Chapter 23 #2
Beau’s eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks fire-engine red. I brushed my thumb along his bottom lip.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I want that too.”
“Good.” I stroked my fingers along the fuzz above his ear and he closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.
He still had fistfuls of my shirt in his hands, and fuck, I wished we were back home so we could finish what we started. One glance told me Beau was just as hard as I was, and unless we wanted to traumatize anyone who looked our way, we needed to cool down a bit.
“Damn it,” I cursed. “Let’s put this on pause and…think about gross things,” I said, reluctantly leaning away from him. “Like people who don’t use turn signals. Ugh. Monsters.”
Beau laughed, the sound of it coiling around my heart, and I took his hand again, lacing our fingers together.
Someone squealed and we both turned our heads to see a woman jumping up and down with a small bouquet of flowers, a bashful-looking man standing in front of her. Who gave someone flowers at the beach?
“Do you like flowers, Lea?” I looked at Beau, who was watching me with a contemplative expression, his cheeks still flushed a pretty pink.
“Hm. I dunno. No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.”
“Oh. Maybe— ”
“Guys, help me!” Judy came barreling out of the store lugging four huge bags, obviously struggling with the weight of them. Good god, this girl.
With a sigh, I got up to help my sister carry the bags. “Judy…I think you have a problem.”
“I’ve got two big strapping men to help me, I see no problems here.”
Right.
“Thank god Riley invited Judy out again. Although…you don’t think they’re getting up to any funny business, do you?” I flicked the lock on the door and turned toward Beau, who was slipping his sandals off.
We’d decided to skip the swimming lesson for tonight—both of us were impatient to pick up where we’d left off on that bench.
“Uh…no? I thought Riley was gay?” he said.
I choked and then burst out laughing. “What? No. He’s straight as hell.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
I kissed the top of Beau’s head, said, “Don’t apologize,” then backed him up against the wall. He grabbed onto my hips and made a startled sound as he looked up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.
I leaned down to whisper against his lips, “Just take off those clothes and come fuck me, Beau. I can’t wait another second.”
He moaned against my mouth, and then he was kissing me hungrily, pressing himself into me with a fervor that set my blood on fire.
A few times now I’d noticed it was like a switch had been flipped somewhere inside of Beau; he’d be shy and blushing one second, and then it was like he’d been shot with confidence and passion, as if all his insecurities had melted away and he was simply letting himself feel in the moment.
It made me a little wild, stirred some kind of frantic energy inside of me that demanded more from him.
I slid my hands to his ass as he wrapped his arms around my neck, his tongue doing things to me that were only accelerating these feverish needs.
How could someone so sweet be this fucking sexy? Maybe it was just because it was him.
Yeah.
With a groan, I gripped him right under his ass and lifted. He immediately wrapped his legs around my waist and started rutting against me as he kept thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, making small, needy sounds that had me leaking precum and feeling dizzy with how much I wanted him.
Fuck, it was almost too much when he got like this. But I was crazy for it. Knowing that he was letting himself go and doing what felt good—after so many years of hiding from those feelings, from the truth—filled me with an immense amount of satisfaction.
I needed him to be happy after a lifetime of mistreatment at the hands of a woman who never deserved him. I needed him to have whatever he wanted, and if that was me…then he could have me.
“Beau,” I panted, pulling away. He made a sound of protest, rubbing himself against me and chasing after my lips. His eagerness was like an aphrodisiac, and the sight of him—flushed, panting, lips parted, eyes hooded, pupils blown—was making me lose my mind.
I held him tight and crossed the room, letting him fall to the bed and following him down. He kept his legs wrapped around me, kept rolling his hips against mine, the friction of our cocks sliding together sending throbbing jolts of pleasure through my body.
I was on the brink of losing control.
“Take off your clothes,” I rasped, sitting up so I could rip my shirt off and fling it across the room.
Beau did the same as I yanked off my shorts, and then I was helping him get his pants off and when we were finally naked, our cocks finally touching, I leaned down and swirled my tongue around his nipple.
He gasped, then moaned loudly and grabbed my hair, tugging as I nibbled and tongued the hard bud of his nipple.
He’d figured out that I liked having my hair pulled a bit, and the fact that he noticed and kept doing it because he knew I liked it only turned me on even more.
