36. Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Beau
J ake’s leg pressed against mine tight enough to make me think he wanted to crawl into my jeans.
Shit, I really hope he did.
A couple of obligatory hours at The Pub dragged in perpetuity. Danny roped us into it, and I couldn’t say no when it’d taken so much effort to fit in with the guys. But goddamn—a bunch of surly cockblocks. I’d been scowling at Danny since reading Fallon’s text.
Fallon: Long day, but I can’t wait to snuggle in a manwich. Hurry home.
It took all my self-control not to comment on the extra meat. Instead, I smiled at her message and told her we’d be home soon.
Home .
A beer did little to settle my impatience, and Jake’s agitated ticks weren’t helping. Turning my face away from the crew, I spoke in a low whisper. “Can we please go?”
“We should stay.” His knee bounced wildly beneath the table, shaking mine in tandem.
I directed a slow smile at the blushing virgin beside me. “Yeah? Why’s that? Feeling shy suddenly?”
My hand slipped under the table, palm smoothing over his thigh.
“Beau,” he growled, a quiet warning.
“They’re too drunk and dumb to notice, let alone put it together,” I murmured, reaching for my beer with my other hand. My fingers danced along his jeans. “Oh, what’s going on here? Stimulating conversation this evening?”
Swear he shivered in that moment of hesitation between my taunt and his prying my hand off him. Not like I was going to give him a hand job at the table around the guys.
I’d rather goad him into a fistfight, get him all riled up and angry-horny, and drag him out back to jerk him off in the alley.
“I’m nervous,” he whispered, spinning an empty pint glass. He drained it within ten minutes of arriving and fidgeted with the glass like a weird safety blanket, refusing to let Rena clear or refill it.
“I know,” I whispered back. “There’s no pressure, Jake. Whenever you’re ready.”
He sighed. “Thanks, Beau. That— ”
“I’ll just fuck the hell out of our girl and make her tell you how good my dick feels inside her. How I work her just right. How my mouth—”
Jake pushed out of his chair, his hoodie bunched in front of him as he grabbed my elbow and hauled me from my seat. Feet flying out from under me, I could hardly grab my stuff before the Neanderthal carted me out of the back exit.
“What the hell, man? Pretty sure it was my turn for that round—”
He gripped my shoulders, slamming my back against the brick building, the air leaving my lungs with the impact.
Oh, shit .
Jake’s hands were on my face a second later, cupping my cheeks and leaning forward. His eyes drifted to my mouth as he licked his lips and pressed closer.
Hesitantly, he hovered for a few seconds before barely brushing my lips. The quiet exhale of his breath shot my heart straight out of my chest, pumping so hard he had to feel it.
A soft kiss ignited a spark of recognition. My body demanded more, and his body agreed. My hand threaded through his hair, tugging his neck to force him forward.
His lips were soft. So much softer than I expected. They parted for me, my tongue tracing along the seam and licking into his mouth with an agonized groan when his hands gripped my shirt and pulled me closer. Impossible when smashed between the hard planes of his body and the wall.
Moaning, he caressed my tongue as his breath huffed into my mouth. The softness shifted to something greedier, blazing with a need to conquer and ravage.
More. More. More . All I could think. All my hands and mouth and grinding hips demanded. Maybe his, too, because his hand sank, palming my hard-on with a brutal pressure that curled my toes inside my boots. He’d seen me jerk myself so many times that he didn’t go easy.
I didn’t want it easy.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned, my forehead pressed to his shoulder as I watched him stroke me. “Jesus, Jake. You rough motherfucker.”
His mouth seized mine, teeth biting my bottom lip and licking to soothe the sting. “You like it, asshole. I know what you want.”
Unsteady breath, my skin tight, and everything buzzing. Didn’t give a damn about the wafting scent of garbage from the dumpster ten feet away or the flickering light above the door.
“Yeah, you do. Oh shit,” I whined, my head dropping back and my knees going weak. “Please don’t make me come in my pants again.”
