10. Marley
10
MARLEY
F ootsteps follow close behind me, and Beau’s voice calls my name. I fumble with the key, pushing the door open as soon as the light flashes green. Of course, I’m not fast enough, and Beau storms in behind me, pushing through as I try to close the door on him.
“What the hell was that?” I ask, my breath coming in short spurts.
“I mean, I know what it was,” Beau responds with a smirk as he closes the door behind him.
“Stop it.” I smack him across the chest with my clutch.
Beau sombers. “I don’t regret kissing you. Not now, and not when we were kids.”
I rub my temples. “Beau, we’re drunk, this… we need to stop.” Oh my god, is this really happening?
“I’m sober enough to know what I want, Marley. What I’ve always wanted.” His eyes are blazing, but no longer hazy like they were on the dance floor.
I take a step forward, my tummy fluttering with butterflies. Because he’s right. I’m drunk, but I’m also sober enough to give in, to let go . Beau does the same, his eyes trailing from my eyes to my lips. His hand reaches up, cupping my face. The other hand reaches out, gripping my waist tightly.
“Tell me to stop, tell me that this isn’t what you want, Marley. It all ends now if you say the word.” His voice is low, breathy.
God, this might be the worst decision I’ve ever made, but yet, I don’t see myself stopping him. Stopping this. I need to see this through, even if it breaks my heart. I need to know what it feels like to have his unbidden touch. His complete and utter devotion, even if for just one night.
“Don’t stop,” I say, and his lips are back on mine. His hand drags up my chin, sliding around to the nape of my neck, gripping my hair at the scalp. The tug of hair gives a bite of discomfort, but enough to keep me sane, so I know that this is real life.
His hips press into my stomach, and I can feel the hard bulge through his pants. I have to stifle a giggle, because the thought of Beau being hard, for me? It’s laughable. I’m the complete opposite of any girl I’ve seen him with. I have wide hips, an apron belly, and thick thighs. I’m nothing compared to the skinny girls he’s been with before.
He pushes me backward, into the large bathroom. The light flicks on automatically, and Beau pulls his hands from my hair. I’m pressed against the bathroom counter, one palm flat on the cool surface to keep my balance.
He breaks the kiss, smiling down at me. “You’re fucking perfect, love.”
Love.
I don’t have time to read into him calling me that, because his hands are sliding down to cup my breasts through the fabric of my bridesmaids dress. He kneads one, the other continuing a path downward, finding the long slit at my thigh.
Beau’s mouth descends on my neck, placing soft, soul-sucking kisses there. The hand at my thigh slides up between the slit, feeling the layer of shapewear I have on. He groans against my neck. “Why are you wearing that?”
I chuckle, feeling lighter than I have in ages. Something about this feels so right, yet so forbidden all at once. It’s exhilarating.
“Because I have to keep the muffins in the tin, Beau,” I explain, gesturing to my ample rolls.
He snickers softly, but not in a mocking way. “I love muffins.” He raises his brow ever so slightly, a silent question.
I nod and turn so I’m facing the bathroom mirror. My eyes are red rimmed from my earlier tears, but my face is alive with emotion, hair falling out of its perfectly placed curls and pins. I pull my hair over my shoulder, giving Beau access to the zipper. His fingertips trail up the length of my back until he reaches the base of my neck. The zipper clicks down the tracks slowly, and I hear Beau's slow intake of breath with every inch of skin that is revealed. I’m wearing a black bra that does good things for my cleavage, all while having a little extra padding to cover the bars from my nipple piercings.
The warmth of his fingers makes me shiver, my mind whirring with thoughts. I pride myself in being confident in my body. It’s taken me a long time, but I love the body I’m in. Muffin rolls and all.
Yet, for just a moment, I worry. Beau has known me since we were kids. What if he doesn’t like what hides under the fabric?
The dress slides down my arms and to the floor, leaving me in only my black bra and the nude shapewear. In the mirror, I watch Beau’s reaction carefully. His eyes slowly rake down my body with so much heat and lust that I’m surprised I haven’t spontaneously combusted.
I slowly turn so my back is to the mirror, my ass pressed against the cool counter. My hands slowly glide up to Beau’s chest, fingering the silk of his tie. “I feel like you should pinch me,” I murmur.
“Why would I pinch you?” Beau asks, his voice low and sultry.
“So I wake up.”
“This isn’t a dream, Mar. This is really happening.”
A frenzy stirs inside at his words, and I’m yanking at his tie, fumbling my fingers to get it loose and off his neck, then moving down his shirt, unbuttoning them as fast as I can. Once I reach the bottom, Beau throws the shirt off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt, and his trousers.
