Chapter Thirty-Four
Dean
Iwanted to see what Beau was doing. I wanted to watch him open me open and twist his thick fingers inside of me.
My body trembled with need as I waited for him to do just that, but he was taking his sweet time with me.
Licking, sucking, and fucking me with his tongue.
Not that I wasn’t enjoying that. Because I was.
It was probably one of my favorite things when it came to sex with him.
I just needed Beau inside of me, breaking me open and making me scream his name.
“You’re awfully quiet, Dean,” Beau murmured. “Are you having second thoughts? We can stop any time you want. Just say the word. We can just get one another off, or if you’re not into this, we can go to bed and cuddle. Whatever you want, baby.”
I glanced down to find him watching me with hooded eyes. “I’m haven’t changed my mind,” I assured him. I reached for my aching cock, only for him to shake his head. “Please?” I begged.
“Remember what I told you.” Beau stood up and pulled me down toward the end of the bed. “If you come, I’ll come, and then it’s game over, Pink. I don’t have two rounds in me. Not at my age.”
I pretended to pout. “That doesn’t seem fair to me, babe. It’s not my fault you’re old.” I roared with laughter when his brows shot up his forehead. “I’m kidding.”
“I’ll show you old. Lift those fucking legs back up for me, baby,” Beau ordered, and when I did, I heard the sound of the lube as he popped it open. “Do I need a condom?”
Oh, right. We hadn’t talked about that, and I mentally kicked myself for not bringing it up. “I’ve always used protection before. Maybe this time we use a condom, and then we can both get tested, so next time we don’t have to,” I suggested.
“Next time?” Beau asked.
My heart stuttered in my chest. “I mean, if you don’t want a next time, that’s cool, too.
I don’t want to jump to conclusions.” I tried to swallow around the lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat.
Maybe this wasn’t as big of a deal for Beau.
Maybe it was just fun, and when it was over, that was it. He had a lot to worry about besides me.
“I’d like a next time, Dean,” Beau whispered. He pushed my legs down so he could kiss me, soft and slow. “I think I’d like to be able to come inside of you, fill up your ass with my cum, and have you so full that you feel it for days. And know who you belong to.”
I reached up to touch his face. “You, Beau. I belong to you.” Because I fell in love with you somewhere over the past couple of weeks. But I didn’t say that. Not yet. I didn’t want to scare him.
“Damn right,” he growled. “Let’s get you ready for me.”
I grabbed my thighs to lift them back up and tried to relax. Nerves swam around inside my belly just as I felt Beau’s finger right at my backside. I closed my eyes and then I felt his tongue at the tip of my cock, his mouth hot and wet.
“Oh.” I gasped.
“Mm, there you go, Dean. Relax for me. Open up and let me inside,” Beau cooed. “You’re going to love this.”
Beau’s finger breeched me, and I moaned softly.
I knew I would love it, too. I’d wanted it for a lot longer than I wanted to admit.
I had been curious for a while, watching porn quietly on my own, enjoying the way the men had seemed to lose themselves in one another.
It was hot, the sex, the way they handled one another.
I wasn’t scared to admit that to myself that.
I wanted that. I wanted someone to push me onto the bed, shove my legs open, and just take me. I didn’t want to have to be in control.
“You’re a good boy. You can take another finger now, can’t you, Pink?” Beau asked.
Goosebumps broke out over my skin. “Yes.”
I would do anything he wanted if he continued to praise me like that.
I wasn’t sure why I liked it so much, but I wasn’t going to complain.
I wasn’t even aware I had a Daddy kink until recently, either.
My eyes rolled back when the second digit joined the first, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips.
“That’s it, baby. Let it out. Tell me how much you like it when I open you up.
Get you ready for me so I can just slip right in.
Fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name.
” Beau purred as he scissored his fingers inside of me.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this.
I need you to think about me every single day you’re gone, so when you come back, you let me bend you over the couch and fuck you again. Until you beg me for it.”
I saw stars when he hit that spot inside of me that lit me up like a Christmas tree. “Fuck.” I dug my nails into the muscles of my thighs. “Don’t stop. More, I can take more.”
“You’ve touched yourself before, haven’t you?”
“I have.”
Beau groaned. “Just fingers or something more?”
“Fingers. I haven’t graduated to toys yet. I have them, though.” I wasn’t even embarrassed about it. How could I be? The man had his fingers buried in my ass, and I was begging him for more. “Maybe, some time, you could watch me.”
Beau’s fingers stilled inside me. “Watch you? You want me to watch you get yourself off, Pink baby?”
