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Beck and Nev 1

The minute Cici left the flat I felt out of place. Beck hovered in the living room with his ice cream beard awkwardly and I stood in the doorway to her room wondering what I should do. I'd never really been alone with Beck before. My best friend's older brother had been my secret crush for years, though Cici told me over and over what a slob he was. I saw it now. His place was a disaster when Cici wasn't around to clean for him, and her being just back from college and her internship at Cox, she had a lot on her plate. Cleaning up after an older brother who should have known better wasn't her joy in life.

"So, you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked, turning to face me.

I chuckled at his ice cream beard and pointed. "You got a little something..." I feigned wiping my chin and one of his eyebrows rose. He used an arm to swipe across his mouth, removing the ice cream beard and revealing the handsome smile I'd always admired. So what if he was thirty-four going on thirteen. He was hot as fuck and we were alone.

"Sure, what movie are you thinking?" I slowly ventured away from the safety of Cici's bedroom door. It might not be so bad to hang with Beck alone. When I came over to spend time with Cici, we usually hid in her room. Besides, she'd be moving out in a few weeks and I wouldn't even get to see Beck anymore, let alone hang out with him, so his invitation seemed like a stroke of luck.

He shrugged a shoulder and walked over to the bar, plopping the empty ice cream container on it before wiping his hands down the front of his t-shirt before picking up the remote. We met at the end of the couch, where our shoulders brushed as I passed him. I sat down on the middle cushion and he sat to my left, though he sat a lot closer than I expected. The cushion careened toward him and my body slumped into his side.

Heat flushed my cheeks and I tried to sit up and away from him, but it felt like the springs in the couch were broken or something. No matter what I did to scoot away from him, gravity sucked me back into his side. "Uh, sorry," I muttered, feeling very uncomfortable, but only because he had to be thinking how desperate I must have seemed throwing myself at him. I wasn't, but it might have appeared that way.

Beck chuckled it off and used the remote to click through his apps, finding a listing of movies. I managed to pry myself out of the cavern between us and onto more solid ground, and before I even knew what he was doing, he'd picked a movie. I didn't even know what it was called but it opened with a very smutty sex scene. I normally didn't mind the stuff, though I always preferred the story over the smut. But this one was fully nudity, very graphic, and after being plastered against Beck's side for a full forty-five seconds, I was losing the battle in my panties for control.

His eyes were locked on the TV though, while mine meandered over to his expression. He was into it, watching the whole thing go down with great interest, and all I could think was how I wound up on his sofa without my best friend here to remind me that Beck was immature, messy, and sometimes a bit controlling. My body refused to listen to reason too, which only made things worse. I wasn't even watching the soft porn on the TV, only hearing it, and my panties were getting wetter by the second.

"Uh, Beck," I said, swallowing hard, but he didn't hear me. The surround sound he had set up in this place was movie theater quality. I didn't want him to stop the movie, but I didn't want to keep being aroused by it.

"Beck!" I said a bit louder, causing him to turn his head. His eyes seemed to darken slightly as they met my own, and I couldn't help but swallow again at the intensity of his gaze.

I watched as a flicker of something crossed over his face before he hastily turned back to the screen. "Yeah?" He asked, as he raised his hand to lower down the volume.

"Uhm..." I trailed off, unsure of what to say now that I'd caught his attention. How was I supposed to tell him that sitting next to him while watching such an explicit scene was getting me all worked up?

"You okay, Nev?" His voice was lower than usual, filled with a concern that deflated the bubble of awkwardness that had been slowly inflating between us.

"Yeah..." I replied, my voice sounding much less confident than I'd hoped. "It's just -- this movie is a bit... graphic, don't you think?"

Beck's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced back at the screen where the explicit scene was still playing out. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head slightly before meeting my gaze again.

"I guess it is," he admitted. "Sorry, I didn't really check what it was about before selecting it."

There--I'd fixed the problem. He knew it was having some sort of effect on me and he would shut it off. Right?

Wrong.

"Kinda makes me want to touch myself," he said with a smirk, and my eyes dropped to his lap where there was an obvious growing bulge.

