Chapter Twenty-One
Dean
When we got to Beau’s apartment, the lights were off, and Cole was asleep.
Beau stared at me like I was his last meal.
And I wanted nothing more than for him to feed from me.
To kiss me like a starved man. But he hadn’t even touched me since we left the bar, and I was beginning to wonder if maybe he only wanted to be just friends.
“Beau—”
He shook his head. “Bedroom.” He loosened his tie. “Now, Pink.”
Heat pooled in my belly, and my cock thickened in my jeans. Did he still want me? Was he going to fuck me tonight? I wanted that. I had jerked off to the thought too many times. I had watched plenty of porn and fantasized about what that would be like. How good it would feel.
“I need you in my bed, Dean.” Beau’s lips brushed over the shell of my ear. “Naked.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. Well, technically he did. I rushed to his bedroom, where I stripped off my clothes and dropped them in a pile on the floor. I climbed onto the bed, and when he walked in, Beau leaned against the doorframe, watching me. His eyes slowly drank me in.
“Is this what you wanted?” I reached down to stroke myself as Beau stepped into the room.
He shut and locked the door behind him. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“No, sir.”
“Then why are you?”
I dropped my hands to my side. “Sorry,” I whispered. I stared at him as he watched me, his gaze burning into me like a hot flame. “Are you going to get naked?”
“I’m enjoying the view first.” Beau was next to me now, and when he combed his fingers through my hair, I purred. “I missed having you in my bed.”
I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my throat. “I missed you,” I admitted again.
He tugged on my hair to angle my head, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the kiss I knew was coming. Our mouths crashed together just as Beau blanketed my body with his heavier one, pressing me into the mattress.
“Pink, Pink, Pink,” he murmured. “Forgive me.” He dropped wet kisses against my jaw and neck. He sucked fresh hickeys against my skin, his hands gripping my hips to keep me still. “I’ve never been so jealous of anyone before in my life.”
I whimpered at his touch. “I like that you were jealous.”
“Really?” Beau stopped to look at me, his pupils blown wide with heat. “Say you forgive me. I won’t do it again. I promise. I want to see where this is going between us, Dean.”
I cupped his cheek with my hand, feeling the scruff of his beard against my palm. “I forgive you.”
And then we were kissing again while I was trying to remove the jacket Beau was still wearing, along with the rest of his clothes.
I wanted to feel all of his warm skin against mine.
Feel his muscles against me. His big body against my smaller one.
I wanted him to kiss me everywhere. I wanted him to—
“Fuck me,” I gasped when we broke apart. “Please.”
Beau nipped at my jaw. “That’s going to happen, Pink. I promise. Not tonight, but soon.”
“Why not tonight?” I watched as he climbed from the bed and finally removed his coat.
He smirked at me. “Have you ever put anything up there?” When I shook my head, Beau leaned down to kiss me softly. “I want you to work up to my dick. My tongue first. A finger. Then two. Maybe a toy. Then my cock.”
My own length jerked at the thought, and precum leaked from the tip. “I want to feel you inside of me so bad. I want to know what it’s like. I’m desperate.”
“And I promise that you will.” He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal all that ink-covered skin. “But I want it to feel good when I’m inside you. The wait will be worth it.”
I watched, wide-eyed, as he removed his pants and briefs, revealing the rest of his beautiful body. Why had it taken me so long to realize I was into men? Everything about Beau turned me on. Drove me insane.
Beau gave me a sexy smile as he climbed back onto the bed. “You okay, Pink?” He dragged a finger over my nipple, stopping to tug on my piercing. It sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine and straight to my balls.
“Fuck.” I whimpered. “Do that again.”
Beau raised his brows. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Please. Please do that again.” I would sell my soul for him to do that again. If he’d touch me like that. Kiss me. Lick me. Suck me. Anything to have his fingers, tongue, or lips on my body.
He chuckled softly. “Much better, Pink.” He dragged a finger over both of my nipples and pinched them. My hips bucked off the mattress. “You like that.” Beau leaned down to take one hard bud into his mouth while pulling and tugging at the other.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I panted. I had never really been into nipple play before, but I felt like I could come just from that. “God, that feels so good.” My hands found their way into Beau’s dark hair as pleasure streamed through my body.
