Hello again! Thanks for coming back for Part 3 of Beckett and Kelsey's story.
If you have not already, I highly recommend reading the first two parts of this story before getting into Part 3.
Part Three
Beckett led Kelsey up the stairs to the bedroom. The day had been absolutely perfect and Beckett wanted it to end the same way it started - with Kelsey securely wrapped in their arms.
Beckett had been able to think of little else for three months. After leaving Philadelphia, they weren't sure what would happen with Kelsey. They couldn't stop thinking about her, despite telling themself that they shouldn't pursue a relationship with someone in Northeastern Pennsylvania. They knew themself too well to think they could maintain a successful long-distance relationship.
But here they were. Rather, here Kelsey was, in Beckett's house in Portland, Maine with her forearms resting on their shoulders. Her fingers were interlocked behind their neck and she wore a mischievous smirk her face.
"What?" Kelsey asked, her smile turning softer as her eyes searched Beckett's face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Just thinking that I love you," Beckett replied, returning Kelsey's smile with their own.
"Oh no, you're the super sappy type, aren't you?" Kelsey teased. "Tough, strong exterior but a big softy inside."
Beckett rolled their eyes. "Please, like you didn't know that already."
"I still get to tease you about it," Kelsey said, her voice dipping lower as her thumbs started to stroke the back of Beckett's neck.
The low timbre of Kelsey's voice stirred Beckett's arousal more as they started to walk Kelsey backwards to the bed. "That's not very nice," they said with a smirk, as the backs of Kelsey's knees hit the side of the mattress. Beckett kissed her softly, pressing forward and gently lowering Kelsey onto her back as their lips molded together.
When Kelsey ran her tongue along Beckett's lower lip and pulled them closer by their waist, Beckett released a moan low from deep in their throat and deepened the kiss. Their skin burned where Kelsey's fingers made contact and radiated through their body as they pressed their thigh between her legs.
Beckett rolled their hips into her, their desire ratcheting higher and racing through them as they kissed a path down Kelsey's jaw to her ear before taking the lobe between their teeth. "You are the single most beautiful person I've ever known. Did you know that?" they rasped into her ear.
Kelsey moaned in response, her hands gripping Beckett's waist tighter when they focused their attention lower, on the delicate skin that covered her neck. They nipped and sucked at the sensitive spot just below her pulse point as they ground harder into her.
When Kelsey flexed her thigh and lifted slightly to give Beckett more friction where they needed it most, fresh heat pooled between their legs. They were sure they'd soaked through their underwear already. If not for their sweatpants, Beckett would definitely have left a trail of arousal along Kelsey's thigh.
Beckett's hands roamed Kelsey's torso as they continued working their mouth down the long column of her neck, but there was too much clothing between them. Beckett needed to feel Kelsey's skin against theirs. They needed to feel her jump as they traced their fingers lightly down the sides of her stomach. They just needed
more
of Kelsey.
Beckett rose to their knees and removed their shirt and bra in one swift motion. Kelsey followed suit, tossing hers to the floor as well before pulling Beckett back into her by the nape of their neck. The move caught Beckett off guard and Kelsey took advantage, quickly flipping Beckett so their positions were reversed.
The power dynamic between the two shifted often. Neither was the leader and neither was the follower. Beckett enjoyed topping Kelsey but they also enjoyed being her bottom. One moment, Kelsey was a blubbering mess begging Beckett to make her come and the next, Beckett was putty in Kelsey's hands, waiting for her to push them over the edge.
Kelsey shifted down the mattress and hooked her hands into the waistband of Beckett's sweatpants. She leaned forward to take a nipple in her mouth and Beckett arched their back at the contact, their breath shuddering from how badly they had been aching to feel Kelsey's lips on them.
Beckett lifted their hips to help Kelsey slide their pants down their legs, then propped themself on their elbows and watched as she stood and stepped out of her own. Beckett mapped every inch of her with their eyes, trying to commit every soft curve to memory. They wanted to see this scene every time they closed their eyes, late at night and alone in their bed.