I blinked, my stomach flipping. Words failed me as I tried to process what I'd just heard. Beck was not known for his subtlety, but this was a whole new level of forwardness.

"I... uh..." I stuttered, heat flooding my face. My mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, and I wished fervently that there was a black hole somewhere nearby that could swallow me up.

Beck laughed again. There was nothing cruel or mocking in his laughter--it sounded more like he was genuinely amused. "Relax, Nev," he said, still smirking like he'd gotten away with the world's most hilarious prank. "I'm just messing with you."

Was he? The smirk still on his face, the bulge in his lap, and the increasingly intense scenes playing out on the TV screen said otherwise. I looked away, trying to calm my racing heart, but I sort of wanted him to not be joking. At least my groin did. It ached now, screaming to be touched. I squirmed on that damn couch and crossed one leg over the other.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Nev," Beck murmured, his voice softening as he studied my flushed face. "You're entitled to your feelings. We're adults."

"Is that your gentlemanly way of suggesting we...?" I trailed off, unable to finish the question. What was I even proposing? A part of me still clung onto the image of Beck as a friend, but my body was arguing otherwise.

"No," Beck interrupted my train of thought. "I'm saying if you don't want to watch this, we can change it." His eyes held mine, his usual playful glint replaced with something heavier, lusty even.

"But what about you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited his response.

"What about me?" he shrugged nonchalantly.

"You..." I hesitated, glancing down at the bulge in his lap before quickly looking away again, "You seem to be...enjoying it."

He let out a deep chuckle that made the hairs on my neck stand on end. "Well..." he said, a devilish grin spreading across his face, "I'm not gonna lie and say I don't find it...stimulating." His gaze flickered down to my lips and licked his own in anticipation.

"But is that entirely because of the movie, or...?" I let the question hang in the air between us, uncertainty knotting my stomach.

Beck's smirk didn't waver. He leaned in closer, so close that I could see tiny flecks of gold in his eyes that I'd never noticed before. "You're a smart woman, Nev," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I think you can figure it out."

My heart pounded frantically against my ribcage as I stared at him. The raw intensity of his gaze was doing strange things to my body--things I'd never experienced before. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, irresistible. We were teetering on the edge of a precipice, our friendship hanging in the balance. If we crossed this threshold, there would be no going back.

"Do you want me to spell it out for you?" His voice was husky now, his eyes dark with desire. He slid his hand onto my knee, slow and casual, as if this touch was something we did every day.

I swallowed hard, his hand sending tendrils of electric heat through my body. "Yes," I whispered back. The word hung in the air between us like an echo, filling the room with a raw intensity that was almost tangible.

A wolfish smile spread across his face. He leaned in close, his hot breath brushing against my cheek. "Nev," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I want you."

My heart pounded like a drum, echoing the rhythm of my startled breaths. His confession hung heavy in the air between us, a truth finally spoken out loud after years of unspoken tension.

His hand slid further up my leg, his touch leaving a trail of fire on my skin. My mind screamed at me to pull away, but my body refused to heed the warning. Beck's fingers brushed against the hem of my skirt before he gently tugged at the fabric, pulling it upward. His eyes never left mine, each movement slow, deliberate, asking for consent.

"Is... Is this okay?" His voice was a husky whisper, filled with anticipation and promise. The room was charged with a tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Meanwhile the sound of sex on the TV seemed to have faded into a loud soundtrack of squealing tires and gunshots. But I couldn't look away from him.

"Yes," I whispered back almost instantly. I could hardly believe this was happening. That we were teetering on the edge of something monumental. I saw the relief wash over his face, quickly replaced by a hunger that took my breath away.

His fingers inched higher, pulling the fabric of my skirt with them, his touch electrifying. His other hand found its way to my waist, his thumb tracing circles on my skin over the thin fabric of my blouse. I shivered at his touch, a moan escaping from between my lips.

"Beck," I gasped softly, his name nothing more than a whimper on my lips. He froze momentarily, studying my face for any hint of reluctance or uncertainty. Finding none, he pressed on, expertly unbuttoning the first few buttons of my blouse and slowly peeling away the fabric to expose the soft curve of my collarbone.

