Lennox POV
"Mmm.." My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as I let out a moan. I can't believe it's been nine months since I've had a drink, I had forgotten how good wine tasted. Hell I've forgotten how good all alcohol tastes.
"Princess, you may wanna slow down. That's your third glass. You're still breastfeeding."
He's technically right, while I don't let Knox latch on to my nipple, I do still pump milk for him. The more I drink the longer it'll take for the alcohol to pass through my system. While I'll still need to pump during that time, Knox won't be able to consume any of it. That stuff is as good as gold, I can't really afford to be wasting it.
"Only one more, then I'll be done for the night." I promised, setting the wine glass in my hand back down on the table. I only showed up to this event for the open bar anyways.
"Beck, this is her first night out since having the baby. Let her live a little." Brandt defended.
This is also true. Lina offered to take the kids for the night and I graciously accepted. Ms. April offered as well but she hasn't taken care of a baby since the twins were born. She's a little out of practice. Lina became a stay-at-home Mom after giving birth to Milani. Which I understand, they have fifty-leven kids, taking care of all of them is a full time job. I can barely keep up with two. If I had four I'd probably have to be institutionalized. I would go insane. Luckily Knox's birth was a traumatic enough experience that Beckham has decided that having another kid should be the least of our concerns. I think the entire ordeal was a bit emotionally scarring for him. But I'm okay with that if it means he's not trying to get me pregnant again.
"She can't get drunk. Not tonight, not looking like that." I couldn't help but smirk at his words, I'm a horny drunk but in my opinion that's the best kind.
Drunk sex is the best sex, second to angry sex which I rarely have with Beckham. Despite his rugged appearance he truly is just a big ole teddy bear. He rarely gets angry with me, except for that time in New York. That shit was... Whew.
I raised an eyebrow, moving my hair out of the way so my collarbone was visible. "Looking like what, De Loughrey? Care to elaborate?"
Beckham's eyes raked over my body, desire clearing swimming in those icy blues of his. He cleared his throat then took a long swig of the scotch he held in his hand.
"Having a baby really filled out your body. Now Becky over here doesn't know what to do with himself." Brandt snickered. Leave it to him to always state the obvious.
"Why are you looking at her body?" Beck clenched his jaw, irritated by both his brother's comment and the use of the nickname that is solely reserved for Jayce.
"When am I not looking at her body? I'm faithful Beckham, not blind." Brandt rolled his eyes laughing harder, "I honestly don't think there's a guy in this room that hasn't checked her out tonight. Including the gay ones."
I could tell by Beckham's body language that he was starting to get angry, he was now clenching that scotch glass a little too tightly. "Okay Brandt is being ridiculous, as always. I'm basically covered from head to toe." This was true at least in comparison to my typical wardrobe. This dress has long sleeves, and is calf-length.
I've worn this to church! Granted, at that time it didn't fit nearly as tight as it does now. Still haven't managed to shake off the baby weight quite yet. Though it sounds like it'd be Beckham's preference that it never leaves.
"Sure.. We can go with that." The younger De Loughrey nodded, patting me on the shoulder. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." He remarked before walking off to go mingle.
"You should go with him, you're the host of this event and yet you've been glued to my side all night."
"Someone needs to keep an eye on you." Beckham quipped pulling me in by the waist just as I was reaching for a flute of champagne, from one of the many trays servers were walking around with.
I rolled my eyes, "Fine. I will make your rounds with you. Hurry up before I change my mind, you know I don't like talking to strangers."
Beck let out a chuckle, leaning down pecking my lips. "Thank you love. I might just make it worth your while." My knees buckled at his words.
Shit. I think he means... I bit down on my bottom lip anticipation already building. It's been over two months, over two months. He honestly should not have said that, it's going to be the only thing I can think about now and we still have the rest of this lame ass event to muddle through. The event is that bad, granted. Watching Beckham's coworkers, constituents and subordinates get drunk and/or participate in mundane conversations is not my idea of a good time.
"Len, you remember Collin right?" Beckham squeezed my side, prompting me to reengage in whatever conversation is currently taking place, sensing that I had checked out.
"Yes. Your family is in the hotel & resort business, I take it that this another one of your properties?" I smiled softly, glancing around the large ballroom. "It's gorgeous."
Collin is Beckham's childhood best friend who accompanied us on that rather unfortunate yacht charter we took for my birthday. If memory serves correctly I think he ended up hooking up with Gia on the way home, but seeing the pretty Latina girl on his arm, I figured it'd be best to keep the more salacious details to myself.
"Yes it is." He smiled back, "This is my girlfriend Valeria, but everyone calls her Via. I don't think you two have met before."
"Hi I'm Lennox, Beckham's—"
"Fiancee." Beck finished for me with a cocky grin. He hasn't even proposed yet, but I didn't bother correcting him. The entire purpose behind all of this is our inevitable marital union.
"It's nice to meet you, you're even more gorgeous in person." Via beamed, "I'm so glad to finally be meeting some of Collin's friends. We should double-date sometime!"
Dear God, please, no. She seems like a nice enough young woman, but no.
"Of course." Beckham agreed causing me to stiffen in his arms, slightly irritated.
But I played the part I was supposed to and smiled widely, masking my agitation. Continuing to participate in the conversation that I could not wait to be over.
