15. Beau
15
Beau
W hen I turn my head, I find her already looking at me. I reach out an arm, my fingers splaying over the back of her neck. I pull her down until she’s lying half on top of me. With my hands in her hair, I kiss her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. Soft and slow, trying to convey everything I’m feeling with my lips. I should have learned by now, but I’ve never been good at holding back, and I need her to know how her words affected me.
She’s falling for me? This has to be a trick, the universe would never let me be this lucky.
Tessa grows bolder and when she trails her tongue down the column of my throat, I’ve never felt anything that gets me this hot, this fast. A rush of heat surges through me and I feel my dick harden against her. I catch her eyes widen at the contact, but I don’t dare comment. I don’t want her to stop, I don’t want her to ever stop. A weight settles into my stomach, low and achy, and I recognize it for the need it is. But it's not her body keeping me pinned to the hood, it’s the way she stares down at me. Full of longing I’ve never dreamed I’d see on her face. I memorize every feature, from her desire-bright eyes to the way she licks her lips unconsciously, because I don’t want to forget a single thing.
The brim of my hat bumps into her face and she stops to take it off. “That’s better,” she purrs.
I hop off the car and hold my arms out to her. “Come here.”
She puts her small hands on my shoulders and falls into my arms. I slide her slowly down my body. The grin I’m met with on the ground is positively feral and my blood pumps harder in my veins. I pull open the passenger side door and lift her before she can protest. I toss her onto the seat and quickly step in between her legs. Every action sends memories reeling through my head.
I think of when I stood the same way outside The Stampede. The way I can’t seem to get enough reminds me I felt this way when she was lying on the desk too. I can’t think of anything except getting her out of these clothes, but I’m not going to rush her. I want to take my time and enjoy everything she’s willing to give me.
Her hands are frantic as she slides them under my t-shirt, igniting a fire in my veins. The hard muscles of my abs are clenched and her fingers explore, pushing my shirt up my chest. I bend and brush my lips back and forth over her mouth, catching the little whimpering sounds she makes.
“Shit,” I whisper. “Stop or I’m not going to be able to in a minute.”
“I don’t want to stop,” she says against my mouth.
“My girl,” I say with a smile, because that’s what she is. M ine. Even if she’s not ready to admit it, I’ll be here to say it for her.
I whip off my shirt and let it fall to the ground. My dick twitches at the sight of her round eyes, so full of wonder. She has on a tiny, yellow tank top with buttons down the front I can’t wait to undo. Tessa sees my look, the way my mouth waters and leans back on her hands, offering her body to me. All that glorious tan skin and dark hair spilling down her back, she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I unfasten every ridiculous button, baring more skin an inch at a time. On the last one, I lift my chin to ask, “You giving in?” One last challenge. I ease the straps off her shoulders and she lets me. The tank slides down her arms and to the seat behind her. She keeps her eyes on mine while she reaches around and unclasps her bra. When it falls away and her breasts are free, my eyes lock onto two tight, rosy nipples pointing straight at me. They’re practically begging me to take them into my hands. This image right here is worth every one of her eye-rolls. Every. Single. One.
When I can’t stand it anymore, my fingers skate up her ribs to cup her breasts, weighing them in my hands. Her head falls back on a contented sigh. “I already have,” she says.
I grab the back of her neck again, hauling her lips to mine. My Tess likes to be handled roughly, I’ll never forget the way she purred when I spanked her and I’m rewarded now by a moan slipping from her parted lips. The friction of my cock through her shorts has her grinding her hips up into me.
“More,” she whines.
“Shh, baby. I’ll take care of you,” I whisper and she shivers in her seat. I get down on my knees and look up at her from the center of her spread legs. “Off,” I say gruffly, not capable of more.
She looks me over with quiet apprehension. “Beau… I…”
I know she’s not ready, not after what she’s shared tonight, but I’m not leaving this field without touching her. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you now. You’re going to ask me to one day. But I have to have a little taste tonight.” My eyes find hers in the darkness and I’m drowning in a sea of evergreen fire. “Please.”
Tess isn’t a big feelings girl. She has them, but she doesn’t share them so I have to note the small changes to figure her out. The way her shoulders relax, the quirk of her lip like she’s stopping herself from biting it. She eyes me as I slide her zipper down and grasp the waistband at her hips. My fingers hook into her underwear and when I pull, I take them along with her shorts. I tug and she lifts, watching me all the while. When I drop her clothes to the ground, she sits in nothing but her skin and sandals, her bare ass on the edge of seat. I couldn’t resist if I tried.
My eyes sweep over the strip of hair between her legs, my excitement off the charts. Everything is bare to me now, there’s not a place on her body my eyes haven’t touched. “That’s better.” My voice gruffly echoing her earlier words. I lean over her lap, dropping a kiss to the inside of her knee. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”
I don’t wait for any answer before moving down between her legs. My mouth skims down the length of her inner thighs and she sucks in a sharp breath when the stubble on my chin scrapes against her. In no time at all, I’m at the very center of her and I reach out to take a long swipe from entrance to clit. I don’t have time for teasing, not when she tastes this good. When I nip at her clit, sucking gently, her back arches off the seat and I guide her legs over my shoulders.
“So wet already,” I mumble against her core.
As my tongue works her over, she’s more moan than breath. There’s no one around for miles to hear the sounds she’s making and it makes me greedy. She’s still leaning back on her hands, but at some point, she’s come over the edge of the seat. I balance her with two, tight handfuls of her ass held up to my face while I feast. I’ll get down on my knees for her any day. Any time she wants it.
I’m desperate to touch her so I slide my thumb effortlessly inside her pussy while I suck gently. It helps, but not enough. She’s so close she’s writhing against me, making a mess of my face. But if she doesn’t care, I certainly don’t. My ego loves that she isn’t a prissy, little princess, afraid of making too much noise.
I rest my palm on her heaving lower belly and wonder if it’s too intimate a gesture, until she looks down at me. Her eyes soften and something within her relaxes. I ask her without words to come for me, to give me this. I don’t know if it’s a trick of the light or if she’s subtly nodded her head, but she lets go completely. With my hand on her stomach, release barrels through her and she cries out to the night-dark sky.
The sight of Tessa Jennings coming on my tongue will be forever etched into my brain. It may well go down as my single greatest memory. The noises she made. God, the scent of her, the taste. It’s an act of God that I didn’t blow in my pants like a horny sixteen year old while I watched her orgasm. I couldn’t drag my eyes away. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m really going to embarrass myself.
I crawl up her body, curling my hand into her tangled hair. Her head lolls toward me, sated and lazy. She graces me with a sensual smile and my heart squeezes in my chest
“God, you’re good at that,” she sighs.
“That’s not the only thing I’m good at.”
I slide one of my hands under the back of her knee, pulling her leg up around my hip and opening her to me fully. She’s pressed against the front of my still-buttoned jeans and she wiggles her hips like a siren. Every new thing I learn about this girl is more tempting than the last. “Tell me the truth, was sex on your list?”
I have yet to see an actual piece of paper with tasks written down, but something tells me Tess wouldn’t give her virginity away to just anyone. Looking the way she does, I’m sure there was no shortage of guys at UGA that would have taken her up on an offer to get a little dirty. She had four years’ worth of opportunity and never took it. She’s always called me an arrogant ass, but am I conceited enough to believe she was waiting for me? Not a chance, but I’ve never been more thankful for the divine hand of providence in our story. The stars aligning wouldn’t have made it anymore unbelievable than it already is.
“No.” She draws out the word and gives a slow shake of her head. She smirks shyly and somehow, it’s more provocative than anything we’ve done tonight. “But it is now.”