"God, Nev," he breathed out, almost reverently. The sound of my name on his lips was powerful, intoxicating. It filled the room like a lit match in a gas-filled chamber. I felt the heat of it seeping into my veins, setting every nerve ablaze.

His hand continued its slow descent until it met the hem of my blouse. He pulled away slightly, his gaze never leaving mine as his fingers hovered over the final barrier between my skin and his touch. He seemed to be asking for permission again, his eyes questioning, intense.

I nodded almost imperceptibly, an affirmation trapped in the dry confines of my throat. He understood. With a deft movement, he slid his hand under my bra, his warm touch making me gasp. One hand splayed across my stomach, the heat of it seeping through my skin, igniting a fire deep within me. The other kneaded my breast, pinching and twisting a nipple.

"Fuck..." His voice trailed off as he sought for words, his gaze drifting from my face down to where his hand now cradled my hip. He slid it around my back and pulled me toward him, effectively lying me on my back beneath him as he maneuvered to hover over me. His eyes were dark and wild as he stared down at me, his gaze hot enough to scorch. I could feel the firmness of his body against mine, the heat radiating from him in waves that wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into a world I'd never known.

"Beck," I whispered again, the name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. He responded with a low growl, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. His fingers traced over my hipbone, exploring the contours of my body with a reverence that took my breath away.

I could feel the tension crackling between us like electricity, each touch sending shockwaves across my skin. And when his lips covered mine, I whimpered, reaching up to slide my hands under the hem of his t-shirt.

Beck's reaction was instant, his muscles seizing at the sensation of my cold fingers on his warm skin. I traced the defined lines of his abs, the taught muscles of his back, reveling in the power beneath my touch. His kiss deepened, his tongue entering my mouth to explore every corner, initiating a dance that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped at my lower lip before leaning back, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of me. I could see the spark in his eyes as he surveyed my flushed face and half-opened blouse. "You're stunning, Nev," he breathed, his voice raspy and hoarse with desire, his eyes exploring the newly uncovered territory of my body. He traced the arc of my collarbone with a forefinger, sliding it down to the valley between my breasts, causing a shiver to tickle down my spine. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drum, the rhythm a frenzied echo of his touch.

His other hand swept up to cup the back of my neck gently, pulling me up toward him for another dizzying kiss. His lips were warm, and tasted faintly of whiskey, and with one hand he finished unbuttoning my shirt and unfastened my bra. His hand explored my body, squeezing my tits before hiking my skirt up higher.

"I want to taste you," he said as his hips involuntarily ground against me. His dick was so hard it hurt when he thrust it against my thigh and I wondered had he not been clothed still would I feel the bead of precum on its head. He didn't even give me a chance to accept or reject the suggestion. He kissed his way across my collarbone to my nipples, taking one in his mouth, then the other while his hands reached beneath the silky fabric of my flouncy skirt and pulled my panties down.

I kicked my shoes off and wriggled my legs out from beneath him so he could shimmy my panties down all the way and toss them to the side. I was laid bare to him now and the intensity of his gaze made my skin prickle in anticipation. He took a moment to admire me, his eyes drinking in everything, from my flushed cheeks down to my toes that curled anxiously.

"Beautiful," he murmured, a half-smile spreading on his lips. His expression was one of pure admiration, yet hungry. He wetted his lips and I felt my eagerness growing with the burning impatience in his eyes. He lowered himself between my legs, staring at the juncture before him like it was a sacred altar. My heart hammered in my chest as he leaned over me, his breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.

I let out a shaky breath as anticipation swept through me, like the calm before a thunderstorm. Beck's eyes held mine, a silent promise hanging in the air between us. And then his mouth was on me, his tongue parting my folds, and the pleasure hit me hard, like an electric shock.

A strangled groan escaped from my lips as his tongue traced intricate patterns over my clit, his hands holding onto my flailing hips. His name was a choked whisper on my lips, a desperate plea for mercy and more of the same torture. His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of my hips, anchoring me to the couch as his tongue explored me.

