Chapter 22
Aubree
I can’t believe I’m really going through with this—letting Boone see me like this. I’ve always been the type who prefers sex under the covers, lights off, insecurities tucked away. It’s not that I hate my body, but everyone’s got their trouble spots, right? I definitely do. But when Boone looks at me—really looks at me, like I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen—every stray thought about late-night pizza binges or so-called imperfections just disappears.
He makes me feel beautiful. There’s this hunger in his eyes, as though he’s studying a masterpiece, and I’m suddenly not afraid to be on full display. It’s thrilling, being the object of that intense focus. Sure, Boone could have anyone—he’s downright gorgeous—but in this moment, the way he watches me makes it feel like I’m the only one in the world, and that is a heady, electric feeling I never want to end.
I spread my legs for him, letting him see the desire first hand. He draws in a ragged breath, his eyes fixated solely on me. My cheeks flame red-hot as he positions himself between my legs. He leans down— and oh my god . He swipes his tongue through my wetness and I nearly bound off the bed.
“I’ve never…” my words fall away as I try to articulate a complete thought.
His eyes gaze up at me. “Never what?”
“I’ve never really enjoyed this,” I tell him truthfully. “No man has ever made me orgasm by doing this, so it’s okay. We can just have sex.” I feel almost embarrassed at my lack of being able to come multiple times in one sexual session.
He grips my inner thighs with both hands and drags his tongue over my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine. “I just don’t think you’ve ever been eaten properly.”
My eyes widen as I gaze into the depths of his dark brown eyes. “Well…I…” am speechless. I don’t even know what to say to him in this moment, so I do the only thing I can. I close my eyes, lay my head back and let him continue.
And…once again, oh my god . This man has a tongue made of magic, and before I can even tell what’s happening, or which way is up…I feel my body, ready to break free. I’m ready to come undone, and all I can do is grip onto his thick hair and hold on as I buck against his face. I can’t believe this is happening to me.
I can’t believe I’m feeling this free. This alive . It’s like somebody’s set off a firework deep in my soul and I’m barely trying to hang on.
Wow. “Oh, Boone,” I call out into the emptiness of the room. My body lets loose, the past few months of anguish unleashes, and I topple down. “I’m coming,” I shout, and Boone grips harder onto my thighs as he uses the pad of his tongue on my clit, applying the right amount of pressure to keep my orgasm spiraling out of control. “Oh, Boone. Boone, I’m so…” I don’t even know how to finish this sentence. Because in this moment I don’t know what I am.
I feel like a leaf caught in free fall, drifting helplessly through the air. Each gust of wind seizes me, carrying me across the lawn while I remain powerless in my own body. Boone keeps a grip on me, not letting me go as he continues to work his tongue over my heated skin.
The sensations are too much to handle, and I cry out that I can’t handle it, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps going, causing something in my body to happen that has never happened before. I feel that initial climb once again. The start of another orgasm. This can’t be happening. Can it?
I mean…
“Oh my fuck, Boone,” I scream out, my body betraying me. This second orgasm rips through me like a violent storm, overwhelming every sense and leaving me trembling in its wake. “I can’t believe this.” I keep grinding myself against his face as I squeeze my eyes shut. “This can’t be real… fuck, oh my …Boone.”
He doesn’t let up as he keeps going. “I need inside you, Aubree.”
Right now, it’s the only thing I crave. I nod, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Boone rushes up my body as I try to get my breathing under control. He kisses me, passionately.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you come all over me.”
I’m so far past blushing at this point, but still, his words do something to me. My body’s spent, yet I still crave him. Still want him. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
“I’ve never had two back-to-back orgasms like that before.”
He smiles, pride swelling in his chest. “You’re not done yet.”
I don’t want to argue with him, but three orgasms in one night is unheard of. I’ve never had three orgasms in a week, let alone one night. “Oh,” is all I manage to say, and Boone lifts a brow.
“Don’t believe me?”
I laugh lightly as he positions himself between my legs, hovering over me. “Well, it’s highly unlikely. Listen, two orgasms while going down on me is a huge feat. You should be proud.”
He chuckles lightly. “Aubree, when I’m done with you tonight you’ll be begging me to take it easy. Because it’s now my mission to make you come as many times as possible tonight. And you know my mission success rate?”
“No.”
He whispers, “It’s a hundred percent. I never fail,” and the confidence in his voice sets my heart racing. Then he leans in again, capturing my mouth in a slow, intoxicating kiss that seems to suspend time. The heat of his lips against mine sends a tremor through my entire body, and with each gentle sweep of his tongue, he makes every other kiss I’ve ever experienced vanish from memory. In this moment, I feel desired, cherished—like I’m the only person in the world he wants to touch.