He slowed his pace, easing up even when my hips chased his retreating touch. I blinked open my eyes, meeting his feral smile. A force, this man. He might annihilate my ass, but damn, it would be worth it.
“I don’t know, Beau. I kind of like when you go off like a firehose, horny prick that you are.”
His hands curved around my hips, dragging me against him as he widened his stance. His palms skated over my ass, cupping and squeezing. They settled in the back pockets of my pants.
I wetted my lips, catching my breath. My thumbs hooked into the belt loop of his jeans.
“I’ve never wanted to fuck a guy before. Not really,” he said quietly.
“That so?” My hips pressed into his, desire sprinting through me with the feel of his hard cock straining against his jeans. “No question about wanting that now.”
“Just… listen, please.” He sighed, his hand feathering through my hair and gripping at the base to force me to look at him. “It’s not like I’ve never found other guys attractive, but that’s not the same thing. Not for me.”
The raw honesty in his eyes cleaved into my chest. “People, not parts. I get it.” My palms slid beneath his shirt and brushed over the tight muscles of his abdomen. “This is special for me, too.”
He opened his mouth, and I slammed my palm over it, shaking my head. “Let it be special for me. No jokes, Jake. No teasing. Just me.”
Tearing my hand away, he pressed a kiss to my temple, his lips resting there momentarily. “That’s what I want, Beau.” He pulled back, lacing his fingers with mine. “Whatever happens, I want it with Fallon tonight. Are you good with that?”
As if he had to ask.“Let’s get our girl.”
We rode to Fallon’s house in silence. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. More reflective.
Nervous fingers combed through Jake’s hair as he drove with the window down. Occasional glances led to shy smiles and his hand on my knee for the rest of the drive.
The house was dark when we arrived; only a light in the office glowed along the yard.
“Think she’s awake?” I asked.
He snickered. “If she’s not, I’m waking her up.”
Pervy degenerate loved fucking Fallon awake. She was just as depraved, climaxing almost immediately when her eyes opened and she registered the intrusion. I slept like the dead. For all I knew, Jake had already fucked me.
“You’ve got more kinks than you realize,” I said. “Somnophilia. It’s a thing. Look it up.”
“I know what it is.”
“A cum kink, too,” I added. “You blow hard when I eat Fallon’s pussy after she’s dripping your seed. Not to mention when you watch me lick it off her tits and belly. You love that.”
An unabashed smile from him.
“Hotwifing, obviously,” I continued. “Edging when you’re feeling like an asshole.”
“That’s you!” he protested.
I grinned. “Oh. Right. You love it when I don’t let you touch yourself while driving our girl to the brink of insanity and letting her hang there. Hot damn. Good stuff.”
His chest heaved with a deep breath, the exhale quiet as he grumbled, “Go fuck yourself.”
Slugging his shoulder before opening the door, I said, “Fuck me yourself, coward.”
He reached across the seat to strangle me, but I proved too fast and escaped with only a brushing of his fingertips over my shirt collar.
Jake rounded the front of the truck and stared at the house, his hands balled at his side.
“You good?” I asked, eyeing him carefully. He kind of looked like he wanted to flee into the woods behind Fallon’s house and disappear into the night. “You look like you’re going to freak out.”
He grunted, those fists squeezing tighter.
“Hey,” I said gently, stepping between him and the house. “It’s off the table, okay?”
His wild eyes flew to mine, and I smiled as I traced a finger along the cut of his jaw. “Sex with me, I mean. We don’t jump into it. Take the pressure off yourself. None is coming from me on this, swear it. ”
Eyes locked, Jake nodded.
“Did you enjoy kissing me?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Very much.”
The qualifier was adorable, the tone soft.
“Do more of that, then,” I mumbled, kissing him tenderly. My palms slid down his arms until I reached those clenched fists, encouraging his hands to relax by lacing our fingers together.