Then his fingers joined in, sliding in effortlessly due to my wetness, adding a new dimension to the pleasure. His eyes met mine again, glazed over with a heady mix of lust and satisfaction as he watched me writhe under his expert touch.

I didn't know where to put my hands, one moment clawing at his back, the next gripping the edge of the couch for some semblance of control. My voice was lost in moans and gasps as he continued to taste and tease me, his rhythm relentless and unforgiving.

His thumb moved to my clit, circling it while his fingers pumped inside me. I was drowning in sensation, on the precipice of an overwhelming climax. "Beck," I gasped again, my voice a desperate whimper as I clung onto him tightly.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and wild with desire.

"Let go, Nev," he ordered, his voice gravelly and low. His mouth returned to its heavenly task, while his fingers continued to work their magic inside me.

The sensation was too much to bear; the pleasure escalating, building up inside me like a dam ready to burst. My vision blurred, my body convulsed and finally, with a high-pitched cry, I shattered around him. Tremors wracked my body as an explosive orgasm tore through me. Beck didn't stop, his lips and fingers coaxing every last wave of pleasure from me until I was left breathless and quivering beneath him.

His lips found mine again, tasting of my own release, reckless in their urgency. His hands roamed over my body, searing their print into my skin. "I need you," he growled into my mouth, his voice raw with urgency. His fingers began to tear his clothing off, starting with his t-shirt, followed by his shorts. I watched as he undressed himself, revealing the muscular expanse of his body to me, and I yanked my skirt off as fast as I could and dropped it to the floor.

The sight of him was enough to reignite the flame of desire within me. His chest was broad and firm, his abs well-defined under a thin layer of sweat that sheened beautifully under the soft light. His cock bobbed against his abdomen, thick and ready, begging for release. Beck seemed to read my thoughts as he reached over to the side table, retrieving a small foil packet.

With nimble fingers, he ripped open the condom packet and rolled the protection onto his length. The sight of him preparing himself for me was incredibly erotic. His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed himself inside me. A mix of pain and pleasure swept through my body as he filled me. He stilled, giving me time to adjust to this new sensation.

he began to move. Slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to him, and then with an increasing rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. His thrusts were deep, filling me completely, his gaze never leaving my face as he worked himself in and out of me.

Each sharp thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body, the exquisite sensation mingling with a sweet kind of pain that only added to the intensity. His fingers dug into my hips as he controlled our rhythm, his thrusts coming faster and harder.

"Beck," I whimpered, my fingers digging into his biceps as an inevitable climax began to build. His free hand roamed my body, pinching and teasing my nipples, adding yet another layer of sensation.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a fiery kiss as he continued to pound into me. The room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and skin slapping together. The pleasure was building up inside me, consuming me until I thought I would burst, but Beck held it just out of reach.

His movements changed suddenly--a skillful twist of his hips that hit a spot deep inside. A sharp gasp ripped through my lips as stars bloomed behind my shut eyelids. Beck chuckled lowly as he repeated the motion, his cock hitting that sweet spot with pinpoint precision. I screamed in pleasure, my fingernails drawing red tracks down his back.

"Beck, I can't--" The words were lost in a moan as he captured my mouth again, swallowing up any further protests. He could feel it--the walls of my pussy clenching around him--the signal that I was nearing my climax. But he didn't stop; instead he increased the pace, pistoning in and out of me with a feverish intensity.

The coil inside me tightened to the brink of snapping and then, with a soul-shattering cry, I came undone. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, ripping through my body in an all-consuming climax. Beck was right there with me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he drove into me one final time, burying himself deep inside me as his release mirrored mine. He groaned my name as he spilled into the condom, his body trembling above mine with the force of his orgasm.

For a moment, we laid there, spent and breathless. The aftershocks of my orgasm still rippled through me, making my body twitch with oversensitivity. But Beck's weight pressing down on me felt deliciously comforting. His lips found mine once again in a languid kiss, so different from the explosive passion of moments ago.