37. Beau
37
BEAU
Have I died? Is this one of those mind fuck simulations?
Because I cannot believe the perfect that is Eloise Hawthorne is telling me she wants to come on my cock in the middle of a Gauntlet race.
“You can have whatever you want, baby. It’s yours.” It’s a reassurance and a promise.
“Good, because I want you to fuck me, Beau.” She punctuates her request by dragging my lower lip between her teeth. It’s soft pressure, the kind of thing that gets me hard.
My cock throbs almost painfully, straining against the confines of my jeans. I groan low in my throat, my hands tightening on her hips as I fight for control.
“Goddamn, baby. You tryin’ to take me out?” I rasp, my voice rough with need.
She smiles, slow and wicked, her eyes gleaming with mischief in the low light of the private room. “Not tonight.”
I let my head drop back for a moment, clinging to the last pieces of my clarity before my brain empties and thoughts fly out the window.
“I don’t want to ruin your vibe, Peach, but I need to check-in, yeah? Because we’re in the middle of a strip club right now. You might not be thinking correctly.”
“I’m thinking that I was in a high-speed chase tonight, vaulted over a wall, in the thick of possible sabotage, and hiding out in a strip club.” Her voice is low and sultry as her fingers dance along the nape of my neck. “ I’m thinking that I want to revel in the chaos. And I want to do that with you.” She pauses, toying with the ends of my hair. “But I’m not going to make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
A soft laugh escapes me as I gaze up at her, my chest tight with a rush of emotion. “Baby, the only thing I’m not comfortable with is you doing something you’re gonna regret. It’s easy to get swept up in this,” I murmur, sliding my hands up her back, fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine. “But you and me? Fuckin’ fated, remember? There’s no rush, yeah?”
Something flickers across her face, there and gone too quick for me to catch. But I feel the change in her. Her muscles tense and her shoulders round a little as she leans forward.
“Are you . . . is this your nice way of telling me you don’t want to have sex?”
My brows furrow as I sit up straighter, my hands cupping her face gently. “Baby, no. Fuck no , Eloise. That’s not what I’m saying at all.” I search her eyes, my thumbs stroking over the apples of her cheeks. “I want you so fucking much I can barely think straight. I just—” I exhale slowly, trying to find the right words. “I need you to be sure, Peach. Because once I have you, I’m not gonna be able to let you go.”
Her breath hitches, her eyes widening slightly at my confession. She stares at me for a long moment, searching my face. For what, I'm not entirely sure. But whatever she finds there seems to strengthen her resolve.
Eloise’s eyes soften the longer she gazes at me, a small smile curving her lips. “I’m sure,” she murmurs, leaning in to press her forehead against mine.
Her breath mingles with mine, our lips a hair's breadth apart. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Beau."
And then she’s kissing me, soft and sweet, a gentle press of her lips against mine. It’s tender and achingly intimate, a silent affirmation of her words. I melt into the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut as I lose myself in the feel of her.
The kiss quickly turns heated, desire thrumming through my veins like a live wire. She parts her lips, her tongue teasing the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. I grant it eagerly, a low groan rumbling in my chest as our tongues tangle and slide together.
She tastes like sunshine and sin, like forbidden fruit.
I could spend hours just kissing her like this, learning every dip and curve of her mouth.
My hands roam her body, skimming over the silky skin of her back before dipping lower to palm the perfect globes of her ass through her thin sundress. I squeeze gently, urging her hips to roll against mine.
She moans into my mouth as she rocks her hips, grinding her pussy against my cock. Who the fuck knew dry humping felt so fucking good?
If this feels so good with layers of clothes between us, I can’t imagine how euphoric it’ll feel when I’m inside of her.
The friction is maddening, sending sparks of pleasure racing along my nerve endings. I groan, my fingers flexing on the firm flesh of her ass, guiding her movements.
“Beau,” she gasps against my lips, her breath coming in short pants. “Please, I need . . .”
“What do you need, baby?” I rasp, nipping at her bottom lip. “Tell me.”
She whimpers, circling her hips in a slow groove. She doesn’t answer me with words. Nah, my girl goes after what she wants, and thank the fucking stars, today that’s me.
She leans back, her fingers finding the button of my jeans. With deft movements, she pops it open and tugs down the zipper.
“This,” she murmurs, slipping her hand inside.
My gaze ping-pongs between her perfect tits in my face and her hand. I suck in a breath, my hips jerking involuntarily when she drags a finger down my dick.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out.
She huffs a short laugh, pulling my cock free. Her fingers wrap around my cock, and we both gasp. And then I feel her pause, a soft “oh” escaping her perfect lips. It’s the perfect fucking ego boost, all the blood rushing to my dick.
And when she starts stroking me? Game fucking over.
“Peach,” I groan, my voice gravelly and strained.
Her touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through my body. She twists her wrist on the upstroke, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. But then she pauses, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
“Beau,” she breathes, wonder coloring her tone. “Is that . . . you’re pierced.”
Eloise
I brush the pad of my thumb over the metal barbell nestled just beneath the crown of his cock, marveling at the contrast of cool metal against hot, silky skin. A thrill races down my spine as I trace the curved edges, my mind spinning with the delicious possibilities of how that little piece of jewelry will feel inside of me.