He whips the shirt up and off, revealing his bare skin. His arm is covered in tattoos that are so familiar to me, as I was with him for every single one. I held his hand in solidarity while he sat for hours. I’m momentarily distracted when the “Dead Sea” tattoo on his inner arm calls to me, and I trace it with my pointer finger. I trace the hands, then the water, before moving on to his other tattoos.
Beau’s hand reaches up to clasp mine, the other caressing my cheek before he leans down, kissing me. I lose myself in the kiss, entangling my fingers into his tousled hair when he drops my hand.
He plays with the edge of the shapewear, tugging it slightly. I softly chuckle against his lips. I drop my hands, taking over for him, yanking the shapewear down to my knees, shimmying it off to my ankles and kicking it across the bathroom. I’m left in only my bra and black thong.
Our kiss becomes more ravenous as we touch, our bodies melting into each other. I dig into the skin at his hips, searching for the belt buckle. It opens with a click, and I slide it through the loops as Beau kisses down my chest. He finds the curved barbell of my piercing through my bra, giving my nipple a soft pinch.
Beau shoves down his pants as I gasp, coming up for air. He’s in a pair of gray boxer briefs that outline his hard cock. I zero in on it, seeing the small circle of wetness where the tip rests. I swear to god, my mouth fucking waters. When I lift my gaze, I notice that Beau is watching me, watching him. His hands slide down to my hips, gripping hard.
My hands reach out, pulling his face to mine so I can kiss him roughly, putting every pent-up feeling and emotion into my kiss. I don’t know what will happen after tonight, but I don’t think we can ever be more than this. The thought sends a twinge of pain into my heart, but I ignore it because I don’t want to be distracted. I need to be present for every moment of this.
Fingers curl around my back, sliding up to unhook my bra. Or, rather, attempt to unhook my bra. He groans into my mouth as he fumbles. I laugh softly, dropping my hands from his hair to help him.
I unclasp it, letting the straps slide down my shoulders. My breasts fall to my chest, no longer held up. They sag, the opposite of perky. Beau doesn’t care though. He hones in on my piercings.
“Jesus,” he says with a groan. “You’re so fucking sexy.” His fingers coast down my chest to pinch one of my nipples.
I gasp at the sensation. Since I’ve gotten them pierced, I haven’t been with anyone, so I don’t know what it feels like to have someone other than myself play with them. “Beau,” I breathe his name.
Beau lowers himself, his mouth descending onto one of my peaked nipples. His tongue flicks at it, teasing me with every movement. His teeth gently bite around the barbell, tugging until I nearly fall on the floor. My hands catch myself on the counter, and I feel my thin panties dampening with each passing moment.
His other hand is tugging and playing with my other nipple, sure not to leave it out. He pops off one side, switching to the other, and each tug and twist sends a zing of pleasure straight between my legs.
I buck against his touch, my body going haywire with everything he’s doing to me. He stops for a moment, and I immediately feel irritated.
“Up,” Beau says.
I look down at him, confused. “What?”
He gestures to the counter. “Up.” He rises back to his full height, hands reaching around behind my thighs. Beau helps me up onto the counter, and for a brief time, we are at an equal height.
The counter is cold against my ass, and I suck in a sharp breath at the change in temperature. Beau reaches to hook his finger under the hem of my underwear. He looks up at me, eyes questioning.
“Yes,” I murmur, leaning back on my palms, shifting my hips so he can slide them out from under me and down my legs. The cool air tingles my soaked pussy, and I sit forward, fighting an urge to cross my legs and hide.
I didn’t expect Beau, or anyone for that matter, to be between my legs tonight, but I can’t say I’m upset about it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about doing this,” Beau says, his voice low and gravelly. Unexpected heat forms in my stomach at his words. Does he really mean that? Has he really thought about doing this with me ?
His eyes flick up to mine, a look of pure sin in them. A finger trails up between my thighs. He slides it between my slit, gathering the warmth and wetness from me. I shiver involuntarily, my head falling back on a gasp. Beau drops to his knees before me, and the feeling of looking down at him between my thighs is something powerful, something I never gave into imagining. He looks up at me, eyes hazy and glossed over.
The soaked finger taps at my entrance, gently sliding in as his mouth lands on my clit. He eats me out with everything he has, and I’m climbing toward a heavy release in mere moments. My heart pounds in my chest, my mind swimming with thoughts and emotion. What is going to happen after this? Will we ever be the same? I know these thoughts are important, but yet, this feels right at the same time. I reach out with one hand, leaving the other on the counter to hold my balance, and sink my fingers into his thick curls.
“Shit,” I gasp, as he flicks his tongue over my now sensitive clit. I tug on his hair, pulling him back off my clit.
Beau groans. “Not done yet.”
He holds me down by my thighs with one hand, the other sliding another finger inside me, pumping in and out slowly. He curls his fingers, and the motion has me crying out his name, jerking my body toward him.