We kissed slow, soft, and deep, the cacophony of crickets rustling through the long grass with a gentle breeze on what was undoubtedly the best night of my life. It was about to get better because inside was the only missing piece to perfection.
“Come on,” I murmured, tugging him to head inside.
“Who does what?” he asked quietly, running his hand through his hair as we stepped onto the porch. “Not tonight, I mean. But like…” He gestured between us. “I don’t know who does what.”
God, he was nervous. It made me want to be all the more tender with him. To make this good because it was new. And I don’t know… It made me love him all the more.
I cleared my throat and gave a reassuring smile. “I’m versatile, Jake. I’d enjoy being fucked by you, but if you want me to fuck you, I’d never say no.”
He nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. “So I’m…”
“The pitcher,” I said, smacking the back of his head.
Seemed easier to give him less to think about when a lot of guys believed getting fucked in the ass made them less of a man. But a dick in the ass was no joke—serious business.
Serious, glorious, erotic, and phenomenal business.
“You lost us that championship senior year, but I trust you can handle balls better these days, right?”
“Jesus,” he muttered, rubbing his temples before shooting me a snarky smile. “Guess it makes sense, given you were a skilled catcher.”
“That’s the spirit!” I encouraged. “Teamwork makes the dream work, bestie.”
Jake’s rumbling laugh rolled into the house as we stepped inside. The door creaked as he held it for me.
The house was dark, but Fallon’s silhouette was visible on the couch with the flood of moonlight.
I thought Jake would be on her to clear that impressive boner immediately before really getting to work—the barbaric, gorgeous man. But he surprised me, standing over her and running his hand gently through her hair.
“She’s so beautiful,” he whispered. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” I said softly. Our girl was stunning.
Curled on her side, her hands tucked to her chest, and her knees pulled up—quiet, calm breaths, hardly audible above the soft drone of the ceiling fan. A book lay on the couch’s armrest, and Jake picked it up to set it elsewhere .
“This will change everything,” he said. There was no strain in those words, his voice steady and matter-of-fact.
“I hope so,” I whispered, my chest tight as I brushed my fingers over her bare legs.
With one more caress through her hair, Jake stepped past me and sat at the end of the couch. Fallon’s feet rested inches from his thigh, his hand splayed between them.
“Do you love her?” So quiet with the question, it took me a moment to process what he asked.
“I do,” I answered honestly. I’d loved Fallon for a long time, even when I hadn’t wanted to.
He sighed, his chest filling with a deep breath. “Come here.”
A beckoning finger called me to him. No longer nervous, the heat flaring in his eyes spoke of confidence and certainty.
I realized it then—Fallon was Jake’s safe place, his comfort. Guilt didn’t drive his need for her to be present tonight.
Standing between his knees, I feathered my fingers through his hair. I gazed down, admiring him. He relaxed his legs wider and hooked his finger on the waistband of my jeans.
“Kneel.”
With my heart thundering, I did as he said.
“Show me what your mouth can do. Then you’re going to show her.” He glanced at Fallon, his eyes soft.
But his dick was hard, and I wasted no time unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down the zipper to wrap my hand around him.
“Shit,” he hissed between his teeth, his head falling against the couch.
And then my mouth was on his cock, taking him down without hesitation. Sucking and slurping and sloppy and—
“Holy shit. Beau.” He bucked up. The heat of my name came from his mouth with a whiny groan. “Beau, that’s…”
With a fast breath and a brutal grasp on my hair, Jake moaned and thrust into my mouth, my throat relaxing to take him.
“Oh, shit. You give good head. Fuck . Too good,” he rasped, peeking open an eye to glance at Fallon. “Sorry, baby, but fuuuuuck. ”
Those whimpering whispers spurred me on, but not as much as his hand wrapping around Fallon’s ankle. “Our girl is missing this. Let’s wake her up.”
He hauled her closer, his fingers gripping tight, too blissed out to notice that minx’s smile.
She was already awake.