49. Eloise
49
ELOISE
Beau sinks to his knees before me, his hands skimming down my sides to rest on my hips. His blue eyes blaze with intensity as he looks up at me, desire and reverence mingling in their depths.
“You have no idea how crazy you make me, Peach.” Slowly, purposefully, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to the inside of my knee.
“Beau.” My breath hitches at the contact, my fingers threading through his blond hair. He trails a path of open-mouthed kisses up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his stubble rasping deliciously and igniting flames with each brush of his lips.
“I like the way my name sounds on your lips.”
His fingers dig into my hips as he nuzzles the apex of my thighs, his breath hot against my core through my panties. “I like it even better when you scream it.”
“Oh god,” I gasp, anticipation making my fingers tingle.
“That’s alright, baby, I’ll be your god if you need me to.” His fingers hook into the thin lace band of my panties and slide them down my legs, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. Cool air kisses my heated core as he stuffs the scrap of fabric in his pocket.
I look down at him, catching the feral grin he throws to me before he dips low, his tongue parting my folds in one long, slow lick.
“Oh, fuck.” A cry escapes my lips, my back arching off the hood as pleasure sparks through me like an electrical current. Beau explores me with single-minded focus, alternating between broad strokes and teasing flicks until I’m writhing on the hood of his car.
Beau’s mouth is relentless, stoking the flames higher and higher until I’m consumed by the inferno. His fingers join the assault, pumping into my core as his tongue swirls and flicks. The dual sensations are maddening, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he rumbles against my slick flesh.
His words are my undoing. I shatter with a hoarse cry, Beau’s name on my lips like a prayer as I come apart under the stars. He works me through the waves of ecstasy even as he stands up, one hand slowly working me over to prolong the pleasure.
I throw my arm over my eyes. I feel absolutely wrung out in the best way. “Jesus Christ, Beau.”
“Eyes on me, Peach. We’re not done yet,” his deep voice rumbles.
I push myself up, hooking my arm around his neck and bringing him down to me. My tongue tangles with his, the lingering taste of my arousal on his lips only stoking the flames higher.
I think I could kiss him for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.
I pour everything into the kiss. My desire, my need, the overwhelming emotions swelling in my chest. He matches me with equal fervor, one hand cupping the back of my head while the other grips my hip, pulling my body flush against his.
I can feel every inch of him through the rough denim, his hardness pressing insistently against my sensitive core. The contact sends sparks of pleasure racing through my nerve endings, my body still humming from the orgasm he just wrung from me.
He rocks his hips, grinding against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has me gasping into his mouth. Without breaking our kiss, I fumble with his belt buckle, desperation making my fingers clumsy. I need him, all of him, with an urgency that borders on feral. He brushes my hands away and undoes his jeans himself, shoving them down just enough to free his straining erection.
Beau’s hands grip my hips as he spins me around, bending me over the smooth metal of the Hellcat’s hood. The cool surface presses against my belly, a delicious contrast to the heat of his body behind me.
He nudges my feet further apart, opening me to him completely. I feel exposed, vulnerable in the most exhilarating way, my body thrumming with anticipation.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he rasps, his fingers dancing up the length of my spine before tangling in my hair. He tugs my head back, arching my neck, and dragging his lips along my jaw.
I rock back into him, feeling the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of what’s to come. “Stop teasing me, Beau.”
“You want me to stop teasing you, baby?” he rumbles, rocking his hips into me.
“Yes,” I pant, scraping my teeth against his bottom lip. “Fuck me, Beau. Please .”
His chuckle against my neck is dark and sinful, sending a shiver racing down my spine. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He sinks into me slowly, inch by torturous inch, stretching and filling me so perfectly it steals my breath. I try to rock back into him, to take him deeper, but his grip on my hips is iron, holding me still.
“Patience, Peach,” he admonishes, his voice a low growl I feel in my bones.
He withdraws until only the tip remains inside me, making me whine in frustration. But then he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase against the smooth metal of the hood as he sets a punishing pace.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.”
