Chapter 23 #3
“Are you ready now?” I asked once he’d pulled back a little.
His eyes bored into mine, and though there was still some trepidation, he nodded.
Relief overcame me when I saw he was still hard—still into this.
I smiled at him and said, “Good. You gonna prep me with those delicious fingers? I’ve been thinking about them all day, babe. ”
Beau scoffed at that, and I was so glad he was feeling comfortable again. “No, you haven’t.”
I snatched his hand and brought his fingers to my lips, biting the tips and watching his blush darken and spread.
“Oh, yes I have. Your fingers, your dick, those gorgeous eyes…I can’t get you out of my head.
” I grabbed the lube with my other hand and pressed it into his palm.
“Now get me nice and wet for you, sugar, and slide inside because I really, really need you.”
“God, Lea,” he groaned, his hand shaking as he uncapped the lube. He poured it into his hand and I spread my legs wider, hooking my hands under my knees to bring them up more.
Beau fumbled the bottle as he stared down at me.
He leaned over me and placed one hand right above my shoulder to prop himself up, the other sliding slick fingers along my rim.
His eyes were on my face, his panting breaths mingling with mine, and the intimacy of him wanting to watch my face instead of what his fingers were doing made my heart flip in my chest, then start pounding crazily.
I could feel the heat of my own blush spreading across my cheeks, and when he pressed a finger inside me, his eyes bouncing between mine, I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Yeah, babe,” I breathed. “Just like that.” Beau’s lips parted as he watched me, and when he pushed in deeper, pulled out, then slid right back in, my head fell back as I moaned.
I let my legs fall open and grabbed onto his waist, spreading my fingers across his rib cage and moving my hips with his thrusts.
“Two,” I panted. “Give me two. Please, Beau.”
Beau swirled two fingers around my rim, then pushed inside, a small sound coming from the back of his throat. He pumped them in and out, his eyes never leaving my face. I was hard as steel again, my dick pulsing with every thrust, and Beau’s breathing became as uneven as my own.
“Curl your fingers, baby. Up. Yeah, yes, just a little more…”
“Like this?” he said hoarsely. When Beau hit my prostate, I practically smacked him in the nose with my forehead as my entire body jerked from the sudden rapturous pressure.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…yes, yes,” I moaned as he kept sliding his fingers over my prostate. Fuck, I couldn’t even think anymore, all I could do was feel, and all I wanted to feel was…
“Beau,” I panted. “Beau, I need you. Now.”
He pulled his hand away and settled himself between my legs, not wasting a second. I wrapped my ankles around him, my feet resting on the curves of his ass.
“Lea—” he started, propped on one elbow, his face inches from mine as he reached down to his cock. “I—”
“What?” I said, bringing my hands to his face. “What is it?”
There was doubt in his eyes again, and I didn’t want that for him. “What if I—I’m not any good?”
I brushed my thumb under his left eye and whispered, “There’s no such thing with you. Remember what I said? I find everything about you attractive. Everything. Because it’s you. Now fuck me with that big dick, sweetheart. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Beau groaned and buried his face in my neck, positioning the tip of his cock right at my entrance, pushing into me so slowly and carefully I didn’t think he was even moving at all. “Lea, I—”
I rolled my hips and pushed down on his ass with my feet, the pressure making him slide inside me. His moan against my skin was low and loud, and then he took over, pushing himself in as far as he could go.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmured into his hair. “I’ve never felt anything as good as you.”
Beau moaned as I moved my hips again, then he was pushing himself up and hovering over me, panting as he stared down at me. I let my hands slide down his sides, then across his back, grazing him lightly with my nails.
“Fuck me, Beau,” I whispered. “I’m all yours.”
A sheen of perspiration glistened over his freckles, a single drop of sweat trailing down the side of his face. I wanted to lick it away. He looked absolutely delectable above me.
Like before, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Beau drew his hips back, pulled himself almost all the way out, and thrust into me so hard it rocked the bed and made me grunt.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes. Just like that. Do it again.”
He did it again, harder this time, and a heady burst of pleasure speared through me. When he started pumping into me in earnest, my legs tightened against him, and the feel of his cock sliding in and out of me, filling me up so completely, was intoxicating.
Beau grunted with every thrust, then took one of my hands in his, pinned it to the bed beside my head and laced his fingers through mine. He gazed into my eyes, flushed and sweaty as he fucked me, and the most profound feeling of euphoria crashed through me.
