My eyes fly open, lifting up to his. The validation means so much. “I need your mouth around my cock.” His voice is like gravel. “Okay.” He positions his cock like an offering, and I take him in my mouth, placing my hands on his thighs. He thrusts his cock de ep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes tearing a little. “You’re okay?” I’ve come too far to back down now. I nod with his cock still trapped between my lips. “We’re going to take it nice and slow at first,” he says. I nod again. “Work your warm mouth up and down my cock. It’s that simple.” And I do. The more I suck him, the more my arousal ratchets. Beckett grabs my hair and wraps it around his fist, clearing my view, and making it much easier for me to give him pleasure. “Take me all the way, you dirty, filthy girl.” My God, this is hot. I do as I’m told. Up and down. Up and down. I can’t get enough of his taste. Ditto for the sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips. He pulls my hair hard, as if he wants me to stop. I latch onto his cock, unwilling to let go. Determination fuels me as I take in a few more inches of his impressive cock. In my overzealousness, his cock hits the back of my throat with force. This time, I gag so much, I’m certain I’m going to throw up, but it’s not enough to deter me from my mission. “Baby, stop.” Goddamnit, he’s going to come inside my mouth if it’s the last thing he does.
Like a stubborn mule, I go at it with more fervor. “Oh, fuck.” He’s no longer asking me to stop. “You want my cum?” I nod again before swirling my tongue around his shaft. “You’re going to get it.” No sooner the warning leaves his mouth than he presses my head, leaving me no choice but to take him fully. My God. Beckett rocks his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth de eper. I don’t gag when he hits the back of my throat for the third time. This is so raw, so lewd, and so incredibly hot. Sharp inhalations accelerate as my eyes water and my chest heaves with the filthy thrill of it all. Up and down. Up and down. I close my hands around his balls and squeeze them with care. He clamps a hand at the back of my head and tilts his hips up. “Fuck, baby. Yeah. Suck me.” I answer with a whimper. I’m no longer in control. I’m forced to submit to him as he fucks my mouth over and over again like an animal. I should hate the forcefulness of his thrusts, but I don’t. He dictates the cadence. And by God, do I ever love it. “Oh, shit,” he says. “That’s it. Fucking take my cock.” I’m so turned on, I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s a bit tricky, but I manage to ke ep my teary eyes fixed on his gorgeous face as he takes pleasure from my mouth. I slide a hand between my legs in search of relief. His eyes fly open. “I make you come, or you don’t come at all,” he says. I hesitate for a second because I’m desperate. “I mean it, Arianne. The decision is in your hand, pun intended.” His words leave no room for negotiation. I move my hand away. “Good girl,” he says. “I was trying to ease you into it, but since you’re determined to go all the way, finish sucking me off with your filthy mouth.” His words travel all the way to my desperate clit. Damn. I roll my hips side to side, seeking some salvation. “Which part didn’t you understand? I. Make. You. Come.” Like a docile pupil, I behave. I can’t believe the hold this man has on me. I guess he’s pleased because he resumes fucking my mouth. The cadence of his thrusts is almost frantic now. I moan into his cock, my whole body rising and falling with every stroke and my saliva dripping off my chin. His breathing grows ragged each time he slams to the back of my throat, but I’m a pro now. I don’t gag. Beckett is relentless. Saliva runs down his cock, down my hand and my arm. “I’m close,” he says. He pumps harder into my mouth. This is so unbelievably hot. The man rocked my world in Germany, but what he’s doing now takes the cake. His hips jerk, and all movement stops. I lift my eyes up as his head lolls back. “Oh, Christ. Your fucking beautiful mouth, Arianne.” Beckett comes, and comes, and comes. A jet of warm cum floods my mouth. He wasn’t kidding about dumping a river of cum in my mouth. I swallow every last drop, even though it’s a struggle. “Good girl,” he says in a low voice. Beckett grips my shoulders, forcing me to tear my mouth away from his cock. He pulls me to my feet and looks intently into my eyes when he says, “I need to feel you come around my cock.”
I lick my lips still coated with his cum. “Oh, okay.” “Let me run upstairs to grab a condom.” He stands up. “If you need to feel me come around your cock, wouldn’t it be more powerful without a condom?” I can’t believe I had the guts to ask that question. His eyebrows hit his forehead. “What are you saying?” “Well...” Don’t be a coward now. “I know what it’s like when you come all over my pussy... I’d love to know what it’s like when you come inside me.” A low, guttural caveman-like noise rumbles from his throat, his eyes flashing with heat.