My orgasm burns like a fire in me that has been building from embers for years. Beau fans the flame, fucking me with his fingers and mouth, harder and deeper until I’m exploding all over him, my wetness covering his bearded face. I breathe heavily as he continues, carrying me through the aftershocks, my cunt twitching around his fingers.
The drunken haze settles over me again, exhaustion heavy on my limbs. I let go of his hair, using my other hand to hold me up on the counter.
Beau stops his gracious touch, standing up, a boyish grin on his face. “Now I don’t have to wonder anymore,” he says as he pecks my lips softly. I can taste myself on him, but it doesn’t turn me off, it only makes me crave more. His eyes are glassy and lust filled.
“Wonder what?” I ask, leaning forward to rest my head on his chest, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. He smells familiar, comforting, right . I can feel his heart beating under my cheek, rapid and hard. I’m ready to crawl into the bed in the other room and sleep for twelve hours.
“What you sound like when you come. What you taste like.” His voice lowers nearly an octave, the rumble deep in his chest.
Suddenly, I no longer feel like crashing into the bed that was calling my name a moment ago to sleep. Now, I feel like crashing into it for a whole other reason. Beau’s erection presses against my center, still covered by his briefs, but my legs latch around his hips, keeping him close to me.
“Now it’s my turn,” I brazenly say, reaching between us to grip him.
“Not here,” he mutters, his voice shaky as I feel him for the first time. He pulls my hand away, guiding it up and around his neck. He grips under my thighs, lifting me off the counter.
I shriek, gripping him tighter. “Beau, put me down!”
“Absolutely not,” he says. He walks with ease out of the bathroom, into the small room with a huge king size bed in the middle. He drops me onto the middle of the bed, immediately climbing up between my legs, caging my head in with his arms, like he did in the elevator. He kisses me hard, like making up for lost time. He grinds his pelvis into mine, meeting my movements as I press into him, so eager to feel him. The fabric is rough against my sensitive clit, spurring the growing ache inside me a second time.
“Need,” I gasp. “Beau!”
“Mmmm,” he moans into my mouth. My nipples are pressed up against his warm chest, the friction from his movements giving my belly flutters. He stands, climbing off the bed and shoving his briefs down.
It’s my first time seeing him completely naked, and I can’t help it. I stare. I stare, and ogle, because he is everything that I could have possibly imagined and more. Sure, he’s not cut and muscled like a bodybuilder, but… he’s Beau. He’s soft, but hard in all the places that matter.
His cock juts out from him, hard, with a drop of precum spilling out the tip. He strokes himself a few times, his shoulders trembling with the touch.
He kneels back on the bed, and I scoot backward so my head rests on the pillows. A strange sense of euphoria mixed with anxiety settles deep in my chest. If we do this… If we really do this, it changes everything. Who am I kidding, things have already changed, but… this makes it real.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but for now, I’m going to enjoy the ride. I don’t stop the giddy smile, or the giggles that burst over my lips. This is… god I don’t think I’ve been this happy, this free-feeling in a long time.
Beau settles between my legs, hovering his body over mine. I feel his length against my wet pussy, and I shift so he’s even closer. Beau locks eyes with me, all heat and rampant desire from earlier gone, in its place is… something I’ve never seen. Something I can only describe as… love.
I shake off the thought though. My heart will already break come morning, there’s no need to speed up the process.
“Kiss me, Beau,” I say with a sigh. He obliges, pressing his lips to mine in a soft and gentle kiss, so different and unhurried than before.
My legs wrap around his hips, one of my hands cupping his cheek while the other slides around his back to hold him closer. His cock nudges at my opening, and I gasp, a burning building in my stomach again, just from the simplest of touches.
“Are you ready?” he asks. I nod. I’m ready to indulge in this one night, this one taste of something bigger that I never thought I’d get. I’m so ready to feel him, feel what we are as one.
He slides into me, filling me so deep with every thick inch of himself. We both gasp at the new sensation, something I never would have dreamed of happening between us.
Slowly, he slides out, almost completely, before thrusting back in, hard , hard enough to jolt me slightly.
“Fuck,” Beau groans, and I mimic the expression, because this feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
He pulls out though, not giving me any more of him, and my heart sinks. Did he already realize our mistake? I don’t think I can take the rejection. Beau scrambles off the bed, mumbling to himself. He runs into the bathroom, emerging only a second later with something between his fingers.
“I forgot to put on a condom,” he says, breathing hard.
I nod, words failing me.
I watch as he opens the crinkled packet, sliding the condom over himself. I feel stupid, forgetting all about that side of things, only focusing on how good he felt, but at least one of us came to our senses.
“I’m so sorry,” he mutters, cupping my cheek, kissing me softly. “I promise, you have nothing to worry about.”
