Summary: Beckett gives Clarette a birthday present to remember.
Rating: NSFW
Words: 2033
Author’s Notes: I have returned for Thirsty Thursday! Written because PB cockblocked TF out of us in Chapter 14, this is a pseudo sequel to The Gift of Giving. Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but most of the story does, save for a couple lines of canon dialogue. No Beta used.
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Beckett covered Clarette with his blazer as she finished dressing by the lake, her face flushed with arousal. How could he almost let that happen?! Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath with the fresh memory of his head in between her thighs branded into his brain. Hearing the zip of her jacket, he looked down at her as she smiled hazily at him.
“I can’t believe – “Clarette stopped, a giggle bubbling up from her, “that we almost did that here.” She cleared her throat, combing her fingers through her hair. “Should we head back?”
Beckett twined his fingers with hers, placing a kiss on the top of her hand.
“Actually, if you don’t mind, I have a present for you back in my room,“ he replied, cheeks reddening.
Grinning coyly, she glanced at him. “Does this gift have anything to do with what we were just doing?”
“… Maybe,” he smiled, leaning over before kissing her sweetly. “You should know by now that I always finish what I start.”
“Then who am I to tarnish your reputation as a perfectionist and overachiever? Lead the way.”
They crossed the empty campus in comfortable silence before reaching his suite. Crossing the threshold, their lips crashed into each other’s as Beckett backed her into the wall, her body molding to his. She moaned as he kissed down her neck, unzipping her leather jacket and dropping it to the ground, his blazer following suit. She hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his skin under her fingertips as he peeled off the rest of her clothes before he guided them to the sofa.
Clarette reached down to his trousers, palming his thickness before moving to undo his belt. He pulled back, leaning his forehead against hers as he gently removed her hand, kissing each finger.
“Clarette, wait,” he panted, gazing into her eyes. “This is all about you. Let me celebrate you.”
She nodded as his mouth descended upon hers, his hands taking a firm path down her almost naked body. He arrived at her mound, generously rubbing her through the satin panties which were already soaked from his stimulation. Her hips undulated against him, wanting more friction to satiate her desire.
Sitting up, she unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts as he kissed his way down from her neck, taking one supple globe in his mouth. His hand slipped in her underwear, her arousal coating his fingers. He slowly traced his way south with soft kisses, glancing at her while pulling the satin cloth down her legs before once again kneeling before her, worshipping this woman who had undying faith in him.
A lazy smile crossed his face as he bent down to taste her exquisite honey. Placing her legs on his broad shoulders, he kissed her lips eagerly, his tongue teasingly dipping into her flower.
“Beckett… “She sighed in pleasure, her head falling back on the cushioned backing.
Emboldened by the sounds emanating from her, he parted her folds with his fingers, delicately tracing her entrance before slipping two digits in.
Clarette squirmed, her fingers tangling in his hair as he slowly moved in and out while her breathing became increasingly shallow. A cry of ecstasy left her after Beckett’s mouth found her pearl, his tongue flicking the sensible bundle before kissing it. She gazed at him in anticipation, their eyes locking as he worked her clit.
“Yes, right there, “she breathed out, his actions bringing her closer to the brink of release.
Beckett began pumping her at a faster pace, his tongue cleverly twisting as she grinded into his face. He could feel her walls constricting, leading him to take her nub between his lips.
Clarette’s eyes scrunched shut as she screamed his name in ecstasy, all her senses lost as she succumbed to her mind-blowing orgasm. Her skin tingled with warmth spreading through her and she was vaguely aware of his movements after he got up from his knees.
Caressing his way up her sensitive body, he gently picked her up and carried her to his bedroom where he placed her on his bed, making sure she was comfortable. Climbing on to the mattress, he hovered over her before bending down and capturing her lips with his, her arms wrapping around his neck. Pulling back, his darkened orbs bore into hers.
“You’re by far the sweetest thing I’ve tasted today.”
She bit her lip at his admission, the flush in her cheeks deepening. Her fingers lightly scratched the nape of his neck as the corner of her mouth raised slightly.
“Hmmm. Even sweeter than those drinks and cake?“
A smirk appeared on his face. “Trust me; you’re definitely my preferred type of dessert.”
Clarette pulled him down for a fiery kiss, the need for him building once more. She arched into his touch as he kneaded her breast while his lips trailed down to her neck. Her pulse raced under the hot heat of his mouth before she pulled him up, their lips connecting once more. The weight of his body and the evidence of his desire was driving her absolutely wild.
Running her hands down his shoulders and over his well-defined chest, she was infatuated with the ripple of his muscles under her touch. She traveled lower still, ghosting over his abs, feeling them flex under her touch.
Beckett groaned into her mouth as she squeezed his member through his trousers, quickly breaking their kiss as he rested his forehead on hers. His eyes were lightly closed as she continued rubbing him over his pants. When he reopened them, he found her staring back at him intensely with desire.
“Clarette, would it be alright if I continued with my present to you?”