His hands roam over my body, like he’s memorizing every curve. His hand grips his dick between us, and I glance down. The engorged tip pushes at my entrance. “Are you on the pill?” he rushes out.
“I, umm…yes. I’m on the pill.”
He appears relieved and pushes the head of his cock inside me. Inch by glorious inch. He’s so big, a part of me wonders if it’ll even fit, or if we’ll be working this thing inside me all night long. “You’re just a tight thing, aren’t you?”
I blink up at him as he watches the spot where our two bodies are joined.
“So fucking tight.” He punches his hips forward once more, causing his dick to push further into me.
“Ah, Boone.” I grip onto his back, my nails digging in slightly to his heated skin. The feel of his muscles working beneath his skin is a major turn on. His body is made by the Gods. Each muscle etched in stone.
It’s like a masterpiece, and I can’t stop marveling at him.
He smooths a hand over my hair, his mouth close to my ear. “Your pussy was made for my dick, do you know that? It’s a perfect fit.” He pushes all the way inside me, and my body acclimates to him quickly.
It’s like what he’s saying is true. Like our bodies were made for one another. He gazes at me as both of us stop moving. Our breaths mingle together as his eyes meet mine.
“You’re gorgeous, Bree. Seriously, I can’t stop staring at you.”
“I feel the exact same way,” I tell him, honestly. “I haven’t been able to stop staring at you since you barged into my pizza shop.”
He smiles slowly, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “I didn’t barge. I thought you were hurt. I rushed in to make sure you were okay.”
I grip his face, feeling his bushy beard under my hands. “I appreciate how you always put my safety first. I mean, I know it’s just your job…”
He cuts in, “No, it’s not just my job, Aubree. I care way too much about you. I’ll always keep you safe. Or die trying.”
I close my eyes, not liking the sound of him dying out there in the world. The next thing I know we’re lost in the art of making love. Or fucking. It’s rough, and gentle all at the same time. He holds me close as he pounds away inside me. He kisses me tenderly as he pulls my hair. He thrusts deep, almost at a punishing pace as he caresses my soft skin.
“You’re like an enigma,” he tells me. “So fucking pretty. I can’t figure you out.”
“There’s not much to figure out.”
He gazes at me as he moves his dick in and out of me. “I can’t understand why anyone would ever want to hurt you.” He peppers kisses along my temple, moving down my cheek, crossing my jawline. He continues placing kisses along my neck, down the column of my throat, and across my collarbone. “I’ll never let the fuckers after you get close enough to hurt you. They’ll have to go through me first.”
He grips my hair, as he repositions our bodies. “I need deeper inside you.” He tosses one of my legs over his shoulder. This causes him to slide even deeper inside me.
“Oh, Boone,” I call out. My body’s like a livewire, and I’m unable to control the next orgasm that rips right through me. “I’m coming.” That’s orgasm number three.
Wow.
Boone keeps screwing me, pounding, thrusting, diving into me so deep all I can feel is only him. He turns me on in a way I’ve never experienced before. Like he’s never had anything so amazing in his life.
He’s feeling this too, right? This crazy connection? It’s not just a one-time thing, right?
No, I refuse to believe Boone is anything but genuine with me. I trust him. He’s been the one thing that has kept me feeling safe in a time when I feel anything but. It’s all him. I don’t want to start getting thoughts of happily ever after, because who knows what happens when all this is said and done. I don’t even know if he lives in Tennessee full time.
“The way your pussy grips my hard cock is enough to make me never want to stop doing this.” He groans against me. “You’re so fucking needy for me.”
And I am. I so am.
“Oh, Boone.” My body tightens as he keeps pounding away inside me. He moves his hand between our bodies and toys with my clit, but there’s seriously no way there’s another orgasm left in me.
I’m spent.
“Give me another,” he whispers close to my ear. “Just one more.”
“Will you fail your mission if I don’t?”
He chuckles, his warm breath fanning across my cheek. “I never fail. I’ll get you off one more time.” He props up, and gazes down at me. “This time.”
“What do you mean this time?”
He smirks. “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
He thrums my clit between his fingers, and … wow … I’m coming again. For the fourth time.
“God, you fucking turn me on so damn much. Your pussy feels way too perfect wrapped around me.” He groans and grunts a few curses. “I’m gonna come so deep inside you, Bree. Fuck. Too tight. Jesus.” His body picks up speed as he grips onto me tighter. “Too damn good… fuck .”
His body crumbles in my arms as his orgasm completely annihilates him. He’s cursing and calling out my name as he comes, and I am here for it. Watching this man lose control is a major turn on.
I’m not gonna lie, but it makes my chest crack wide open. I could easily fall in love with this man, but I need to remember this is only temporary.
Once we catch whoever’s after me, life will return back to normal. Whatever that may be.