Chapter 8
LAINEY
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I had sex with Beau.
Not just sex, because I’d had sex before.
What I just did with Beau was fucking.
Pure. Raw. Dirty. Filthy.
Uninhibited.
Insane.
I never, ever, imagined someone playing with my ass like that.
He’d mentioned bad girls get their ass fucked and I had to wonder if that really was something he’d actually do because he thought I was one.
Or maybe it was dirty talk, kinky play that was even more intimate between the two of us that allowed me to be even more uninhibited.
To allow room for every fantasy, no matter how dark, to be fulfilled.
He wanted to explore it with me. Push me. Us.
While that had only been a teaser, being eaten out was always a fantasy, but from behind? Where he could see, feel, lick everything?
I was slumped over the bed, my bones having melted. I could barely catch my breath and I was covered in sweat. Carefully, Beau slipped from my body, my pussy and ass sore. I felt the gush of his cum seep from me, but I was too tired to move.
I felt a kiss to the back of my neck where his hand had held me down, then the cool air from the air conditioner against my sweaty skin. Running water indicated Beau had gone into the bathroom. He returned and I hissed when a cool cloth was placed over my pussy.
“Easy, love. I got you.”
He wiped me clean, then lifted me so I had my head on a pillow.
He climbed in and tucked me into him so I was on my side, my head tucked against his shoulder.
My hand rested on his hard chest and I idly played with the hair there.
More cum slipped from me in a little gush, making my thighs sticky and slippery all over again.
I wondered how long it would seep from me.
If I’d have a wet patch on my jeans later.
Before Beau, I’d had sex with one man. A guy in college who didn’t know my brothers.
Who didn’t know me as anything more than a woman in his dorm.
It had been quick. Painful in a fumbling, hymen-tearing sort of way.
Absolutely nothing like what just happened with Beau.
Now I knew why people made such a big deal out of sex.
When it was like this… it was consuming.
I’d never felt so connected, so in tune with another person. And we hadn’t even been face to face. He’d held me down. Used me in the most delicious way. Beau was exposing a side of me I never shared. Heck, I never even knew.
“Rest, love. You’re gonna need it ‘cause I’m not nearly done with you.
Just gotta decide how sore your pussy’ll be for the competition later.
If you can’t take any more, I’ll fuck that luscious mouth.
Get some of that sweet suction while I tell you how tonight’s gonna go. How you’re gonna stay safe.”
“But–”
“My dick down your throat’s the perfect way to keep you from arguing.”
“Beau,” I said, with much less heat than previous times. Because the idea of being on my knees before him only turned me on, made my pussy clench and more of his cum slip out. “Maybe we should practice now,” I added boldly.
He growled, then flung the sheet down. As he tucked his hands behind his head, I realized he was offering me free use of his body. Completely uninhibited and hard, he watched me.
Waited.
I’d meant what I suggested and he was readily up for it–literally.
His dark gaze on me as he stayed quiet, letting me decide if my words were just bold without any backing.
He wasn’t shaming. He wasn’t making this embarrassing.
While he’d made it very clear he was in charge, he was letting me have my way with him.
I just told him I wanted to suck his dick and he was all for it.
So I shifted up and onto my knees, took him in hand, leaned forward and took him into my mouth. When he hissed and his fingers gently tangled in my hair as he equally praised and degraded me with his filthy words, I felt my feminine power.
That when he said your mouth was made to suck my dick and you can’t get enough of my cum, can you it was because I was driving him to orgasm. Me. Lainey.
I’d never felt more powerful. Or cherished.