12. Beau
Beau
Idon't know which one of us leans in first, but the instant our lips connect, my body comes alive.
Nelly kisses like she does everything else in her life: full force and without apology. Her fingers curl into the front of my dress shirt and yank me closer while my brain short-circuits somewhere around the feel of her mouth against mine.
"Oh," she breathes against my lips.
That tiny sound nearly destroys me.
My hands slide down her back, pulling her flush against my body while rain patters softly against the porch roof overhead. The damp summer air presses in around us, wet and buzzing with electricity.
"Nelly," I groan. "You taste amazing."
The hammer hanging from her tool belt bumps against my thigh when she presses herself closer, her tongue licking against my own, and somehow that almost makes this worse.
Better.
Both.
Because it's so painfully her.
She tastes like coffee and maple syrup. She smells like sawdust and vanilla.
And I'm absolutely fucked, because I've never wanted someone more in my entire life.
My back bumps against the front door when she crowds into me, all warm curves and frantic energy. Somehow, I fumble for the knob and it swings inward. We stumble into the house, the floorboards creaking beneath us as the door slams closed behind us.
We're falling to the couch in the living room before I have a chance to get my bearings.
"Careful," she says through a breathless laugh.
"You're one to talk."
The house smells faintly like fresh lumber and rainwater.
Dust floats through the weak morning light spilling in from the windows.
The downstairs is mostly untouched compared to the disaster that I'm sure is upstairs, though tools still sit scattered near the walls and blueprints cover half the coffee table.
And then, there's her.
Nelly.
Her mouth on mine.
Her hands tugging at my shirt.
Her thighs straddling my lap.
"Wait, wait, wait," I say breathlessly as I press my hands against her shoulders.
"What?" she asks as she leans in and kisses along the side of my neck.
Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask quietly. "Because we don't have to. This isn't a thing that has to happen if you don't want it."
She pulls back and those beautiful brown eyes of hers study me. I hold my breath, wondering if I've just talked myself out of the best thing that could ever happen to me. But I can't take advantage of her. I don't know what's happening right now, but if I've somehow pressured her into—
"God, you're so nice," she whispers.
Before grabbing my tie and pulling me back for another kiss.
That's enough of an answer for me.
My hands fly to her tool belt and fumble with the buckle to get it off her. She has to reach down and help me, and I've never wanted to be an Alpha more in my entire life. I have no clue what I'm doing. I've slept with exactly two women.
Nelly deserves someone who's confident.
Who knows what they're doing.
Who—
"Dear God," I groan when she peels her hoodie off her body.
I lean forward and press my face between her clothed breasts. I slide my hands up the back of her tank top, easing the fabric over her head. She's got a sports bra on underneath it, and I struggle to get the tight fabric up over those beautiful tits of hers.
They're puckered for me, and I reach for one with my lips.
"Oh, Beau," she moans.
Her hips roll against my growing cock as I lave my tongue along her stiffened peak. Her hands dig into my shoulders, tugging at my shirt as if she could rip it off me. The scent of her grows, perfuming the air between us as my mouth moves to her other nipple.
It tightens beneath each little lick.
"Fucking hell, you're beautiful," I mumble.
We twist and turn, removing clothes until my leaking cock springs free. Her curves are on display for my viewing pleasure as her wetness coats my thighs. She grinds against me, cupping my face and taking control as my hands grip her hips.
Keeping her connected to me as she drips that delightful scent all over my skin.
"Fuck, need you so bad," Nelly whimpers.
I reach between our bodies and find her slickened folds. "Lift for me."
She whimpers as she does, pressing her knees into the couch just so she can lift herself for me. Her scent barrels from between her legs, slapping me across the face. I grab my cock and swirl it around her clit, listening to another helpless whimper fall from her mouth.
I capture her lips with mine again as I notch my head at her entrance.
"Ohhh, yeahhhhh," she moans as she slides down my length.
The tight sleeve of her leaves me breathless. For a moment, I'm suspended as she drops back down into my lap. She circles her hips, making my cock kick against her fluttering walls as she licks her tongue along the roof of my mouth.
I'm helpless against her.
"My God, Nelly. Jesus Christ."
She rocks her hips. "So good. So good. You feel so good, Beau. Fuck."
It's like a dream. Never did I think I'd have the honor of being with an Omega. Yet here I am, with my best friend, one of the most beautiful Omegas I've ever come across, and she's taking her pleasure.
From me.
My hands fall to her hips as I help her set a steady pace. Nelly's body quivers against mine while goosebumps race across her skin. Her arms drape around my neck. Her forehead presses against mine. Energy zings through me, pulsing its way through every tightened muscle.
"Goddamn it, Nelly," I breathe against her lips, "you feel fucking incredible."
I buck up from below while she grinds against me, and the sound of wet skin slapping wet skin soon overtakes the storm outside. A growl leaves my lips, and I have no clue where it came from in the first place. Her hand snakes through my hair, yanking my head off to the side.
Before her nose buries itself into the crook of my neck.
"You smell so good," she moans as she grinds her hips into mine. "I need more."
