Chapter 31 Pants off, Stephenson
Chapter thirty-one
Pants off, Stephenson
Jo
As I look at Beau and wait for him to say something, I wonder if I’ve rambled and said too much. It wouldn’t be the first time my mouth has gotten me into trouble.
Maybe me talking about skipping town opened old wounds and pissed him off. I had to tell him, though. That was the only way we could even think of having a fresh start.
But the way he’s looking at me makes me think he doesn’t want a fresh start.
Should I just go?
Should I keep talking?
Should I get naked and hope for the best?
Stop being ridiculous, Jo.
He takes a deep breath, and I brace myself for what’s to come. “Jo,” he begins while rubbing his hand over his face. He leans forward and reaches for my hand.
I’m not sure exactly what he’s doing, but I’m going with it. I softly set my hand in his.
Before I process what’s even happening, he yanks me toward him. I don’t stop until I’m landed in his lap, straddling him with a leg on either side.
Nervous, I try to avoid eye contact.
“Jo, look at me,” he prompts.
I do, and he goes on. “While I understand your reasoning for leaving, you should have left the decision up to me. You shouldn’t have just left, and you sure as shit shouldn’t have stayed away for so long.”
“Would you have still gone to college, or would you have given it up?”
“I don’t know, Jo. But one thing I do know is that I would’ve taken you with me no matter what I did. I would’ve hid you in my dorm room if I had to.” He cracks a smile.
“I just didn’t want to fuck up your life.”
He looks at me while pushing a strand of hair out of my face. “When are you going to get it? You being in my life doesn’t fuck it up. It makes it better.”
“Really?”
“Really. It’s always been you, Jo. Always. I’m just sorry it’s taken me so long for me to admit it.”
In an attempt not to cry, I wrap my arms around his neck to hug him. His large arms hold me against him, and I feel oddly safe.
And good grief, he smells good. I have no idea what it smells like, but I like it.
“I’m crazy about you, Jo,” he whispers.
I’ve had a lot of guys tell me they liked me–or even loved me, but Beau is the first one I’ve ever believed.
I pull back, lowering my lips to his. The first touch is soft, but I waste no time in deepening the kiss. I push my tongue into his mouth as he pulls me even closer.
I grind against him and feel him hardening beneath me. My movements draw a deep moan from Beau’s chest.
I know there’s still a lot he and I need to talk about, but right now, I just want to be as close to him as possible.
Taking a break from the kiss, I grab the bottom hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. I decided to wear a bra today, and I immediately reach up to unhook the clasp. Seconds later, the uncomfortable garment is off my body.
“Tell me what you want, Jo,” Beau prompts.
“You know what I want.”
“Maybe,” he says. “But I want to hear that filthy mouth of yours.”
I look at him with a teasing smile. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Make me come.”
“Goddamn, woman.” Holding onto me, he stands up and wraps my legs around him.
“Where are we going?” I giggle.
“Bedroom. I want more room to fuck the shit out of you.”
And he’s talking about my dirty mouth? I don’t know where his came from, but I’m loving it.
We get to Beau’s bedroom where he sets me down in the middle of his king-sized bed. The only light in the room is the dim glow of a small lamp on the bedside table. It’s still enough to see absolutely everything.
I watch in awe as Beau takes off his shirt.
Last night, at the shop, I was the only one that was naked.
As I see his large chest and shoulders come into view, I notice how fucking sexy he is.
It’s not that he’s overly toned or muscular.
He’s just tall and big. He’s probably tripled in size since high school.
But somehow, he still looks just the same.
My eyes stay fixed on him as he slowly pulls my pants and socks off my body.
When I don’t have a stitch on, he pulls my ass to the edge of the bed and kneels between my thighs. I let my knees fall open to give him full access.
He moves excruciatingly slowly, kissing up each of my thighs while my pussy practically pulses with need. I’m about to start begging for more when he finally moves where I need him to go.
Starting softly, he runs his tongue along the length of my slit. I shiver the moment he hits the metal in my clit ring. The slightest movement of it drives me wild.
I love getting my pussy eaten, but normally, it’s just an appetizer before getting to the sex. I am usually too ADHD to sit still long enough to have an orgasm–especially when the men don't know what they’re doing.
But damn, Beau acts like he has made it his fucking job to make me feel good. He uses his tongue to try all different things and pays attention to what I like the most.
When he focuses on my clit with the ring through it, I about come unglued. He takes his time, figuring out how to touch it without causing any pain.
He finds the sweet spot when he sucks me into his mouth. He gently holds the ring with his teeth while his tongue licks circles.
“Oh God, Beau,” I moan. It feels so good that I don’t even think about the sex we're about to have. Sure, I’m excited for it, but I don’t want this to end either.
When he pinpoints exactly how I like it, he doesn’t move or try to do something he thinks I’ll like more. He just keeps going with the same speed and pressure.
My legs begin to quiver as heat forms in my core. My moans get louder as I start writhing on the bed. Beau uses his large hands to hold me in place while he finishes the job at hand.
It’s a massive build-up with a release that comes out of nowhere. I scream out as I come for what feels like forever.
Beau’s licks get softer as I come down off the high.
“Fuck,” I whisper with my chest heaving.
“You taste so damn good,” he says between a few kisses scattered on my thigh.
As wonderful as that felt, I want more.
No, I need more.
“Pants off, Stephenson.”
He smiles up at me. “You’re awfully impatient.”
“Yes, I am. Now, pants off.”
He stands up and does as I ask. Meanwhile, I keep my eyes fixed on him and how sexy he is.
As his cock comes into view, I get even more turned on. It’s not some massive porn-star member that’s going to rip me apart. I’d say it's slightly above average, but I know what he can do with that thing. I remember all too well from last night–hence my excitement.
Beau quickly gets into the nightstand and grabs a condom. After he has it on, he climbs on top of me. His large body towers over mine, and I wrap around him as he pushes into me. I moan as he fills me more and more with every inch.
He leans down to kiss me while he starts to increase his tempo. My hands run along his shoulders and back, loving all of him.
Leaning back to look at me, he whispers, “You are so fucking beautiful.”
I’ve been called a lot of things. Cute. Pretty. Sexy. Beautiful isn’t ever one of them.
I like hearing Beau say it.
He trails kisses down my neck and chest before taking time to give each nipple his attention. My fingers grip his hair while his tongue plays with my nipple piercings.
“God, Beau, that feels so good,” I cry. “Fuck me harder!”
I want to see what all he’s got.
He gets a sexy look in his eye and sits up a little before grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. He lets go of any restraint and starts fucking into me hard and fast.
I’m usually the one who prefers being in control, but I’m loving this.
I never thought that Beau would be so amazing in bed–or so dominant. Hell, I’d never thought I’d be finding out what he was like in bed.
But now that I’m here, I never want to leave.