There’s a fissure of worry buried underneath all that lust. It’s been . . . a while since I’ve been with anyone. And no one quite as big as Beau—or pierced. But I’ve heard stories of how amazing it feels, though. Is it wrong that I’m eager to experience it?
It feels like I should be more cautious. The situation, the setting—none of it is ideal. But somehow, it still feels right .
“You like it, Peach?” Beau’s voice is a low rumble, thick with arousal as he watches me through hooded eyes.
“I didn’t know you had this,” I murmur.
He lifts his brows in a lazy smirk. “Surprise.”
I stroke him slowly from base to tip, relishing the way he pulses and twitches in my grip. God, why is it so hot to watch him get turned on like this? Warmth rolls over me in waves, my hips rocking forward, chasing that delicious friction.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I whisper, desire making me bold.
Beau groans, his hips rocking up into my touch. “You keep touching me like this, baby, and this is gonna be over too soon.”
A needy whimper escapes my throat at his words, my core clenching with want. I release his cock reluctantly, my fingers trembling slightly as I smooth my palms over his chest.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Beau’s hands flex on my hips, his jaw clenching as he visibly reins himself in. He nods his head to the table next to us, his lips twisted to the side in a soft smirk. I didn’t even notice the rectangular black box until now.
“Unexpected bonus of our current location,” he murmurs, reaching over and plucking a condom from the discreet box in the center of the table.
I plant my hands on his knees and lean back, giving him room to roll it on. My tongue absently swipes along my lips, a primal sort of hunger pacing the cage inside of me. It feels like he awoke this beast of an emotion inside of me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put her back in after this.
“C’mere, baby,” he murmurs softly, reaching for me and curling an arm around my waist.
“I’m right here,” I breathe out, collapsing against his chest.
“I need you closer.”
Before I get to enjoy the way his cock presses against my clit, he’s rolling us. I’m on my back, stretched out along the chaise, and he’s on top of me in the next breath.
Beau settles between my thighs, his weight pressing me into the plush velvet of the chaise. He braces himself on one forearm next to my head, his other hand skimming up my thigh, pushing the fabric of my sundress out of the way. His touch feels like fire, igniting a blaze of need that consumes me from the inside out.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Eloise,” he murmurs, reverence lacing every word as his eyes roam over my face.
He drags a fingertip along the hem of my panties, pulls it to the side, and plays with my arousal. He circles my clit, and my hips jump, arching toward him. I’m so fucking turned on, I don’t think it’s going to take me long before I come.
He slides two fingers inside of me, and his small noise of approval makes my blood sing. “Look how wet you are for me. Your cunt is dripping down my hand, baby.”
My lids lower, heavy with lust as I roll my hips, fucking his fingers.
His free hand tightens around my thigh, grounding me, his voice soft against the roar of my pulse. “You’re doing so well, Peach. That’s it, keep going.”
The praise is like fuel, steadying me even as I feel like I might come undone.
“I’m going to come soon,” I warn, my eyes closing.
“Good,” he breathes against my pussy. “I wanna feel it, Peach. Give it to me.”
My eyes fly open when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my back arching off the chaise as a high, keening cry tears from my throat. Beau works me through it, his fingers pumping steadily as his tongue flicks over my clit, drawing out the pleasure.
Before I’ve even finished coming down from the high of my orgasm, the head of his cock is nudging inside of me. I clench around him, fluttering and spasming from the aftershocks still rolling through me.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as I try to catch my breath. The feeling of him stretching me, filling me so completely, is almost too much. It toes the line between pleasure and pain, the dull ache giving way to sizzling bliss with each slow thrust.
“You okay, Peach?” he murmurs, his voice strained as he stills above me, buried to the hilt.
“Oh, god,” I whimper. But it’s the metal of his piercing that has me gasping, the cool contrast against his searing flesh maddening in the best way.
“Breathe, baby.” He leans onto his forearms, hiking one leg up and wrapping it around his waist. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”
I nod and draw in a shaky breath, not trusting my voice. I’ve never felt so full, so consumed. It’s almost too much, but somehow not enough.
Beau begins to move, slow and steady, allowing me to adjust to the exquisite stretch. Each thrust is measured, controlled, hitting me in all the right places. The metal of his piercing drags along my inner walls, adding a delicious edge of sensation that has me gasping and writhing beneath him.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, his breath hot against my neck. “So fucking perfect. And so fucking mine .”
I cling to him, my nails scoring his back as pleasure builds and coils low in my belly. He rolls his hips, grinding against my clit with every deep thrust. The dual sensations send me spiraling higher, chasing the release that hovers just out of reach.
“Beau,” I moan, my voice high and breathy. “I’m so close. Please .”
He captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries of pleasure as his pace increases. His hand slides between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding my clit and rubbing tight circles.
“Come for me, Peach,” he demands against my mouth. “Let me feel this pretty little pussy squeeze my cock.”
His words are my undoing. The coil inside me snaps, my orgasm crashing over me in relentless waves. I come with a broken cry, Beau’s name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. Ecstasy floods my veins as I come and come and come.
“Goddamn, Peach,” he groans, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he comes.
But I’m too busy weathering the longest orgasm of my life. I’m flying so high, I don’t think I’ll ever land.