“Beau,” I cried, clutching him harder. “Beau, I’m—”
He reached between us and curled his fingers around my throbbing cock.
All it took was two strokes.
I cried out as the orgasm slammed through me, and then Beau’s lips were on mine.
His thrusts quickened, losing rhythm, until he pushed himself in as deep as he could go.
I felt the heat of his cum through the condom as my walls clenched around him.
He kissed me, whimpering into my mouth, his fingers squeezing mine.
When Beau turned his face away and collapsed on top of me, a sharp panic cut through the fog in my mind.
“Beau,” I said, cupping the back of his head as I tensed up. “Hey.”
“Mm,” he moaned, and I exhaled as all my muscles relaxed. Oh thank god, he hadn’t fainted again.
“Beau,” I said, my lips tilting in a small smile.
“Mm.”
“You are so goddamn sexy, babe.”
“Yeah?” he said into my neck. His lips were warm and soft against my skin.
I trailed light fingers down the curve of his spine, uncrossing my feet and letting my legs fall open on either side of him. “Oh, yeah. So damn sexy. I need you to do that to me all the time.”
Beau pushed himself up and squeezed my hand, his eyes staring into mine with a soft, sated sheen. “You sure?”
It felt like I was sure about everything when it came to him. Well, everything except…
“Let me put it this way,” I said, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you, Beau Hart, no matter how many times we do that.”
The smile that slowly stretched across his face made my stomach flutter. Those two dimples were like the loveliest markers of his joy. His eyes were lit with happiness, a soft glow that made my breath catch. His gaze trailed down to my lips, and then he kissed me softly.
Just once.
But once was enough to know there was no hope for me anymore.
“I feel the same way. You’re so beautiful, Lea,” he said, rubbing his nose against mine—just like I always did to him. I was having trouble breathing, having trouble thinking, and when he smiled down at me again, all I could do was stare.
I thought maybe he’d been plucked from the stars and sent down here just for me. I didn’t think I was deserving of such a gift from the heavens.
Of Beau.
I sighed, only wanting to rest my head on his shoulder and lay here for a while. Just be with him. Soak up his quiet strength and gentle presence.
“Beau,” I murmured. “Can I lay on you?”
A soft laugh puffed from his lips. “Yeah.” He slid off me—never letting go of my hand—and settled onto his back beside me, watching me.
I pressed up against his side, threw my arm over his chest, my leg across his, and rested my head on his shoulder.
Our joined hands were caught between my body and his.
I liked that. A whole lot.
My free hand wandered, my fingers brushing over the soft skin on his chest. “I’ve been wondering…” I started, trailing a finger down the silvery scar just below his rib cage. “What happened here?”
Beau tensed up, and I thought maybe I’d ruined the moment and broached a too-sensitive topic. But he surprised me when he cleared his throat and said quietly, “My mom drank a lot.”
My fingers paused over his sternum.
Oh, Beau.
I pressed a kiss into his skin and continued drawing soft shapes on his chest.
“Like, a lot. Well, maybe not when I was younger, but by high school, she was never not drunk. Her doctor thought all the alcohol consumption accelerated her early-onset dementia, that maybe if she hadn’t been drinking at all, she might’ve…”
He sighed, and my heart skipped a beat when he tipped his head to rest it gently atop mine.
“Might’ve had more time, but who knows. She was mean when she drank. One night, she…”
He cleared his throat. “Hey, um, Shea doesn’t know about this, so could you…could we…”
“I won’t tell him,” I whispered. “Whatever you choose to tell me stays between us, Beau. All of it.”
“Okay,” he said, relief in his voice. “Okay. One night, she grabbed a knife and…she chased me with it.”
I must have looked utterly horrified, because he quickly said, “She didn’t hurt me with the knife, that’s not—she ended up dropping it while she ran, but I tripped and fell. I cut myself on a loose nail sticking out of the floorboard. But…”
How could someone so horrible create the purest, sweetest soul?
In that moment, I wished I’d known what he was going through back in Kansas so I could steal him away from all that misery and give him the life he deserved.
But…I could do that now, couldn’t I?
“Oh, Beau,” I said quietly, sitting up just enough to press a line of kisses down the scar. I hated that he’d ever been in a position like that. I hated that he’d had to endure so much—and for what? What was the point of it all? His heart was too good for this world.