Chapter 7
JULES
This was crazy.
Or, perhaps, it might have simply seemed that way.
I’d known Beau for a matter of weeks, and I had just begged him to take me inside. Begged him to fulfill that promise he’d made me. My body was burning up, and all I wanted was to feel his lips on every inch of my skin.
Perhaps Beau was right. Maybe I was just a little bit crazy.
But right now, I didn’t care.
There was something about Beau that I was drawn to. Lots of things, in fact. The tattoos and great body and handsome face, for starters. But also, the wonderful attitude and kind heart and teasing, easygoing nature.
The kissing, too. That might have been the one thing I couldn’t ignore that pulled me to him like a magnet.
And in this very moment, that attraction was all that mattered to me.
Beau had barely stopped kissing me since he’d captured my mouth outside.
I couldn’t tear my attention away from everything he was doing and making me feel.
Even when his lips had journeyed along my jaw and down the front of my throat, giving me the opportunity to take in parts of his home, I didn’t care to look.
All I wanted was him. Every part he had to give.
Fortunately, Beau appeared to be intent on giving me everything and taking his time to do it, too.
He carried me through his house, holding me tight and kissing me senseless, until he finally lowered me to his bed and whipped off my shirt.
When his big body came over mine, it was like being in paradise. “Do you know just how beautiful you are, Jules?”
It seemed he wasn’t interested in getting a response, because he dropped his mouth to mine again, his hand sliding up my side until it stopped just beneath my breast. The restraint it took for me not to reach for that hand and place it right where I wanted it was massive.
But it paid off.
Because at about the same time Beau tore his mouth away and began his descent down along the side of my neck toward my collarbone with his lips and tongue, that hand finally shifted and covered my breast.
His mouth went lower, lower, lower while Beau curled his fingers around the material of my bra and yanked it down. The air had barely kissed my naked skin before Beau’s mouth was there.
My back arched off the bed, sending my flesh deeper into his mouth, and Beau groaned as he licked and sucked my nipple, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud. “Beau,” I moaned.
He groaned again at the sound of his name, but he didn’t stop. Beau was intent on fulfilling his promise, taking his time with every inch of my body. His mouth journeyed from one side to the other, his hands roaming wherever they could reach.
I was lost in a mess of sensations as Beau kissed and teased and touched me, seemingly intent on learning every part of me. I wanted to be able to do the same with him, to take my time exploring his body, but the most I could do was move my hands over his smooth, warm skin.
I couldn’t say that was a bad thing. Beau was doing things to me I didn’t know were even possible. Of course, it wasn’t as though I had much to compare it to beyond one horrible experience.
Although I didn’t doubt that Beau was going to make this wildly satisfying, I worried I might die from anticipation. The way he was building me up without even removing my pants was the kind of thing he should have won an award for.
Whether it was my moaning or squirming or pleading that eventually prompted it, I didn’t know, but Beau lifted his body from mine, undid my pants, and dragged them down my legs, removing them and my shoes in one swift move.
The way he looked at me while he unbuttoned his jeans and allowed them to drop to the ground was wicked, like he had thoughts and plans for me running through his mind that I couldn’t possibly conjure on my own.
I took a moment to appreciate him and the very clear work he’d done to build his body to what it was.
Narrow hips, muscular thighs, broad chest and shoulders, and strong arms. Looking at him was like looking at a Greek god.
There wasn’t anything that wasn’t perfect about him.
The handsome face, captivating eyes, and wicked smile were icing on a flawless cake.
Through my labored breaths, I panted, “I don’t know how I’m going to survive this.”
Beau pressed his knee on the bed and climbed in, placing his hand on my outer thigh. “Why do you say that?”
He’d already had a reaction to learning about the age difference between us.
Given what he’d done with just his hands and his mouth since he’d gotten me in this bed, I couldn’t be ignorant about the difference in our experience in the bedroom.
I didn’t want to ruin whatever he had planned, so I decided to keep that detail to myself for now.
“You’re… You don’t slack when it comes to delivering pleasure.”
His fingers crawled up my thigh toward my hip, where they curled around the lace fabric of my panties there. “I imagine it wouldn’t be very much fun for you if I did.”
