Chapter Five
Dean
Ididn’t break eye contact with Beau as I reached down to pop the button on my jeans.
My cock ached for relief. My balls were tight and full.
It had never, and I mean never, been like this with anyone before.
I enjoyed sex just as much as the next guy, but this felt completely different.
My underwear were soaked with precum, and I was scared I would come the second he touched me.
“Relax, Dean.” Beau’s husky voice caused goosebumps to break out over my skin. I trembled when I took in his hooded eyes, the lust and want flashing inside them.
I surged forward to kiss him again, my hands tugging and pulling at the shirt he still had on. “Need this off,” I murmured against his lips. When Beau tried to pull away, I whined and refused to let go.
“You want this shirt off or not, Pink?” he teased.
I reluctantly let him move away so he could remove his top.
“Better?”
I nodded as I ogled his chest. It was all hard muscle covered in ink.
Tattoos covered every single inch of his torso.
Bright colors splashed against his skin, and for the first time, I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
I leaned down to press my mouth against Beau’s shoulder, and he groaned loudly.
“You want help with your pants?” Beau popped a brow when I looked at him. When I just stared at him, he cupped my head with his big hands. “It’s okay if you changed your mind or are having second thoughts.”
I shook my head. “I’m not. I’m trying to take it all in. All of this is a first for me, and I don’t want to forget it.”
“You continue to say the sweetest things, Dean.” He brushed his mouth over mine.
I untangled myself from his grip and climb to my feet. I could feel Beau’s gaze digging into me as I slid down the zipper, kicked off my shoes, and removed my jeans. “Will you...Can you take off your pants?” I felt heat flame my cheeks.
“Naked or underwear?” Beau was already on his feet.
I swallowed nervously. “Underwear.” I wasn’t sure if I was ready to touch his dick yet, but I would cross that bridge when it happened. “Me?”
“You look stunning just like that, Pink,” he confessed, and then he was just in his tight briefs, his erection tenting the fabric.
Jesus, this was really happening. I was going to... Well, I wasn’t sure what we were going to do, but it was still exciting. Scary, but exciting.
Beau sat back down and patted his thighs. They were so muscular. Thick and hairy, with more tattoos there, too. I couldn’t help but place my hands on his legs, running my palms over them.
I gave him a shy smile, then he yanked me down onto his lap.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi.” Beau pressed a kiss to the side of my mouth. “If at any point you want to stop, tell me. I won’t get upset or angry with you. I want you to enjoy this, and if you get uncomfortable and change your mind, just—”
I kissed him before he could finish, my tongue curling against his inside of his mouth.
Beau’s fingers rolled over my nipples, tugging and pulling at the piercings, sending flashes of electricity straight to my cock.
I heard the sounds I made. The whimpers, groans, and sighs of pleasure were like nothing I had ever released before.
“The things I want to do to you, Dean Frost.” Beau nipped at my jaw. “I want to taste you.” He dropped his mouth to my neck, and I moaned when he began to suck the skin. “Make you fall apart on my cock. Stretch that pretty hole until you’re crying and begging me to let you come.”
I nodded. “Yes, yes. I think I’d like that.”
“Mm, I bet you would.” Beau dragged his tongue over my neck. “Next time.”
My eyes rolled back. “Yeah, next time.” I had no idea what I was saying, but if Beau suggested we jump off a bridge right now, I’d agree to it. I was lost in the heat and pleasure pulsing through my veins.
“Can I touch you now?”
“Fuck, yes, please.”
I stared down at Beau’s hands. He pulled the elastic back on my briefs, yanking them down my hips. My dick popped out and slapped against my stomach, leaving behind a sticky trail of precum. He wrapped his fingers around me.
“Shit.” I whined when he squeezed my length. “More.”
“What do you want, Pink?” Beau kissed my ear and then dragged his tongue around the outer shell. “This?” He tugged on my erection.
I nodded. “More of that, yes.”
I tried to open my eyes, but my body felt like it was on fire. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come, but I didn’t want to blow my load too fast. I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted to enjoy him.
“You have a pretty cock.” Beau dragged his thumb over the tip and then twisted around the head. My entire body lit up like a firecracker. “Everything about you is sexy, Dean. Your eyes, your body, your voice. There isn’t anything about you that doesn’t do it for me.”
I canted my hips, trying to get more friction. “Feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
“Yeah, I know, and it’s going to feel even better when I make you come. When you drip down my fingers as you shout out my name.” Beau pressed hot kisses against my chest.
All I could do was grunt out my answer. My skin felt like it was on fire; electricity zipped up my spine.
I dropped my head down into the crook of his neck.
I felt like I was going to burst into pieces.
I wanted to come, but I also wanted to hold it off.
To enjoy more of this and find out what else Beau wanted to do to me.
