8. Beau
CHAPTER EIGHT
Beau
Fuck. Me.
When Shane’s robe fell, revealing a beautifully white lingerie set, I almost came in my pants. His body is perfect and the sight of his thick cock stuffed inside the too-small fabric of the thong sent me to the edge.
This kiss is different from our first one. This kiss is full of heat and passion like we can’t control ourselves, teeth colliding and biting. Both of us are groaning as I grab his hips and grind his crotch against mine.
He pulls away abruptly, standing and walking us to his bedroom down the hallway. His room is just as clean as the rest of the house, everything is meticulously placed around the room, and I’m impressed by his style. The walls are a deep charcoal gray with black bedding to match the aesthetic. There are a few candles lit around the room that remind me of his woodsy scent.
“Get naked, kitten.” He says this in a voice that leaves no room for questioning as he eyes me. He’s commanding in a way that makes me want to please him, want to obey him.
He’s done playing games and so am I.
Obeying his command, I strip and set down my glasses. The confidence I had earlier starts to dissipate as I look at the bed. Am I supposed to get in? Are we just cutting to the chase? I’m frozen in thought and Shane must notice. Instead of laughing or mocking me, he comes to my rescue with another demand.
“Hands and knees on the bed, Beau,” he orders cooly. “I need to see that plug shoved in your ass.” He stands there, body on display and full of confidence as he waits.
Almost mindless, I follow through with his words. I crawl to the middle of the bed, face flaming with embarrassment, but a tremble of anticipation coursing through me. I make the choice to bury my face in the comforter. I have the urge to reach back, spread my cheeks for him to really get a good look, but I hesitate. I’m not sure if he wanted that or not.
“Good boy,” he groans.
Oh God, fuck. A shiver wracks through me at his praise and I... Do I like that? I’ve never had someone call me a good boy in bed before, but my dick is hard as steel, and I’m flooded with pride.
“Th-Thank you,” I stutter. I’m nodding and closing my eyes tightly, hoping he’ll take mercy on me and finally touch me.
His hands find my ass, soothing palms rubbing in circles as he appraises me. “This hole is mine tonight. Tell me you want me to do anything I want with it.”
“Anything, Shane,” I agree. “Please, please just touch me.”
I’m begging now. Damn, that didn’t take much. He did say I would be begging for his cock before the night was over. Something about following his demands makes me feel powerful. Like I’m the sole reason for his pleasure and can relax into his desire. If I just comply and allow him to run the show, I don’t have time to overthink because I know I’m doing exactly what he wants.
Begging must be the right choice because Shane grabs the plug, twisting it back and forth slowly before giving it gentle tugs. “Oh, kitten. When you beg like that, I have no choice but to give you what you need.”
I thrust back against him, hoping he’d take the hint and give me more. He’s pulling harder now so I push along with him until I feel the plug fully slide out. My ass is empty and I whimper in desperation, a sound that’s never left my lips before.
I swear I can hear the shudder he lets out. I flinch momentarily when one of his lubed fingers glides around my entrance. But it feels so fucking good that I melt as soon as his finger takes a dip in. “Your hole is gaping. It’s just begging to be filled.”
It is. I’m desperate. I want him to make me keep begging for his cock like he promised.
“Here’s how this is going to go, kitten,” he starts, still gently thrusting one finger in and out of me. I’m so wet now, the squelching sound is embarrassing but also hot as fuck. “This round is going to be fast and filthy. I can’t control myself and I’m self aware enough to know that. One thrust into that hole and I’m gonna blow.”
Does he have any idea how sexy that is? Fuck me, I won’t need more than a single thrust either.
I’m panting now, barely able to hold myself up with how my body is shaking with need. “Shane, please. Fuck me. Do it now–”
Before I can finish speaking, I’m jolted forward by a powerful thrust, crying out with pleasure. I’m so full, stretched wider than I thought possible, and relish the intense burn. This is what I’ve been missing, this feeling of losing myself to the overwhelming sensations his body floods me with.
I wasn’t kidding about being a quick finish and neither was he.
“Stop. Moving.” He’s growling at me and, fuck, it doesn’t help the situation. “Beau, I’m not fucking kidding. Stop. ”
My body freezes immediately because he sounds just as much on the edge as I am, but I’m so close to coming that I can’t stop it anymore. My abs tense as I slam my eyes shut and come on his unmoving cock. I’m trying to stay still, trying not to release a sob, but it’s too late.
“I–I’m so sorry, Shane. I couldn’t stop it.” Fuck. I hope I didn’t disappoint him. What if he can’t finish? Maybe he’s frustrated and will want to be done with me. I’m knocked out of my slight panic when he pulls back and thrusts hard.
His nails dig into my ass in a deliciously painful grip and he grunts as his cock slides so deep I feel it in my throat. “Holy fuck, kitten. I’m coming… I’m coming for you!”
Yes, baby. Yes.
I sway my hips back and forth as he stays buried inside of me. I’m expecting him to be disappointed. To dismiss me and my quick trigger but he doesn’t. Relief floods me when Shane folds over me, wraps his arms around my neck, and whispers, “Good boy.”
My cheeks burn at his praise as my cock tries to rally. His words wash over me and settle deep in my heart. I’m dreading the moment he pulls out, knowing how empty I’ll feel at the loss of his body.
That’s not what happens. He does pull out, but he bends over to lick a stripe up my ass, moaning at the taste of his cum spilling from me.
He lets out an animalistic growl as he slaps my ass. “Roll over, kitten. I need you again.”
As I obey, I see his still-hard cock straining against his stomach. He’s somehow harder than he was to begin with, and holy shit is it a beautiful sight. I haven’t had a look at his fully exposed body yet, but god damn. He’s pulled the small patch of fabric to the side, allowing his cock and balls to hang free.
This man is going to be the death of me.
As I’m lost in my thoughts, Shane snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Do you give me permission? Answer me.”
Shit, he sounds frustrated. I let myself get caught up again but this time it wasn’t fear or worries clouding my brain. It was him and his perfect body.
Oh no, I have no idea what he asked me but I trust him. It’s hard to explain but I’ve never trusted another person more than I do Shane. So, I nod and hope for the best.
“Okay. Close your eyes and relax. I’m going to make this round so good for you,” he says seductively, his words practically dripping with confident lust.
I have no doubt about that. Closing my eyes and settling into the pillows, I take a deep breath and give him control.