My feet hurt and I have been in heels for hours. I couldn't even walk anymore.
"We're finally home Ms. James." Beckham carried me into our penthouse, kicking the door shut behind him.
"I'm so glad." I muttered, cupping his chin in my hands pulling him in for a kiss. I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth, deepening our kiss.
Beckham readjusted me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. Stumbling over to the couch. He effortlessly tossed me on to the soft leather cushions.
"Strip." He stared down at me with darkened eyes and I swear I almost came right then.
I stood from the couch shimming out of my dress, letting it pool at my feet.
"Don't." Beck interjected as I reached down to take off my heels. "Leave those on Princess." He bit his lip now beginning to undress himself as well.
I took off my bra, watching with seductive eyes as Beckham removed every article of clothing that had been covering his body. Fuck, that man is absolutely gorgeous. Just walking sex.
"Are you going to be good for me?" He questioned walking towards me.
I shook my head, letting out a giggle. "Probably not." I answered honestly before reconnecting our lips.
Beckham took control of the kiss, except he kept it torturously slow. Letting his kisses trail from my lips, down the nape of my neck to the valley of my breasts. He took one of his nipples into my mouth, simultaneously moving my thong to the side slipping a finger inside of me.
"Fuck Len." He pulled away momentarily licking his lips, "You're even tighter than I remember." He spoke lowly his tongue darting out to flick my nipple. The sensation of his tongue piercing brushing across it was nothing short of orgasmic.
"Beckham please.." I whimpered tangling my hands in his hair.
"You're so responsive now, baby." He hummed pumping his finger in and out of me, he's still not moving as fast as I would like him to. His finger isn't reaching the spot that I desperately need him to hit.
I threw my head back against the pillows. I understand why he's lingering on the foreplay this time around, it's been a really long time and he's scared of hurting me. But I can't take anymore of this teasing albeit unintentional. I need him inside of me.
"I-I need more." I panted bucking my hips up against his hand.
He pushed my hips back down with his free hand but did oblige my request slipping a second finger inside of me. "Shh.. Princess, I got you." The hand that had been resting on my pelvis tore off my underwear, the fabric snapping against my skin as it ripped. Exposing my pussy, but more importantly my clit which Beckham wasted no time showing attention to it. Circling the overly sensitive bud with his thumb.
I tugged on his hair harder as his fingers began to move faster inside of me. I could feel him stretching me and it hurt so fucking good. I let out a low moan spreading my legs even wider.
"Are you gonna come for me Princess?"
I nodded my head vigorously. I'm not there yet but I'm close, so fucking close. When Beckham's teeth began nipping at my nipples, he gave me exactly what I needed to be pushed over the edge.
"Oh fuck, Beck!" I choked back a shriek becoming undone, creaming all over his fingers. I was tugging on his hair so hard I'm surprised he didn't cry out himself, but like he says he not only likes rough sex.. He's more than capable of taking it.
He sucked my juices off of my fingers then kissed me deeply shoving his tongue into my mouth to give me a chance to taste myself. This man, ugh he's so fucking sexy. I let out a moan against his lips, fumbling around a bit due to the darkness, until I was able find the waistband of his boxer-briefs tugging to the fabric down to free Beckham's impressive erection. I grabbed a hold of his dick trying to line it up with my entrance. Thankful that he took the hint. Beck immediately pinned my wrists above my head, thrusting himself deep inside of me. Filling me to the hilt.
I didn't have a chance to muffle my scream. Not a moan, but a scream that arose from the depths of my throat. Voice cracking and all.
"You're going to have to keep it down gorgeous, okay?" Beckham cooed, rocking his hips. His pace was still slow as it had been all night but he was so deep it was as if he was trying to touch my soul. That's not biologically feasible, but shit. He is.
My only response to Beck was more screams. I guess I was still being too loud because Beckham shoved my torn panties into my mouth as a means of gagging me.
"Mmm!" I cried out against the fabric as he hit my g-spot repeatedly. Tossing one of my legs over his shoulder to push himself even deeper inside of me, which I didn't even think was possible. My back arched up off of the couch and my legs shook uncontrollably, struggling against Beckham's grip yearning to dig my fingers, my nails into something. Anything.
Beck's thrusts became increasingly rough and he released his grip on my wrists. Using one of his hands to hold the back of my head and the other grabbed a handful of my ass. "Look at me, Princess. I want to see those pretty eyes."
My brain doesn't currently posses all of its faculties, it's functioning at about 40% of its full capacity. I tried to use the little brain power that I had to try and look Beckham in the eye. Those baby blues that I've grown to love so much. He tucked his lip between his teeth, seemingly focused on his actions. Unlike other times we've had sex. Now he was being extra attentive.
"I love you Princess." I didn't expect to to find those words to be erotic, but I fucking came. Clenching around his pulsing member, I could feel his orgasm erupt in-synch with mine.
Beckham took the underwear out of my mouth pecking my lips. "I love you too De Loughrey." I mumbled tiredly. We laid there for a few moments in silence, him still inside of me until he finally pulled out. Scooping me into his toned muscular arms, standing from the couch.
Leaving the discarded clothing behind, he carried me down the hallway towards our bedroom. "You up for Round 2, or are you feeling tired?"
I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm down for anything... As long as I'm on top." I grinned nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck.