Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BEAU
Her ass flexes against the length of me and I can’t help but grow hard against her.
It’s been absolute torture lying here with her crying in my arms and having to control my physical reaction to her.
She’s upset, and I’d feel like I was taking advantage if I tried something now.
Plus, we are all wrong for each other, even if it feels like it could be right.
She moves against me again and I glance down to see why, right as she unzips that sexy as hell sweater dress she wore on her date tonight.
The dress falls open, revealing her creamy, smooth peach skin.
My mouth goes dry and my dick aches with how hard it is.
She’s wearing the sexiest fucking lingerie I’ve ever seen.
Some sort of low-cut black lace bra that barely contains her breasts, which are even bigger than I thought.
The pink circles around her nipples peek out from the top of the lace.
She’s also got a thick band of lace high on her hip and a barely there scrap of black lace between her legs.
Sierra reaches behind her to find my hand where it rests against my own leg, and ever so slowly, she slides it onto her hip. She looks up at me over her shoulder, and her puffy eyes have returned to normal. “Please,” she whispers. “I want you so badly.”
I don’t know what’s led to this sudden change, but I’m here for it.
“You sure?” I ask. I need her like I need oxygen, and I have a feeling that the fantasies of us together that I’ve been jerking off to daily will pale in comparison to the real thing. But she has to know that it’s just sex, that I can’t give her more than that.
“I’m positive,” she says, leading my hand down to her underwear and pushing my fingertips beneath the fabric there.
My hand stills involuntarily. My body is screaming “touch her,” and I ache to bury myself inside her. But some part of my brain knows I need to set things straight first. “You know this can’t be more than sex, right? I’m leaving in two weeks.”
“I know, and it’s fine,” she says, then arches her back as she stretches up to press her lips against mine.
She has the most kissable lips I’ve ever tasted.
They’re soft and thick and perfect. She opens for me the minute my lips touch hers, pulling my lower lip into her mouth and letting out a sexy little groan while she rocks her hips back into my erection and pushes my hand further down into her underwear.
The minute my fingertips come into contact with her slick center, I know there’s no turning back.
She’s so wet for me, there’s no denying how badly she wants me, no trying to convince myself she doesn’t mean it.
Those silky juices coat my fingers as I drag them down the seam between her legs.
Then she really groans into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine as her hips rise to claim my fingers.
But I tease her, running my fingers from her clit to her anus and back again, even as her hips buck wildly beneath my hand.
She pulls her head back and I prop myself up on my elbow so I’m looking down at her. “Don’t tease me, Beau. You know what I want.”
Who is this brazen woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it?
“Do I?” She’s so hot when she’s sexually frustrated, so I run my lips across her forehead and down her nose instead of giving her what she’s asking for.
She takes my hand, pulls it to her mouth, and sucks two fingers deep inside, then pulls them out and twirls her tongue around the pads of my fingers before guiding them back down to her underwear, which she pulls down her legs with her other hand.
I run those two fingers against her clit, circling a few times until she makes soft panting sounds, and then I delve in.
I push my fingers in as far as they’ll go and those soft, wet muscles move to accommodate me but I don’t bottom out, which means she’ll be able to take all of me when I finally fuck her the way I’ve literally dreamed about for years.
“Yes,” she whispers as she rides my fingers, taking me by surprise as she reaches out and strokes me through my sweats. I like her being the aggressor.
“Fuck,” I growl, then lean down over her shoulder and sweep my tongue under the lace cup of her bra, drawing her nipple into my mouth.
I suck on it gently, then swirl my tongue around the hard peak, trying to gauge what she likes.
If her soft groans of satisfaction are any indication, she likes everything I’m doing.
She arches her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth, and murmurs softly, “Yes, Beau. Yesssssss.”
Her hips move faster and I curl my fingers inside her, stroking the ridge of muscle and nerves I can feel against the tip of my middle finger.
She grinds her pubic bone along the heel of my hand and I can feel what that friction against her clit does for her as the muscles inside her start to clench against my fingers.
She dips her hand into my sweats and under the waistband of my boxer briefs and grips my shaft.
Her hand is like satin as it slides along my bare skin, and when she sweeps her thumb over my tip, I suck her nipple into my mouth roughly.
There is so much need coursing through me right now, I feel like a tightly wound spring ready to go off, but not before I give her the first of the many orgasms I plan on showering her with tonight.
“Beau, yes,” Sierra pants, “just like that. I’m so close . . . I’m going to spill brownies everywhere.”
What the hell?
My mouth releases her nipple and my head jerks up, and when I open my eyes to see what she’s talking about, I realize that a sleeping Sierra is pressed up against me, where I was just asleep behind her on the couch.
My head falls back onto my arm. Fuck.
As I lie there trying to slow down my racing heart, I remind myself of all the reasons that it’s a good thing that didn’t really happen.
My sister’s best friend. Older woman who wants to settle down.
Nate’s warning about ruining my relationship with my family.
I repeat the reasons in my head several times, hoping they’ll calm the raging hard-on that’s pressed up against Sierra’s ass.
And then my dad’s voice infiltrates my thoughts.
Not everyone has the mental fortitude to see their commitments through.
It’s just who you are. I think he’d meant to be supportive.
I was just a teenager, and I’d fucked up badly.
I was about to get my first sponsorship and had dreams of going pro with snowboarding.
But the sponsor pulled out after someone sent them a video of me in a drunken stupor, trying to board down a handrail on a set of stairs with not enough snow.
I’d landed in a heap after dropping off the rail and having the tip of my board get caught on one of the cement steps jutting out of the snow—which I’d have seen if I weren’t snowboarding at night, drunk—and I’d ended up with a concussion and a broken arm. It’s just who you are.
Just who I am . . . someone who is definitely not good enough for her.
Sierra moves in her sleep, and she presses her ass against me, just like in my dream. But unlike in my dream, she’s not awake and unzipping that sweater dress. But she does let out a little moan, and her hips flex forward before pushing back against my erection again.
And just like that, I’m picturing her riding my fingers while I suck her perfect breasts into my mouth.
“Yes.” She moans, and my hips reflexively push forward as she grinds her ass along my dick.
Oh shit. I scoot back against the back of the couch so there’s a sliver of space between us, and Sierra moans again.
I hold my breath. Though I can guess what she’s dreaming about right now, I can’t imagine who she’s picturing.
And it makes me feel like such a creep that I was dreaming about getting her off.
But it all felt so real, part of me wishes I could have held onto that dream a little longer, just so I could know what it felt like to be buried inside her.
To move over her and hear my name wrapped up on her sighs of pleasure.
I have no idea how long my dick has been this hard, but at this point, it’s almost painful. And I can feel it jutting out from my body, defying the boxer briefs and sweatpants that should be holding it in place.
Next to me Sierra moans again, followed by several soft sighs released in quick succession.
Every nerve in my body is on high alert, needing to touch Sierra, wanting to pull her back against me and wake her up and show her how badly I want to fuck her.
But I’m one hundred percent a full consent kind of guy, and there’s no way that waking her up out of this sex dream she’s having by rubbing my dick against her equals consent. Fuck.
I very slowly pull myself up against the back of the couch, then get up on one knee and swing my leg up over Sierra.
I step off the couch as gingerly as I can and manage not to touch her.
But as I glance down at her, I notice that the top of her dress is unzipped a bit, and one of her hands is shoved up inside it against her breast. She moans again and I practically run to the bathroom, where I shut the door as quietly as humanly possible, strip off my clothes, and step into the shower.