demanded.
Her body bucked under him, legs wrapping around his thighs, nails dragging deep up his back and he bowed away from a pain that felt fucking good and went at her harder.
“Beck!” she yelped, jolting now, nails digging into his scalp, “Yes. Yes, honey. Don’t stop,” she panted, still coming.
He kept at her and he kept at her, and he kept doing it until the straining arch of her pressing into his torso felt desperate, her head was so far back, all he had was her throat, and he’d lost her noises.
Only then did he stop at her clit, bury himself inside and sink his teeth into the flesh at the side of her tit, exploding, coming apart, shooting deep into Janna.
Christ, unbelievable.
Fucking amazing.
But yeah.
Unbelievable.
Her fingers were sifting through his hair when he came down.
He licked at his mark before he moved up.
Her pretty face was satisfied, triumphant as she stroked his cheek and along his jaw with the backs of her fingers.
He disregarded the triumphant.
And the satisfied.
And focused on something else.
“Think you got something to share,” he remarked, his voice lower, rougher, his balls drained, his cock spent, and that was magnificent.
This shit still wasn’t right.
“What?” she purred.
The woman, his woman, his bashful, prissy Janna who’d ignored his balls and put on pajamas, got timid and wouldn’t meet his eyes even after he’d eaten her out straight to an orgasm while fucking her ass with a finger . . . purred.
“Seems you’ve had some practice, and not on me.”
She blinked.
“Think you might wanna share how all of a sudden you give really great head?” he asked.
How he did wasn’t nice.
But it was honest.
“I-I’m,” she stammered in apparent disbelief, “I’m not stepping out on you, Beck.”
“We fuck ungloved. You are,” he did a one-shouldered shrug, “we’re not exclusive. I still gotta know.”
“We’re not exclusive?”
“You’re the only woman I go at. But not sure with what just happened that I got that comin’ back to me. You said you had to work today. Make up for a day of lost production. You at work today, Janna?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He stared at her, still semi-hard inside her, trying to deny the way he was feeling.
Torn up.
Raw inside.
A woman did not give mildly enjoyable head one day and become an expert the next.
He handled her so carefully, he hadn’t even offered training.
And it went without saying, his last woman not only informed on his club right under his nose but fell in love with another guy. He’d pushed her to that, it still happened.
And maybe he pushed Janna to the same kind of thing.
So yeah.
This shit was not right.
“Not bein’ a dick, but I think we both know suckin’ me off was not your strong suit.”
Her eyes slid away.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Her eyes slid back, and she said swiftly, “I talked with Dryden.”
Say what?
“Who the fuck is Dryden?”
“He’s our lead in the movie we’re doing. He . . . he and Shaughnessy, she’s the female lead,” she explained. “Well, everyone is buzzing about it on the set. They’re so getting together. They have like, crazy good chemistry. It’s like, when they’re in a scene, whatever that scene is, unless Re . . . that is, Tally calls cut or something, it’s just them.”
Beck stared at her and said nothing.
“So today was a . . . Tally’s on leave and Meryl’s directing and she’s not as good as Tally, but now it doesn’t matter because Shaughnessy and Dryden are in a groove and they filmed, uh . . . today they filmed an, um . . . blowjob scene.”
Well, shit.
Beck relaxed into her.
“I watched,” she whispered.
“Right,” he whispered back.
“I don’t normally watch,” she told him something he could have guessed.
“Right,” he repeated.
“And then I . . . well, it was awkward, but after, I asked Dryden what, I mean, what worked for him.”
“My guess, he was pretty thorough,” Beck remarked.
“Well . . . yeah. But he said the most important thing is that Shaughnessy doesn’t get into her head. It’s just them. Not on a set or anything. Just them. She doesn’t want it to be good for him, even though she does. She doesn’t want it to be good on camera, even though it is. She gets into what they’re doing . . . together. What they both get out of it. Shaughnessy just likes sucking, uh . . . cock. That is, his, uh . . . cock. And he gets the good out of it, but she also gets the good