6. Beau
CHAPTER SIX
Beau
Well, it’s now or never. Everything worked out perfectly for me to be here tonight and I refuse to back out now. So, here I am, test results in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other. This is awkward as fuck.
I lift my hand to knock but stop short when the door swings open.
My heart stops for a beat, time frozen around me as I’m enveloped in Shane’s scent. He smells like fall—a smoky, spicy scent—so contrary to his personality and it takes me by surprise.
He’s gorgeous. Wrapped snugly in a blood-red robe, images of him stripping for me flash through my mind.
His slender frame and toned legs are slowly revealed to me as he strips seductively. Him taunting me with slow tugs of his hard cock, rolling his balls in his hand ? —
My cock twitches, forcing me to take a deep breath to calm my body’s response to him. I know I’m here for sex, but I want to enjoy his company tonight too, bask in his attention, and forget my usual solitude. Typically, I avoid these situations, but I found myself counting down the hours until I got to see him again.
“Hello, kitten. Are those for me?” he asks. His face turns red for the first time. Usually, it’s me caught off guard or embarrassed. I wonder if I made a mistake bringing these flowers but it’s Valentine’s Day. He invited me into his home and Mama taught me not to show up with empty hands.
Maybe this was too much though. I stretch my full hands out to him, hoping he appreciates the gesture. “Yeah. I thought you might like them.” I hope he doesn’t notice how unsteady my voice is.
He takes the bouquet of roses and lifts them to take a deep breath, smelling the floral aroma. He hums before saying, “Beau, I don’t just like them. I love them, thank you.” He smiles at me and my heart skips another beat. He glances down at my other hand and smiles. “Thanks for bringing results too. Safety and consent are very important to me.”
“Me too,” I tell him. “Do you have a vase for these?”
“Of course, I have the perfect place to set them too,” he says, side-stepping to allow room for me to enter. I follow behind him into the house, noting the cleanliness and amazing smell coming from the kitchen. My stomach chooses that moment to growl, but I’m too anxious to eat.
“You hungry?” he asks. I shake my head and he continues, “Your body says otherwise. Let me feed you. It’s one of my love languages.”
I know I should accept his offer, but I’m worried about the effects it could have on my body later.
When I’m nervous, I poop.
Not just poop. I piss out of my ass. It’s a bad quality, a red flag maybe, but I can’t help it. Most people get butterflies in their stomachs and swallow their nerves. I shit them out.
“Um, maybe later? I’m still full from lunch.” I lie.
Shane gives me a passive grunt of acknowledgment and directs me to sit at the bar counter, taking a seat next to me when I do. He’s looking at me intently, his gaze so focused that my cheeks start to heat. “So, you’re here. You don’t want to eat. What is it you do want?”
“I–What do you mean?” I shake my head, entirely confused by his question. He invited me over for sex tonight, right? Did I misread the situation?
He reaches out, rubbing his hand up and down my thigh, looking right into my eyes. “Beau, I want you to tell me why you’re here. Tell me what you want tonight.”
No, this isn’t what I wanted. This isn’t what I’m comfortable with. I don’t make demands, I follow them. I follow them blindly and find pleasure in that. I don’t use my words because that’s terrifying. What if I say something stupid? What if my words are a turn off?
Shit, I’m spiraling.
He squeezes my leg and I open my eyes, not realizing I even closed them, and look at him. He seems to notice my hesitation. His eyes soften and he gives a small smile as he attempts to reassure me.
“Relax,” he says, soothing my nerves a bit with his gentle tone. “We have all night. But I bet before you go home I’ll have you begging for my cock. Until then, I’ll be what you need.”
I gulp. “Okay.”
He cocks his head, studying me another second, before smiling widely. “You’re a pillow princess, aren’t you?”
There’s a tease in his voice and I quickly look away, completely embarrassed by that statement but knowing it’s true. “Y-Yes.”
“Tell me why.”
Fuck, it’s my worst nightmare. Even though every part of me is begging me to stay silent, I push through with a deep breath. “Um, I like to be cared for.”
Admitting this has my stomach churning. The nerves are kicking in. I need to know where the bathroom is.
This is a cluster fuck.
He must sense my distress because he takes my hand and carefully guides me to the couch. I look around, trying to find anything but this to discuss. “So, um, what do you like to watch?”
When my ass meets the couch, I let out an involuntary groan. Fuck me. In my nervous haste, I forgot all about the damn plug. It was honestly fine when we were by the counter, but this angle and the dip of the couch have it rubbing against my prostate.
Shane sucks in a sharp breath as he looks at me with questioning eyes. I’m so embarrassed that I scoot away from him a bit. He told me to come prepared though and I’m just following his directions. Still, all rational thought disappears. What if this isn’t what he wanted? What if he’s disappointed with my interpretation?
“Kitten,” he starts slowly, inching closer like a predator sniffing out his prey. He places his hand on my thigh and starts inching it up, up, up until he’s dangerously close to feeling how hard I am. “Did you come prepared like a good boy?”
Beginning to shake, I nod. “Y-Yes.”
“And please tell me that noise left your lips because you’re stuffed, stretched, and ready for me.”
“S-Shane,” I stutter breathlessly, avoiding eye contact with him. “I…”
He closes the space between us, scooting closer and closer until I feel the heat of him pressed against me. He tucks his face into my neck and takes a deep breath, the action making goosebumps break across my skin. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Even nervous as shit, I can’t help but agree. I nod ever so slightly and that’s all it takes. Shane’s lips find mine and my entire body calms, leaving me with a feeling of serenity. My racing heart slows, my nervous hands stop shaking, and my veins flood with desire. I’ve never felt this response to a kiss, but I know I want more.
I need this feeling to last. I need him to take control and make my decisions for me. I need to get lost in the euphoria that is Shane.
All my doubts cast aside, I wrap my arms around his torso, tugging him closer, and settling his body against mine. He takes the hint and straddles me, his thighs spread wide around my waist as he deepens our kiss.
We sit there like that for what seems like hours. We’re tucked into the end of the couch, kissing and dry humping, and while I’m enjoying it, I’m losing my patience. I need to feel him inside me. I’m desperate for it like I never have been for anything else in my life. My worries have withered away with time, and I’m ready to make the first move.
“Please,” I beg against his mouth, breathing in his shocked gasp.
He slowly ends our kiss, leaning back, and staring at me with heavy lids. “What do you need, kitten? Tell me and it’s yours.”