Chapter 15
LEA
Istared down at Beau as a sharp, all-consuming possessiveness exploded through me. It felt like adrenaline, a powerful surge of something obsessive and carnal that screamed he was mine.
No one else’s.
His skin was flushed a deep crimson, his eyes hooded and glazed as he watched me move over him. The second he’d pressed his lips to mine, it was like a switch had been flipped. A primal, almost feral need to claim and consume sweeping through me.
Beau’s chest was heaving as he lay on the bed like the most precious offering. I crawled over him until I had him beneath me. His eyes were fixed to mine, and just like my fantasies, there was an arousing mix of desire and uncertainty in his dark brown gaze.
I was about to blow that doubt right out of the water and leave him with nothing but pure want.
Bracing my hands on either side of his head, I lowered myself until my mouth was on his in a gentle, reassuring press of lips.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I kissed along his jaw until I got to his ear, nipped at the lobe, then sucked it into my mouth.
Beau’s hands flew to my waist and gripped me hard as he shuddered beneath me, his breaths shaky.
Every reaction only ramped up my own arousal, my cock pulsing painfully, an intense ache I’d never felt before. Not with anyone.
“N-no,” he whispered, his voice breathy and unsteady.
I dragged my tongue down the column of his throat, feeling his fingers flex into my skin, and murmured, “I guess I’ll have to show you.”
I pulled up and sat back until my ass was resting on his cock. His hands slid down to my hips as he watched me nervously, and I couldn’t help rolling my hips. Grinding myself down on his long, thick length. His body tensed as his eyes rolled, his fingers spasming against my hips.
Holy fuck, his reactions were going to make me come.
“Lea,” he said huskily.
I trailed my fingers down his chest. “Just relax and let me make you feel good, babe.” When I got to the hem of his shirt, I dragged it up his chest. “Let’s get this off you, yeah?”
Beau nodded, gaze fixed on my hands. He let me pull it up, then leaned forward so I could get it all the way off. “Mm,” I hummed, flinging the shirt away and staring greedily at all that freckled flesh.
All mine.
I stroked both hands down his chest, along his rib cage, relishing every shudder, every tensing of his muscles, and loving how my hands looked against the sea of light brown spots.
Fuck, he was so damn pretty.
I leaned down and kissed my way up his stomach, nipping lightly, until I got to a nipple. His hands flew to my head at the first touch of my tongue, and when I suckled gently on it, he moaned, deep and low. The sound went straight to my balls, and I groaned as I made my way to his other nipple.
Beau writhed beneath me, moving restlessly as I used the flat of my tongue to draw out even more sounds from his lips. I suckled on the tight bud while grinding down on his cock, making him cry out.
I wasn’t going to last if I kept teasing him like this. I doubted he was going to last, either, and I wanted to get my mouth on him before he came—I wanted to swallow every drop as I watched him come undone for me.
I sat back and lightly pinched the nipple I’d just been sucking on. Beau bucked under me, wrapping his hand around my wrist.
“Too sensitive?”
“Yeah,” he pushed out.
“Does it feel good, though?”
His blush deepened. “Yeah, it—it feels good.”
“Good.” I flattened my hand and rubbed it over his pec, then trailed a finger down his chest, his stomach, past his bellybutton. I dropped my eyes to the waist of his jeans, then crawled back down his legs. “Can I take these off?”
He swallowed visibly, Adam’s apple bobbing, and nodded. His fingers clenched the blanket beneath him in a tight grip, and he watched my hands as they moved to the button.
The clouds of lust parted for a moment, and that was when it occurred to me that this might be Beau’s first time. Doing anything.
I paused and looked up at Beau, momentarily distracted by how gorgeous he was like this—waiting for me to give him everything he needed.
“Beau, is this your first time?” I asked softly.
He shut his eyes and turned his head to the side, raising his hand to run fingers through the soft hair on the top of his head. I splayed my fingers along his rib cage and leaned forward so I could grasp his chin and tilt his head back toward me.
He opened his eyes, and the shame I found there had me cupping his cheeks and pressing my forehead to his. I kissed him, then said, “No one’s ever given me a first like this before. I promise you, Beau, it’ll be good. So fucking good.”
Beau stared back at me, licked his lips, and said, “I know. I trust you, Lea.”
I groaned and kissed him fiercely, then pulled back and hopped off the bed.