“You mean that wasn’t it out there?“ She teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Not even close. How many times do I have to tell you not to underestimate me?” Smirking, he got up and held eye contact while he undid his belt, the rest of his clothes soon ending up on the floor. He held his thick dick in his hand, running it over his impressive length before rejoining her on his bed and kissing her passionately.
She trembled under his touch, his hand splaying over her stomach before venturing further south. He elicited a moan from her as he ran a finger over her cleft to make sure she was ready for him. Her legs instinctively widened as he positioned himself in between them, spreading them further to accommodate his size.
Gazing down at Clarette, he felt like the luckiest man in the world, knowing she was like this for only him. With his member in hand, he teased her core with his head before entering her excruciatingly slow. He took a deep breath while he stretched her out, the tightness of her fitting him like a vise.
A strangled noise came from her throat as he buried himself inside her, her arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him closer.
“Are you okay?” He asked with effort; the feeling of her surrounding him made it difficult for him to think.
She nodded, a small smile gracing her face. “I just needed to get used to you.”
Beckett brought his mouth to hers, their tongues tangling as he started to move in her. His strokes were deep and long, relishing the sensation of Clarette taking him in all the way. The sound of her whimper as he hit her spot urged him on, his pace quickening.
Clarette dug her nails into his back as he repeatedly filled her, his name leaving her lips with each thrust. Her hips lifted to meet him with each motion, their bodies in perfect rhythm as they rocked in unison. She hooked her legs around him, wanting to take him even deeper as he plunged into her dripping sex.
His breath grew ragged as they continued their lovemaking, his thrusts sloppy as he accelerated with each passing second. He could feel the stirring in his balls, his need to come quickly approaching. He closed his eyes, focusing on the wonder her pulsating walls encasing him. Having this experience with her was nothing like he’d ever had before in his life. He started slamming his throbbing cock into her as his release neared.
Every powerful movement from Beckett left Clarette gasping for air. Her world seemingly began to spin as he took her higher still, her second orgasm of the night on the verge of completely undoing her. They locked eyes, her brow creased in concentration.
“Beckett, please. Make me cum,” she pleaded.
Beckett brought his thumb to her clit, first drawing circles around the nub, making her buck at the contact. He drove into her faster, rubbing her sensitive bud and sending her over the edge. Her pussy gripped his swollen manhood as she came all around him.
Clarette’s eyes shuttered as her whole body spasmed, flashes of white bursting behind her lids. She cried out in pleasure; no experience had been this incredible. Nothing in her life could compare to the euphoria she felt at this moment.
Spurred on by her climax, he fucked her hard until a familiar tightening surged from his sack. He sank himself in her one final time as his release coursed through his shaft. Groaning, he came inside her, his cream spilling out as he withdrew. He collapsed on the bed, kissing her deeply before gathering her in his arms as they basked in the afterglow.
They stayed in each other arms, limbs tangled, both their consciousness returning after such intense orgasms. Clarette could hear his steady heartbeat under her ear while his hand lightly ran up and down her back. Beckett kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent and relishing the moment.
As their eyes both started to drift shut, a little ding rang through the air. Clarette opened one eye, looking up at him.
“Maybe if we ignore it, that text didn’t happen,” she whispered.
“I had no intention of getting up to check my phone anyway,” he smiled lazily.
Silence reigned for a few more minutes until two more texts came through.
Beckett sighed exasperatedly, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He channeled his Attunement in concentration, using a metal spell to bring his phone to him. “It’s them. They’re wondering where we are since they said your party isn’t finished.” He scrolled through the messages before putting it to the side.
Clarette snuggled into his side, resting her head on his chest. “Do we have to go back?”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. It is your birthday, after all.” He nuzzled the top of her head, noticing her eyes closing.
“Good, because I’m pretty comfortable right here.”
They laid in perfect silence until another text came through… followed by a rapid flurry of more notifications. Beckett picked his phone back up, frowning as he scrolled through the 20 messages.
“They’re not going to stop until we head back, aren’t they?” She groaned before slowly rolling off the bed.
He sighed as he sat up, admiring her naked figure. Before she could move out of arm’s reach, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him.
Beckett cupped her face, tenderly stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Happy birthday, Clarette. I hope that my company was satisfactory tonight.” His face lit up with a soft smile.
Clarette raked one hand through his hair, pulling him in for a slow, lazy kiss. “I couldn’t think of a better person to spend tonight with,” she beamed. “And thank you for my birthday present. It’s the best gift I’ve ever received. Now I have to make sure I top you for your birthday.”
Beckett laughed; his heart filled with a contentment he didn’t know existed. “I’d like to see you try. You know I don’t like to lose.”
Clarette pulled him out of bed before pressing herself to him. “Is it really losing if we end up like this?” She kissed him on the corner of the mouth before walking to the common room to retrieve her clothes.
Beckett smiled as he started dressing. ‘Damn it. She was right again.’