Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dean
Ihad gotten to Boston later than planned.
What was supposed to be a week had turned into two, and I wasn’t thrilled about it.
Maverick had left the tour the second he had the chance, telling Lou she could fuck right off if she thought he was going to stay a single minute longer than he had to.
And when I saw the look of fear in his eyes, I knew that this might be the last time we did this together as a band.
What that meant for Mulligan Downtown, I wasn’t sure.
But I had to go back to my house in California, make sure everything was in order there.
I somehow got sucked into a photo shoot, an interview, and some sort of meet and greet thing that took way too long.
I bounced on the balls of my feet on the elevator ride up to Beau’s apartment.
I couldn’t stop the excitement that rolled through my body.
It had been too long since we had been together.
I couldn’t wait to kiss him again. Have his arms around me.
I glanced at my phone before guilt hit me.
Killian had asked me to come to North Carolina to visit him and Matty, and I had brushed him off.
I felt like a terrible best friend. Especially keeping Beau from him.
Killian: Come to North Carolina, man. It feels like forever since we hung out.
Dean: I was going to spend some time with Mav. I’m already in Boston. Another time.
Killian: *sad face emoji*
Dean: Wow, you’re really pulling at my heartstrings.
Killian: It feels like you don’t love me anymore. Helena is engaged! Who am I going to complain to about that? She didn’t even tell me she was dating someone.
Dean: Um, I don’t know? Maybe your fiancé? Isn’t that what’s he’s for?
Killian: Ugh, why do you hate me?
Killian: Wait. You and my sister were together. Are you still in love with her? Is that why you don’t want me to talk to you about this? Are you still pining for her?
Dean: I can promise you that I’m over Helena. That ship sailed a long, long time ago.
To the point where I’m thinking about getting fucked by a man. A hot, hockey-playing man I’ve been hiding from you. But I left that part out. And as I stepped off the elevator, Beau was there. He yanked me into his apartment and kissed me, which had me forgetting about everything else.
“Damn, Pink, I think you got even more beautiful since the last time I saw you,” he murmured as he dragged his hands through my hair.
“And I love how long your hair is getting.” Beau’s lips found mine again just as he pushed my jacket off.
“I’ve missed you. Missed touching you, kissing you.
I want to lick every inch of your skin. Suck your cock. ”
My length ached in my pants. “Yes, please,” I whimpered as I tried to yank at the button on his jeans. I had never put my mouth on his cock, but I would. I wanted to do that. “Get these off,” I hissed in frustration.
“Easy, baby.” Beau chuckled as he pulled back.
He tugged his shirt up over his head and then did the same with mine. He smiled as he admired me, then dropped to his knees. He slowly pulled my pants and briefs down to my feet, not even giving me a chance to breathe before he sucked the tip of my cock into his hot, wet mouth.
I groaned as I watched him, my fingers tangling into Beau’s raven-colored hair. He gazed up at me, his blue eyes dark with lust. He reached back and gripped my ass to pull me closer as white-hot heat zipped up my spine. Then Beau stood back up and dragged me to the bedroom.
“Take off your pants,” he ordered as he stripped off his own. Once we were both naked, he lifted me up and placed me on the bed, blanketing me with his body. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Have you seen yourself?”
“Mm, sorry, Pink, you’re hotter.”
“Not so sure about that.”
Beau flopped down onto his back and patted his chest. “Feed me your dick.”
“Wha—What?” I stuttered over myself.
He smirked as he tried to pull me closer. “I said feed me your dick. Come sit right here and give it to me, Pink. I want to choke on it. I want tears streaming down my cheeks while you fuck my face.”
“I don’t... I’ve never done that before. Are you sure that’s what you want? I don’t want to hurt you.” I was suddenly extremely flustered.
Beau raised his brows at me. “Get that hot ass over here and feed me your cock, Dean Frost.”
I somehow managed to climb up onto Beau’s chest and then onto my knees. “Like this?” When he nodded, I moved forward. “Just tap my hip if it gets to be too much.”
“Do me a favor. Under the pillow, there is a bottle of lube. Grab that for me, would you? I want to just play with your hole a little bit.”
God, did I want that. I’d tried to experiment a little, but it was harder than I had thought.
I’d barely managed to get the tip of my finger inside before I came all over myself.
Once I found the bottle, I watched as Beau opened it and spread some on his finger.
Butterflies exploded inside my stomach, while lust filled my veins just as an idea hit me.
“Can I turn around? I want to taste you, too.”
“You want to suck my dick, Pink baby?” Beau’s voice was a low growl, and goosebumps broke out over my skin.
I nodded. “I’ll probably be horrible at it, but I want to at least try. Return the favor.” And I was more than ready.
“Spin around. Show me that pretty little pussy.”
Why was that so hot?
Beau slapped my backside with the hand that wasn’t lube up, and when I did, I stared hungrily at his beautiful dick.
Wait, was a dick beautiful? Yeah, I thought it was.
The way the precum clung to the tip. How the veins were even more prominent when Beau was hard.
Hard for me. Damn, he was hard for me. Beau wanted me.
I could do this, and he wouldn’t care if I was bad at it.
I leaned forward to drag my tongue down his length, and the saltiness of him caused me to groan softly.
Yes, yes, I liked this a lot. He smelled heady and manly.
“Fuck, Dean. Don’t make me come yet. Back up for me. Bring that ass closer.” Beau gripped my left cheek in his hand. When I did what he asked, his tongue probed my hole without hesitation. Fuck yes. I liked that. I loved it when he ate me out. It was something I never thought I would be into.
I moaned when Beau’s fingers dipped inside me. Not too deep or too intrusive. His other hand pulled lightly on my length. Jesus Christ, that felt good. But when his mouth wrapped around me, and he sucked me inside, I saw stars.
I tried my best to give Beau a decent blowjob, but it was hard to concentrate.
It was messy with spit everywhere. When I tried to suck him too far, I gagged and coughed.
My eyes grew watery until I had tears spilling down my cheeks.
But the sounds he made were enough to spur me on.
I licked and sucked as best I could while jerking him off.
My entire body buzzed with need. I was so ready to fall over the edge from the way my cock felt inside Beau’s mouth while his finger was inside of me.
I didn’t want to come yet. I was enjoying this too much.
My body trembled with pleasure as my release grew closure and closer.
I licked, sucked, and drooled all over Beau’s amazing length.
I wanted him inside me. His finger felt amazing, but I wanted to know what it felt like to have him speared inside me.
What it would be like to ride him as Beau’s fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples, fire in his baby blue eyes.
“Oh my God!” I shouted as I came, my release shooting down his throat.
I had no time to warn him. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt.
My toes curled, and my eyes rolled back.
It felt like it went on forever, and just when I finished, Beau’s cum splattered all over my chin and hand, the salty taste on my lip and tongue.
He groaned deep in his chest while he gripped my hips.
I rolled onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. “That was amazing. Sorry I didn’t warn you. And I promise to get better at the whole blowjob thing.”
“Pink.” Beau swung around so he was next to me, our feet at the head of the bed. “That was perfect.”