“I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought.
.. Oh my God!” I nearly screamed when I felt a third finger fill me up.
“Holy... That’s it. That’s so good. Oh my fuck.
” I couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of my mouth.
“Beau, oh yes. Fuck me. Please. I want you inside of me. I need you. Please, please, please, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good for you. So good. Please.”
Beau growled, and my cock jerked at the sound. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Dean.”
He slowly pulled his fingers out, and I felt myself clench at the emptiness. I heard the sound of the wrapper of the condom, then the lube as Beau slicked himself up, and then he was between my legs, his dick notched against my hole.
“This is it, Pink. Last chance to change your mind.”
“I won’t change my mind. I want you.”
“Good, because I want you, too. Remember to relax, bear down, and most importantly, breathe for me.”
I stared up at him as Beau began to press against me.
My heart was loud as it thumped wildly against my chest, and I tried to relax to let him in.
He leaned forward to slide his lips against mine just as his cock head slipped inside.
My eyes went wide as Beau’s tongue licked at my mouth.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands gripped his shoulders, and despite a little burning, I wanted more. I needed him.
“You doing okay?” Beau whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nodded. “You could never hurt me, babe.” His pupils dilated. “I can take more.”
“You want more?” he asked, then pushed in deeper. I moaned softly. “You like that, don’t you, Pink?”
I dug my nails into his skin. “It... It feels so good.”
My body felt like it was on fire as pleasure ripped through my blood. Every time Beau pushed farther inside, he hit that spot that had me seeing stars, and I thought I might burst into a million pieces.
“Mm, your tight little hole is squeezing me so good,” Beau murmured, his mouth finding mine. He wrapped his arms around my body to pull me closer.
I whimpered. “Fuck me. I want you to. I can take it.” I wanted to feel what it was like. “Please, Daddy, fuck me with your big cock and make me come. Don’t hold back.”
Beau kissed me hard, let go of me so I was flat on my back, and then patted my legs. “Hold them up as high as you can, baby. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else,” he warned.
And then Beau proceeded to fuck me into next week.
He pounded his cock into me like a jackhammer, and all I could do was take it.
Which is exactly what I wanted. It was hot watching the way he fucked.
Beau gritted his teeth, growled that I was his, that no one else would ever be able to have my ass, and that he would kill anyone who tried.
That shouldn’t turn me on the way it did, but pleasure streaked up my spine, and heat pooled in my belly at his words.
“Yes, oh, fuck me, yes!” I chanted over and over again.
Sex had always been enjoyable, but it had never felt like this. I whimpered and moaned, groaned and grunted as Beau fucked me. I begged him for more. I pleaded with him to make me come. To let me touch my aching cock that was so hard it hurt.
He smirked down at me while beads of sweat spilled down his cheeks. “You want to come for me, Pink baby?”
“Please, Daddy. I’ve been good.”
“Oh, you’ve been such a good boy for me.”
My dick throbbed. “Can I? Please, can I come for you?” My fingers itched to touch myself. I knew the second I did, I would come.
“Yes, baby, come for Daddy.” Beau’s blue eyes were dark like the night sky, and when they dropped to my length just as I wrapped a hand around myself, he groaned. “Such a good, good boy.”
My orgasm had me seeing stars. Cum splattered against my stomach and chest as I chanted Beau’s name over and over again.
My body trembled as pleasure pulsed through my body, and just when I thought it was over, a second, smaller climax shot through me, punching the breath from my lungs, just as a low moan ripped escaped Beau’s throat.
“Fuck, fuck, Dean, fuck, baby.” His fingers dug into my hips so hard I knew they would bruise, but I didn’t care. I wanted that. I wanted his marks on my skin. His cum in my ass. I wanted him. I wanted Beau and everything about him.
When I felt Beau start to ease himself from my body, I winced at the slight burning sensation.
My limbs were suddenly heavy, and sleep felt like it was trying to drag me under.
But I was ready. I wanted to talk to him.
Tell him how I felt. That I was in love with him and needed to know if Beau felt the same.
“I’ll be right back, Pink,” Beau promised, and then the mattress lifted as he climbed from the bed. I heard the sound of the water from the bathroom and then felt him wiping me with a warm cloth. “You might be sore in the morning.”
Good. I wanted to feel him for days. Remember this moment. I turned to look up at him. “Thank you.” I could tell him tomorrow. Those three words I was scared to say. And hope it didn’t ruin everything.
“No need to thank me, Pink.” He leaned down to kiss me softly.
And then I let sleep pull me under.