It's enough to make me regret not being an Alpha all over again. I could give her more if I had the scent glands for it. I try not to think about it. I can do this. I can pleasure an Omega.
Nelly deserves at least that.
I lean back and set a quick pace from below, thrusting up into her and watching her curves bounce for me.
Her tits jiggle and her thighs undulate against my own, and it's the most sinful thing I've ever experienced.
Her head falls back as her nails rake down my chest. Her walls collapse, milking me for all I have, but it's not enough. I want her over the edge with me.
So, I move one of my hands between us, finding that swollen little clit of hers.
"Beau!" she cries out when my finger brushes against it.
"Come for me, Nelly," I growl. "Fall apart. Let some of that stress fade away."
"Beau, Beau, Beau," she chants as her movements stutter. "I'm so—I'm—you—"
"Give it to me," I demand. "I want it, Nelly. I want all of it."
"Oh my god!"
It's the last cry I get before something gushes against me. She falls forward, plunking against my chest, quivering as I wrap my arms around her. I pump shallowly into her, chasing my own end as her beautiful pussy squeezes around me.
My vision whites out as her name falls from my lips like a whispered prayer.
"Oh, Nelly."
Ecstasy spirals me into the darkness. I go lax against the cushions of the couch while she blankets the front of my body, still seated on my cock. I pant to catch my breath, wrapping a trembling arm around Nelly's back just so she feels a little more grounded.
Because I feel like I'm floating.
I'm not sure how long we stay like that. All I know is that this should be illegal. Feeling Nelly warm and boneless against me like this? Content and relaxed?
It absolutely needs to be illegal.
I don't think I've ever felt this way before, to be honest. Which is insane, because I'm naked on a dusty couch inside a condemned house with one of my clients who just so happens to be my best friend. And yet, somehow? I've never felt more right anywhere.
Nelly finally groans before she stretches against me like a sleepy little cat. My gaze drifts over her while she shifts off my lap and flops onto the couch next to me. My cock releases her with a plop, and our intermingled mess comes dribbling from between her legs.
She lies there beside me with her legs tossed over my lap.
I'm almost tempted to dive between those thighs with my tongue.
"Wow," she says, her voice rough.
I snicker. "Yeah."
She lifts her head. "What?"
"What?"
"You're smiling at me."
My brow furrows. "Is that… weird?"
She snorts softly and rubs a hand down her face as she lies back once more.
"Man," she murmurs, "what a way to start the day."
I chuckle as I go back to staring at the ceiling. "I suppose that's one way to do it, yes."
But then, it's like a switch flips. Her legs swing off my lap. She sits upright, already searching for her clothes. She stands and I sit up, watching her scoop everything off the floor and shake it out.
"I should get back at it, though," she says as she dresses. She picks up her tool belt from the floor. "Can't waste the whole day away. And I'm sure you've got numbers to tend to."
My head is still spinning. "At… what, exactly?"
"Uh, the porch?" she asks, like it's obvious. "That thing isn't going to fix itself before the bulk of this storm arrives."
She can't be serious. How can she even function right now? "Nelly, come back over here. Just rest for a—"
She gestures toward the front door like there's not a hurricane happening inside my chest. "The storm's gonna pick back up by noon. I watched the report this morning. I want to at least get temporary supports in before everything gets soaked again."
I sigh as she tosses my clothes to me. "Nelly."
"What?"
"You can't be serious."
"I'm always serious when it comes to the houses I buy, you know this."
I let out a surprised laugh while she pulls her tank top back over her head. The movement exposes a flash of skin, and my brain threatens to leave my body all over again.
Jesus Christ, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Meanwhile, she's already digging through her tool belt while my cock still glistens with her slick.
"Did you even process what just happened?" I ask.
She pauses long enough to look back at me over her shoulder, and a heady grin spreads across her face.
"Oh, I processed it, all right," she says.
Before she winks.
I drop my head back against the couch cushions with a groan. "You're unbelievable."
"That's what everyone keeps saying."
By the time I manage to stand so I can get dressed and ready for the office, she's already redoing her hair and sliding a pencil into it to keep it in place.
I've never seen anyone recover from life-altering sex that fast.
I'm still dizzy, for crying out loud.
My shirt hangs half-buttoned while I try to remember how to function as a human being. Somehow, I manage to get my clothes back on before Nelly rocks my world again.
Because she rises onto her tiptoes and presses a quick kiss to the edge of my mouth.
"We'll talk later, yeah?" she asks softly. "I promise. But right now, I've got more focus than I had getting up this morning, and I need to use it."
That makes me smirk. "You're welcome."
"Oh, shut it," she says as she shoves me.
She's hammering outside before I can even get out of the house.
The world finally stops tilting on its own axis, and I have to remind myself that I have a full day of contacting clients and sending out invoices.
I look around for a mirror, but all I've got is one of the unbroken windows off to the side.
I move toward it, doing my best to look a little less disheveled than I feel.
Her taste of maple syrup and coffee is still on my tongue as I finally emerge.
Completely dazed.
Completely off my routine.
And feeling more complete than I have in my entire life.
I'm so fucked.