Each snap of his hips drives him deeper, hitting that spot inside me that has stars exploding behind my eyelids. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core, my body wound so taut I feel like I might shatter at any moment.
I fold against the hood, pressing my heated face against the cool metal. The contrast feels incredible.
He leans over me, his chest molding to my back, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. “You take me so well, baby. Like you were made for me.”
His words, rough with desire, only heighten my arousal. I close my eyes with a moan, arching my back toward him. A silent request for more.
“Keep those pretty eyes on the stars, baby,” he says, his voice like whiskey over gravel. “I want you to remember this moment every time you look at the night sky.”
I can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein of his cock as he drives into me. The cool metal of his piercing grazes that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside with each powerful thrust, sending electric shocks of pleasure zinging through my body. It’s an exquisite torture, the dual sensations of hot and cold, hard and soft, pushing me higher and higher towards the precipice.
“Oh god, Beau,” I moan, my nails digging into the smooth surface of the car hood as I try to ground myself against the onslaught of sensation. “Your cock—the piercing—I’m going to?—”
His breath is hot against my ear as he chuckles. “You like that, don’t you baby?” he rasps, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars. “You like how my cock fills you up, don’t you, Peach? How it stretches this tight little pussy so perfectly?”
I can only whimper in response, lost to the exquisite pleasure of his body possessing mine so completely. Every deep, driving thrust hits that spot inside me that has stars bursting behind my eyelids.
“I love how fucking responsive you are,” he growls, one hand sliding up my sweat-slicked back to tangle in my hair.
He tugs my head back, changing the angle of his thrusts and driving even deeper. A strangled cry escapes my lips as the new position has him hitting that spot inside me with ruthless precision.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “I want the whole fucking world to know who you belong to.”
His words, the dark promise in them, send me flying high. I’m so close, teetering on the knife’s edge of release. He seems to sense it, his hand leaving my hair to skim down my back, leaving a trail of fire. He traces the curve of my lower back, the swell of my ass, before his fingers dip into the cleft between my cheeks.
I gasp, my body tensing at the unexpected touch.
“Trust me, Peach?” he murmurs, his voice soft as he slows his thrusts.
I nod, my cheek rubbing against the hood of the car.
“Give me your words, baby.” A soft command.
“Yes,” I groan out.
“Good girl. One day we’ll play here if you want, but not tonight.” He rubs soothing circles, his touch light and teasing as he skims over the swell of my ass. “Nah, baby, tonight I’m just going to tease you.”
I can hear the grin in his voice, the dark, carnal promise. The pads of his fingers sweep over that untouched place that sends forbidden thrills racing through my body. Over and over and over again.
“Beau,” I whimper, my voice breaking on his name. It’s almost too much, this unfamiliar sensation layered on top of the delicious fullness of his cock inside me. But I crave it, crave him, with every fiber of my being.
“There she is. Let go for me, baby. I’ll catch you.” His free hand dips lower, his fingers finding my swollen clit.
“Jesus Christ, Beau,” I gasp. Pleasure sparks from every nerve ending, the familiar tingling in my toes.
“Come for me, Eloise,” Beau commands, his voice low and rough.
It’s his words, the dark promise in them, that send me flying over the edge. I shatter with a hoarse cry, Beau’s name on my lips like a prayer as ecstasy crashes over me in unrelenting waves. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, my body bowing off the car hood as I shatter into a million shimmering pieces.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, his voice strained with his own impending release. “Fuck, I can feel you coming on my cock. So tight, so perfect.”
His words, rough with strain and wonder, pierce through the haze of my climax. I force my eyes open, tilting my head to the side and finding his gaze pierced to me already. I hold his gaze as he comes with a long moan.
There’s weight in the way he looks at me, as if he’s seeing something more than what I’ve ever let anyone see before. Something raw, something real. And instead of turning away, he stays, grounding me. It’s enough to bring tears to my eyes. I close them tight, trapping the moisture like I’m trapping the three little words that suddenly sprouted behind my lips.
Maybe this isn’t falling at all.
Maybe it’s becoming.