Late-night Surprises (Beckett/Elizabeth)
“Never?” Elizabeth cried in dismay. „Not once?”
“I let you know how utterly appalled I am by your surprise, my dear,” Beckett answered with surprising calmness considering the aching need pulsing through his body.
“But… how can that be?”
“Not everyone is as vile as your… acquaintances, Elizabeth. Now if you please…”
But she just kept staring at him with wide eyes, ignoring - much to Beckett’s annoyance - the task at hand, namely wiping that small, spiteful pout off her lips and taking him in her mouth again.
“That must be remedied!”
Determination was clear in her voice and a jolt of faint worry ran through Beckett’s body like a cold shiver. He may not have known her for long but long enough to know she never stopped until she got what she wanted.
“I must remind you, my dear,” he said coldly, “that I, unlike your dear husband and your precious blacksmith, am no sodomite. So I suggest you help them in getting acquainted with that part of their anatomy.”
“My dear husband and his precious blacksmith are probably well on their way of getting acquainted with that part of their anatomy as we speak.” Elizabeth laughed as Beckett raised an eyebrow in surprise. “They don’t need me for that, you on the other hand…”
She leaned down and experimentally licked the head of his cock, pleased to see the tiniest twitch in the corner of his lips, the only sign that he was close to losing control. Will would already be begging for more, James would finally let his walls shatter down in a desperate cry, and Jack… well, Jack would simply flip her over and take without asking for permission. Beckett just lay there, waiting for her next move, calculating his own chances.
Elizabeth stifled a smile and ran her expert tongue along the underside of Beckett’s cock before taking the head in her mouth, sucking ever so slightly. The barely-there intake of breath urged her to go on. She brushed a long finger over Beckett’s balls but he suddenly grabbed her hand despite the wave of pleasure that ran through his body to stop her hand from getting more adventurous.
Elizabeth chuckled softly, ignoring the too hard grip on her wrist. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, but what always made Will push deep down her throat with an apologetic moan was not enough to make Beckett release her. It was only when she scraped her teeth ever so slightly along his length - the way Jack liked it… how interesting - that he moaned softly and let go of her hand.
Elizabeth took her chance and wrapped her fingers around his cock, quickly falling into the slow, teasing rhythm she knew he preferred. She gently sucked on his balls, ignoring her own body’s plea for more pressure than the soft silk covers of the bed would offer - this fight wasn’t over yet, she needed all her cunning to lull her opponent into false safety.
Only when Beckett’s eyelids fluttered close and the slight frown on his face spoke of aching need did she allow her tongue to venture lower. Distracted by pleasure Beckett didn’t notice immediately as Elizabeth licked the soft skin under his cock. Only when her tongue ever so slightly flickered even lower did he cry out in a strange and satisfying mixture of outraged desire.
Before he could react, though, in any way, Elizabeth pressed her tongue against him again, more firmly this time, while her grip on his cock tightened even more. Beckett’s small gasp turned into a needy whine - a whine! - as she slipped her tongue inside his shivering body. And Elizabeth couldn’t help thinking that the broken moan and the way Beckett, despite himself, pressed closer to her for more, was a pretty damn good impression of James.
Bloody repressed English gentlemen.
It was when the first muttered curse left Beckett’s lips that she knew she had won. And she wasn’t surprised at the lack of protest when she let go of his cock and pressed the tip of a long finger past the tight muscle. Beckett gasped at the unfamiliar intrusion but pushed down on her finger, desperate for more and cried out in wild pleasure as she pushed in completely, brushing against a spot deep inside him.
Elizabeth smiled as he suddenly grabbed his cock and rocking down against her finger brought himself off with just a couple of fast strokes. She kept stroking the velvety walls of his tight entrance as the last waves of release crashed through his shivering body, watching in awe as streaks of thick white fluid splattered across his stomach. She’d never tire of that sight she was sure of it. It was only when he finally let go of his spent cock that she laid beside him, looking down at his relaxed expression with a smile.
“If you are grinning when I open my eyes, I swear I’m going to brand you a pirate,” he murmured, his usual indifferent voice not quite in place yet.
“I knew you’d like it,” Elizabeth laughed. “You know, I could ask Jack to…”
Beckett looked at Elizabeth like she had just grown two heads but he wasn’t quick enough to stifle the wicked sparkle of desire in his eyes and the amused twitch of her lips told him she had seen it. Damn.
“My god, woman, you’re a threat to every respectable man,” he let his usual cold amusement slip on his face.
“You’re lucky you’re not respectable, then,” Elizabeth laughed, sounding way too much like Jack, in Beckett’s opinion, as she threw a long leg over his body and sat astride him. She pressed her yearning body against his cock. “Now will you fuck me already?”
Wanton desire flooded her dark eyes and Beckett saw his own chance at breaking, if only for a few minutes, her wilfulness. He firmly grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her into a fierce, bruising kiss, chasing his own taste on her lips. He flipped her on her back in one fluid movement and settled between her open legs, pinning her arms above her head. The wildness in her eyes - need or anger, he wasn’t quite sure - made Beckett smirk and before invading her eager body forcefully he threateningly whispered against her open lips:
“Be careful what you whish for, Mrs Norrington.”