“I presume you are correct.”
Bringing his hand to my opposite hip, grabbing hold of my underwear, he dragged them down my legs and tossed them aside.
His eyes roamed, dipping to that intimate spot between my thighs as he said, “You told me to fulfill my promise, Jules.” He shifted his focus to my face and touched me right where I was aching, forcing a gasp from me.
“I’m not going to stop giving you anything until you can’t walk straight. ”
A shiver ran along my spine at the promise in those words spoken with such a deep tone. Plus, if the evidence of what I saw straining beneath his boxer briefs was any indication, the size of him might be enough to make his goal a reality.
For a few seconds, Beau rubbed gentle circles between my legs, coating me in the wetness that had gathered there, as he dropped to his side next to me and captured my breast in his mouth again.
One of my hands gripped the blanket beneath us, seeking to control the sensations. But when Beau nudged my legs a bit wider and plunged a finger inside, I lost all sense of myself. A guttural moan filled the air, my eyes slamming shut as my head pressed deeper into the mattress.
I had no idea—none—that it could feel like this. That it was supposed to feel this way. Evidently, there was a big difference between a boy and a man when it came to sex, and it was safe to say Beau was one hundred percent man.
Beau slid a second finger inside, picked up the pace of his hand, and pressed his thumb to my clit. I was squirming, undulating my hips, and chasing that high I’d only ever found courtesy of my own hand.
Whether instinct or desperation had taken over, I was unsure, but my hand that had been pinned between our bodies shot to the side and curled around Beau’s length. He released my breast and hissed, pressing his hips forward into my hand while using his teeth against my nipple.
His hand never stopped moving, and the pull that had been building deep in my belly built and built. The next thing I knew, I was crying out in pleasure as my orgasm tore through me, Beau working me through it.
When I made it to the other side and his hand had slowed to a stop, I rolled my head in his direction and saw him staring at me with something I couldn’t read in his eyes. “Feel good?”
“Incredible.”
His lips curved into a smile. “Good. I hope you’re not exhausted just yet, because I’m not done with you.”
Although I could’ve easily curled up and fallen asleep for how sated I felt, the thought of not having everything with this man was enough for me to respond with urgency. “Are you suggesting you’d be content to leave me disappointed and unsatisfied?”
His expression turned incredulous. “Didn’t you just come?”
“I did, but it’d be a shame if I didn’t get to have all of you. In fact, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t make me wait any longer.”
Beau chuckled as he removed his underwear and pulled out a condom. “My sincerest apologies.”
My eyes dropped to his manhood, and for a moment, I tensed, and my lips parted. He was large, much larger than I thought could fit inside me.
“Is there a reason you’ve stopped breathing?” he asked.
I snapped my lips together and let out a long breath through my nose. “You’re not small.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“But you’re… you’re very large.”
Beau brought his face to within inches of mine and cupped me behind my head. “I won’t do anything to hurt you, gorgeous.”
I nodded slowly and rasped, “Okay.”
He hesitated for a moment. “Do you still want this? Do you still want me?”
My belly trembled with nerves. What if he only thought I could handle him, but I really couldn’t? What if I was the one who left him disappointed? God, that would be mortifying.
“I do,” I whispered. “I just don’t want… What if I can’t take all—”
Beau pressed his thumb to my lips. “Shh. I’m not going to do this if you’re unsure. If you want to stop, we can stop. It’s fine.”
“I don’t want to stop. I’m just afraid.”
“Jules, it won’t bring me any pleasure to see you in pain, so I need you to trust me when I say that I won’t do anything to hurt you. I’ll go slow until you’ve had enough time to adjust. Okay?”
I swallowed roughly, realizing that the simple fact Beau was taking the time to address my concern was reason enough for me to trust him. Feeling reassured, I lifted my head and brushed my lips against his before stealing a kiss.
Beau’s tongue slipped past my lips, exploring every recess of my mouth. He arranged his body over mine, his hips settling between my parted thighs.
He reached down between our bodies to position himself and separated our mouths. “Your kisses are unbelievable, but I need to see your face right now.”