“Are you close?” His voice was thick with desire. “Look at me. Come for me, Pink. Let me see you fall apart like the good boy you are.”
I pulled back to meet his gaze, and shouted as I came, blood rushing through my ears. I trembled against Beau’s body as he milked me dry. My lids were heavy with sleep, but I wanted to return the favor. After all, he deserved that.
“Next time,” Beau murmured and then he moved me onto my back. He groaned, and his cum splattered against my chest just before sleep took over.
“PINK.” BEAU’S VOICE drifted through my thoughts.
I shook my head as I tried to keep dreaming.
I was kissing Beau, and he was whispering dirty words into my ear.
All the filthy things he wanted to do to me.
Calling me a good boy. Telling me I was so good for him.
Something I never thought I would be into until he said it. Guess I had a praise kink.
“Dean, your phone is ringing.”
My eyes popped open. Where the hell was I? I felt the body pressed against mine, the large, hot body, and then I remembered. That wasn’t a dream. It was real. Beau had jerked me off, and just the thought of that had my dick perking back up to attention.
“Your phone,” he murmured into my ear. “I put your clothes on the chair by the door.” Beau flipped on the light, and I was temporarily blinded.
Then I untangled myself from the hockey player whose bed I was in and went for my pants.
When I saw my brother’s name, I felt a chill run up my spine. “Mav, are you okay?”
“Actually, itt’s Jackson.”
“What happened?”
Beau was suddenly at my side, easing me into the chair, but I couldn’t stop the tears that blinded me. What if Maverick had been injured and was lying in the hospital? We just became friends again. I couldn’t lose him a second time.
Jackson didn’t speak right away. “Maverick had an anxiety attack. He’s resting now, but I thought maybe you could come by. He’s going to need as much support as possible when he wakes up.”
“An anxiety attack?” I tried to wrap my head around what Jax just said.
Jackson sighed softly. “He passed out, and I thought...” I could hear the fear in his voice. “He’s going to be fine. He’s sleeping now, but maybe you could come by? I’m sure he would like to see you.”
“Yeah, of course. I’m on my way,” I assured him.
“Thanks, Dean. See you soon.” Then the line went dead.
Beau cupped my head in his hands. “Everything all right?”
“I have to go.”
I was on my feet, pulling on my pants and shirt.
Where were my shoes? I moved into the other room and found them by the couch.
Maverick had an anxiety attack. He passed out.
Oh Jesus, my poor brother. He had taken so much of our parents’ wrath as a child, and now he was suffering for it.
And Jax. Always strong, reliable Jackson.
Why hadn’t Maverick told me sooner about the two of them?
I wish I had known. Why hadn’t I paid more attention?
I had been too worried about my own shit to notice my brother needed me.
Big hands gripped my shoulders and spun me around. “You’re freaking out,” Beau whispered. “Take a deep breath for me.”
I did as he told me and felt myself start to relax.
“Better?”
“Yeah, thanks.” I gave him a nervous smile. “I should go. Maverick needs me, and I—”
Beau kissed me softly, his lips grounding me. “I understand. I have to leave tomorrow. We’re going back to Boston.”
“Right.” Disappointment hit me like a brick. “Does that mean I won’t see you again?”
He chuckled. “No, not at all. I’m sure Maverick is coming back with Jackson. You’ll visit him, right? Or maybe when the Terriers come to California, we can meet up.”
“Is this just going to be about sex, then? Like a hookup when we’re together? Are you going to fuck other people?” I hated how that made me sound. Jealous and childish. Sick to my stomach. I had no right to ask him that question. We weren’t a couple.
Beau brushed the hair back from my forehead. “Are you?”
“I...” My voice trailed off. “No.” I didn’t want to. But we weren’t together. We hardly knew one another. But mindless sex held no interest to me anymore.
He searched my face, his blues taking everything in. “I tried to settle down once, Pink, and it didn’t work out for me the way I wanted. I don’t really date these days.” He looked like he wanted to say more but held himself back.
“Right, I understand.” I pulled away and headed toward the door.
“So, I’ll see you when I see you then.” I waited for Beau to protest, to tell me that he wanted to be with me, or at least to try to see if this thing between us could be more.
But when he didn’t, disappointment settled over me. “Thanks.”
Beau grabbed my wrist. “For what?”
“Tonight. Treating me like I was just a normal guy.”
“You are a normal guy, Pink. A normal hot guy.”
I wanted to go back to joking and flirting, but it hurt too much. It wasn’t like I came over to his hotel room thinking this was going to be something, but I liked Beau. And that scared me.
“Yeah, well, thanks for that. I’ll see you around.”
Beau didn’t force me to stay, just gave me a quick nod and let me walk out the door. Without even a kiss or a hug goodbye. I forced myself not to turn around to see if he was watching as I waited for the elevator, and I tried to stop the tears that stung my eyes and slipped down my cheeks.