He hummed softly, his teeth grazing my skin. He kissed his way across my chest and took the other nipple into his mouth. I saw stars. He pulled back to stare down at me. “No one has ever done that to you before?”
“Sure, but it’s never felt that good. I think it’s you.”
“Maybe you’re just really horny.”
He might be right. “Or just really into you.”
“Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” Beau asked, and when my dick twitched against him, he smiled. “I guess that’s a no.”
I touched his cheek. “Are you going to do that?”
“Do you want me to?” Beau kissed the tip of my nose. “You can say no, Dean. I won’t be upset. I just thought it was where we could start.”
I wanted that. It sounded hot and looked like something I would enjoy. I had seen it a lot in the porn I had watched. “Yes, please, I want that.”
“Mm, that’s a good boy.” Beau dropped a kiss on my lips, then slid down my body.
He pressed kisses against my chest, my stomach, and grinned up at me when he caught me watching.
He dragged his tongue around my belly button, down the blond hairs of my happy trail, and then pushed my legs apart. “Your cock is beautiful, Pink.”
I whimpered at his words, at the way he called me a good boy. His tongue dragged over the tip of my dick, and my body broke out in goosebumps. The heat of Beau’s breath when he nuzzled my sack lit a fire within me, and I couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped my throat when his mouth engulfed me.
“You’re going to have to be quiet. We can’t wake up Cole,” Beau reminded me. “Do I have to muzzle you?”
I slapped a hand over my mouth and shook my head. Did he mean a real muzzle? The thought had me leaking all over myself. Or maybe he just meant a sock or underwear.
I removed my hand to whisper, “I’ll be good.”
“I know you will, Pink. You’re a good boy. My good boy,” Beau reminded me. “Why don’t you get on all fours for me?”
I quickly did as he asked, scrambling to my knees. Beau slapped playfully at my backside, but when he didn’t touch me again, I turned around to look at him. He had his hand around his cock, his eyes on my ass, and was just staring at me.
“Do you like what you see?” I whispered. Beau’s eyes darted up to mine. “Do you?” I asked again.
“Your ass is perfect, Pink baby,” he murmured, then spread my cheeks and leaned forward.
He licked a stripe from my hole to my taint, and I valiantly tried not to make noise.
I tried to keep my moan inside and not cry out.
Only, I had never felt anything like that before.
Pleasure zipped up my spine and zapped through my body.
My cock jerked as it begged for attention, while Beau kept feasting on me like a man starved.
I fisted the blanket in my hands, shoved my face into the mattress, and cried out as his tongue worked me over, spearing inside me and making my entire body tremble with desire.
“You taste so good, Dean. You’re so fucking perfect.” Beau spread me wider. “I can’t wait until I get to fuck this pretty pink hole. Feel how tight and hot you are. Make you come on my cock. You’re going to love it. You’re going to beg me for it. You’re going to be such a good little cum slut.”
I groaned loudly. I couldn’t help myself. My balls had never felt heavier. My body had never known pleasure like this.
“Beau, please. I need to come.” I glanced behind me. “Please, please, please.” I felt his tongue as he fucked me with it. As Beau licked around the rim, my body trembled, and heat pooled inside my belly. My eyes rolled back and reached down to grip my cock.
“Don’t you dare.” Beau slapped at my hand. “Not yet.”
I whimpered. “Please, Daddy. Haven’t I been a good boy for you?” I humped the air, tried to get friction but found nothing.
“You’re such a good boy,” Beau said softly. “You deserve release. You want that so bad, don’t you?” A finger dragged over my length.
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Come for me, Pink. Touch yourself,” Beau told me.
The moment I wrapped a hand around my aching cock, I swear I saw God.
My body trembled with my release, my eyes clamped shut, and my toes curled.
I heard the splatter of it on the bed below me, and then I heard Beau’s soft groan.
His release coated my back and ass. Then I dropped onto the bed, not caring about the mess beneath me.