His hips moved restlessly, and when I looked up at him, he had his head thrown back, the pretty column of his throat exposed. I licked a line up to his neck and sucked on his Adam’s apple, nibbled over his jaw, and took his lips in a hungry kiss.
When he got like this, it revved me up even more, like we were attuned to the same frequency that only climbed higher every time we touched. It was heady and arousing and empowering all at once, and I wanted more.
More of him, more of this. Just more.
Beau dragged his hands down my back until he was palming my ass, pressing me harder into himself, and the amount of pleasure that engulfed me with that needy move had me on the brink of an orgasm in an instant.
“Wait,” I gasped, breathing hard as I pushed myself up. “Wait, I’m gonna—”
But Beau kept thrusting himself against me, and in the next moment, I bowed over, my toes curling as the orgasm slammed into me.
My entire body tensed up and I cried out, cum shooting from my cock with euphoric pulses that made my vision blur.
I hadn’t realized I’d stopped breathing until I sucked in a huge gulp of air and collapsed over Beau, panting against his neck as wave after wave of the aftershocks kept hitting me.
“F-fuck,” Beau whispered, still humping against me. “Lea, I need…”
“I know what you need, baby,” I mumbled into his neck.
I pushed myself up and leaned over to get into the drawer of the nightstand.
When I had the lube and condom, I dropped them on the bed beside us.
Beau’s hands were everywhere on my body, squeezing and stroking and driving me crazy.
I kissed his cheek and said, “Will you be on top?”
“Yeah. Okay,” he panted, letting his legs fall from my hips.
I stared down at him, his chest heaving, my cum all over his stomach, his skin flushed red.
His cock was so hard the head was poking out of the foreskin, a deep crimson that glistened with precum.
Unable to help myself, I wrapped my fingers around the hard, velvety length of him and stroked as I leaned down and licked away my cum.
His stomach muscles tensed beneath me, a loud, long moan pouring from his lips as he curled his fingers around my upper arms.
“Lea, Lea—I can’t—” He gasped, squeezing me, and I let go of his cock to gently roll his balls in my hand, tugging just a little.
“You look so pretty right now,” I murmured, catching his gaze in mine.
He looked completely undone beneath me—delicate, lovely, and mine.
I let go of his balls to pluck at his nipples.
He loved it when I played with them, became ten times more responsive, and fuck he looked so gorgeously wrecked right now.
He bucked and whimpered, and when I lowered my lips to his, he took them greedily with a low moan. “I wanna look like this for you,” I whispered as I drew away. “Wreck me, Beau.”
He groaned and watched me move out from between his legs, then sat up and scooted down the bed.
Anticipation vibrated along my skin, and I planted myself on all fours in front of him, lowering my head and chest until just my ass was in the air.
I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and then Beau rested a gentle hand on the small of my back.
He was trembling. When I looked back at him, he was staring at my ass with an anxious expression, and my chest tightened.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked softly. Was he not comfortable with this position?
Beau’s eyes darted to mine, apprehension and doubt swirling in their depths. “I—”
I sat up and turned around, worry for him making my chest feel tight. Cupping his cheeks in my hands, I said, “Hey. It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything at all. We can just stop here.”
Beau shook his head, keeping his eyes on mine. “No, it’s—can we do—”
His breaths became a little ragged, and all I wanted to do was reassure him that everything was okay. I rubbed my nose against his, kissed the corner of his lips, and murmured, “It’s okay, Beau. We can do whatever you want. Just breathe, baby.”
Beau brought his hands up and gripped my wrists, clinging to me as he drew in breath after breath, keeping his eyes on mine.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
On a shuddery exhale, Beau said, “Can we do it—the other way?”
“What do you mean, love?”
Beau’s blush deepened, and he dropped his eyes. “The—I want to see—” He squeezed my wrists. “Your face,” he finished, bringing his eyes back to mine. “I want to see your face.”
Someone had coiled a rope around my heart and was yanking it tighter. My god, he was going to kill me with his sweetness.
Pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, I said, “Of course we can do it that way.” I lay back and brought Beau with me, still holding onto his face and kissing him as tenderly as I could.
It didn’t matter that the feverish need had calmed into something more languid; I wanted him any way he was willing to give himself to me.