I freeze, trying to convey my thoughts with a glance. “What abou?—”
“You have nothing to worry about, Marley.” His voice is thick with conviction, and his brown eyes stay locked with mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head abruptly, realizing what he means. “No. Please, I need you to keep going,” I say, nearly whimpering. “It’s okay. I didn’t realize either. You don’t have to worry about it on my end either. I thought you were panicking, regretting this.” I place my hand against his chest.
“Never,” he says, leaning down to notch himself in my pussy, sliding in deep again without a moment wasted. Like before, we gasp in unison.
I feel so full, and not just from him. From this, from finally connecting as one. Emotion clogs my throat, as Beau gently thrusts his hips, moving us together. My hands twine in his hair, legs around his hips again.
“Oh,” I cry. “Oh my god.”
“I’ve got you, Marley. I won’t let you go,” Beau murmurs. Sweat beads on his brow, his hair falling into his eyes. I push it back, kissing him hard.
My pussy flutters with his every movement, squeezing him, unwilling to let this moment between us end.
It has to though.
Beau reaches between us, finding my clit with his fingers and circling it in a fast motion. His thrusts become unpaced and fast, as he gets closer to his release. I pant against his mouth, my own climax surprising me with its eagerness and intensity.
I can tell the moment Beau finds his climax, because he shudders, his breath choppy against my lips. At the same moment, my own orgasm peaks, causing me to clench and tighten, my fingernails digging into the skin of his back.
Coming together is so fucking cliché , like something out of a romance novel or movie, and yet, it happened, and I feel whole. I feel content for the moment. Beau places kisses up and down my cheek, my neck, my chest, over and over, giving us a moment to catch our breaths.
Like clockwork, the gut churning anxiety creeps in. What now? Do I ask him to leave? Is he going to leave? Do I want him to? I shake slightly under Beau’s touch, and he slides his cock out of me, quickly taking off the condom and throwing it into the nearby trash. He reaches out a hand to me, and I take it.
He squeezes my hand three times. I calm instantly.
Beau leads us into the bathroom, turning on the faucet, and grabbing a washcloth from the rack. “Let me clean you up a bit, and then you can go to the bathroom,” he murmurs, squeezing the excess water from the rag. He kisses me quickly before bending down.
I stand awkwardly, as Beau cleans between my thighs with a delicate hand. He’s done only moments later, rinsing out the rag and hanging it over the towel rack. “Are you okay?”
I nod, because that’s really all I can do right now. He tips his chin, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I take my time using the restroom, washing my hands, and then wiping the makeup off my face. With each passing minute, the lump in my throat grows, the knot in my chest tightening.
I glance around the bathroom, cursing myself for not grabbing clothes, or something to put on so I don’t have to walk out there naked again. I’m just about to do the walk of shame back to the bed, when there’s a soft knock on the door.
“Mar, I have some pajamas for you. I hope you don’t mind that I grabbed them.”
I sigh with relief. Beau always knows what I need before I need it.
I crack open the door, taking the clothes from his outstretched hand. A few minutes later, I’m in an old t-shirt, and cotton sleep shorts. Beau sits on the edge of the bed in his boxers. His hair is tousled, and there’s marks on his skin from my nails, and mouth. I didn’t even realize I’d scratched him so bad, but the proof is there.
“Sorry,” I mutter, gesturing to his chest.
Beau absentmindedly reaches up, feeling at his skin. When he notices the tenderness, he chuckles. “I had no idea. Trust me, I don’t mind.”
My cheeks heat. I don’t know what to do now, but thankfully, I don’t have to say anything. “Get in bed, I’ll be back in a moment.” Beau points to where he’s pulled down the sheets, and plugged in my phone. He heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I do as he says, cuddling under the blankets as I wait. My thoughts run with every moment of the last hour, from dancing, to kissing, to… oh my god.
I just had sex with my best friend.
I curl tighter within myself, shutting every door I let open in the last hour. I lost control, lost sight of what is best for us, for our friendship, and I gave into my feelings. I wasn’t strong enough, and I gave in. Now, he’s going to toss me aside like he did every other girl before me. I can’t be that girl. I need to get away before he can do it.
Beau exits the bathroom, climbing into the bed behind me. He pulls me in close, wrapping his arms around my hips. He’s the big spoon. I’m spooning with my best friend after I had sex with him.
“Stop thinking, Marley,” Beau says, his voice low and rumbling against my neck. One hand slides up my body to my chin, turning so he can press one more gentle kiss to my lips. It’s chaste, as if we’ve been doing it for years. Familiar.
Beau’s held me before, and hell, we’ve cuddled before, but never like this. Never so intimately.
“I can’t,” I whisper back.
“Give in to tonight,” he replies. “Tomorrow is a fresh start.”
A fresh start. A fresh start… without him. This is just a one night thing. It has to be.
I’ve fought so long to keep him, I can’t let one night ruin it all.