“Wait, w-where are you going?” There was true fear in his voice now, making my chest constrict, and I stroked a soothing hand down his calf.
“Nowhere, sweetheart. You think I’d be able to go five feet from you when I’ve finally got you right where I want you?
” I held his uncertain gaze as I slid my shorts down my legs, savoring the strangled gasp that escaped him, the hungry, yearning weight of his eyes on my cock covered in dark blue silk and lace.
I slid my fingers an inch beneath the lace as he watched me.
“You like this, baby? You like seeing me looking pretty for you?”
“Oh my god,” he choked out. “Yes.” He palmed his dick with one hand, groaning.
I crawled back onto the bed and moved his hand away. “No, that’s mine to play with. I want you to just lie there and be good for me. And you want to be so good for me, don’t you, Beau?”
A whine came from his throat, and he nodded.
“Good boy.” I quickly undid the button and zipper of his jeans, sliding them down his legs, pulling them off, and throwing them over the side of the bed.
His cock was right there, just beneath that thin layer of black cotton, and I wrapped my hand around the thick, hot length of him through his boxer briefs.
Beau bucked at the touch, panting loudly in the quiet room, and when I brought my mouth down and licked him through the cotton, he cried out.
“I can’t wait to see you,” I murmured. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined what you look like? How you taste? How you feel? I bet it’s better than anything I could think up.”
“Lea…please,” he begged.
Chuckling against his length, I began to slowly peel away his boxers. Oh, fuck me, his cock was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. I stared hard at it as I dragged his underwear down his legs, unable to get rid of them fast enough.
He was uncut and so hard the crown was peeking past his foreskin and glistening with precum, the base of his shaft nestled in short, tight, dark brown curls.
And fuck me, there were freckles. Not as many as what covered the rest of his body, just a few. But I was dying to get my tongue on them.
My own cock throbbed as an intense arousal flooded me. When I looked up, Beau had his hands over his face.
No, that wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all.
I kissed his cock, then moved up his body until I could grasp his wrists, pulling them away from his face. “I want you to watch me lose my mind over you. Can you do that for me, Beau? Because you’re so damn gorgeous, and I’m about to fall apart down here.”
“Okay,” he said, his deep voice hoarse and strained.
I kissed the tip of his nose. “Good. You’re so good, love.”
I scooted back again until my thighs were caging his legs in and that delicious cock was right where I wanted it.
I wrapped my hand around him, eyes darting up to watch as his stomach muscles clenched tightly, then higher to his face.
His gaze was riveted to what I was doing, so I gave a few firm, slow strokes up and down, watching as his foreskin pulled back on the downstrokes, making the swollen head poke out even more.
A few drops of precum slid down to pool in the foreskin.
“Fuck,” I rasped. I kept stroking him, mesmerized by the way his foreskin moved, the way his thighs began trembling, captivated by his short gasps, hitching moans, quiet whimpers.
My body felt like it was overheating, my cock an endless ache between my legs.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I leaned down and slid my tongue along his slit, carefully moving the foreskin down with my hand.
“Lea!” Beau burst out, his hands clutching at my head, fingers trembling.
“That’s it, baby. Hold onto me while I take care of you.” I brushed my thumb reassuringly over his hip bone him before closing my lips over his hard length.
I moaned at the first taste of him, bitter and sweet at the same time, mixed with the intoxicating musk of his arousal. I slid my tongue around the exposed crown, then flattened it along his length as I took him deeper.
Beau was going absolutely crazy above me, little cries leaving his lips with every exhale, his fingers pulling at my hair in a way that was driving me wild.
I sucked as I moved back up, and relaxed my throat, taking him deeper every time I moved down.
He was so hot and hard and I loved the feel of him in my mouth.
Fucking delicious. I splayed one hand across the soft skin of his stomach, moving the other between his legs, gently rolling his balls.
“Fuck,” he panted. I’d never heard him swear like that before, and it only turned me on even more. “Oh, f-fuuuck. Lea. Lea. Lea, I’m g-gonna—”
My own balls drew up at his frantic cries, at the way every word sounded like it was punched out of him.
I pulled off his cock and panted, “Come on, baby. Come in my mouth.” I took him as deep as I could, swallowing around his length.
I looked up in time to see Beau’s mouth drop open as his eyes rolled back in his head, his entire body flushed a pretty pink.