Kelsey stood before them, biting her lip in nothing except simple red boyshorts. She cupped her own breasts with her hands before running her palms down her stomach and stopping at the waistband of her underwear.
Beckett smiled at her. Sure, it was sexy to watch their partner strip for them, but it had that Kelsey-brand awkwardness to it that warmed Beckett's heart. It was just so... Kelsey; cute and sexy at the same time; confident but a little unsure.
She slid the boyshorts down her thighs slowly. Beckett followed the movement with their eyes and took their time raking their eyes back up Kelsey's body when the last of her clothing hit the floor.
"Where's..." Kelsey said as she looked around the room.
"Drawer next to the bed," Beckett responded.
Kelsey retrieved the dildo from the nightstand, returned to Beckett, and straddled their thighs. She slipped the dildo through the ring in Beckett's briefs before applying a dab of lube to it and spreading it over the soft silicone. If anyone had asked Beckett prior to that moment if they thought that watching someone stroke a fake penis was hot, they would have said no. And they would have been
very
wrong. Because holy
fuck
.
Beckett watched with their mouth wide open as Kelsey shifted higher and straddled their waist. They held her gaze as she lowered herself onto them, her mouth dropping open and letting out a quiet gasp as they filled her. She closed her eyes and braced her hands on Beckett's shoulders as she worked her hips up and down slowly.
With each downward movement, she took more of Beckett and they swore they could feel it. There was no physical sensation, but they were sure they felt Kelsey's walls grip them tightly as she moved. Their brain registered the action as pleasurable, even if Beckett's body couldn't directly feel it.
Beckett reached forward and rubbed their hands up and down Kelsey's thighs as she continued slowly taking more and more of them. When the last inch disappeared inside her, she paused and opened her eyes fully to stare into Beckett's.
She moved her hands from their shoulders down their chest and to their waist.
"Today was perfect, Beckett. Every minute of it," Kelsey said as she started to rock her hips back and forth. "Breakfast, the sunrise, the tour of the city you love, our quiet afternoon in... Everything," she finished as she leaned forward and kissed Beckett deeply.
Beckett pushed their hand into the hair at the nape of Kelsey's neck and she responded by pulling their bottom lip between her teeth. The tiny prick of pain made Beckett's breath catch in their throat, which Kelsey seemed to find amusing, a giggle escaping her mouth into theirs before she sat up straight again.
Beckett savored every moment that Kelsey rode them slowly. Something about that particular scene triggered the rare feeling of gender euphoria that had escaped Beckett for most of their life. Their body buzzed in a way that was different from the usual jolts of electricity that some might describe feeling when their partner touched them. The validation that gender euphoria created enhanced both the physical sensations and the mental stimulation that Beckett was experiencing.
Their hands grasped for every inch of exposed skin - Beckett needed to feel every bit of Kelsey. Each touch drove their pleasure higher and higher. Each moan entered their ears and spread by way of their nervous system through their whole body.
As she began grinding harder into them, Beckett focused on maintaining the rhythm Kelsey was starting to lose. They could feel that she was close, the smooth roll of her hips turning more erratic as the volume of her whimpering moans increased.
Kelsey's eyes closed again as she bit into her bottom lip, turning the pink flesh white where her teeth sunk into it. "Oh fuck, baby," she whined as her legs started to shake.
She grabbed Beckett's wrist and shoved their hand between her legs as she threw her head back. Beckett's thumb found her clit and Kelsey arched her back, scratching her nails across Beckett's stomach as her hands reached for something stable to grasp. "Yes, just like that," she panted.
Beckett complied, pressing hard with their thumb and rubbing in circles the way they were learning Kelsey liked as she pushed herself towards climax. Beckett was nowhere near an orgasm themself but the euphoria they were experiencing was better than an orgasm. It affirmed their identity -
their existence
