Chapter Seventeen #2
There's something so sweet about a mind-blowing orgasm that lets all your walls come tumbling down. Mine sure as hell did, and my crazy flag is flying at full mast now.
My mind's racing as fast as my legs are carrying me away from Beau towards the rocks on the other side of the meadow.
I should turn around to check on him, but if he's not following me, it might crush me.
So, I act as if he is and scale the closest boulder.
Just as I crest the top of the rock, the clouds clear, letting the moon shine down on the open field below.
Relief floods me as I watch Beau stalk through the tall grass.
His movements aren't as careful or sleek as my own, but that doesn't make them any less of a turn-on.
If anything, he's stalking me with the confidence of an apex predator who has no doubt in his mind that he'll find and capture his prey.
At first, I was irritated as fuck that he put up so little of a fight in the clearing, but then I remembered Beau has no idea that I know the lay of the land as well as he does. I've never told him about my extracurricular stalking.
For fuck's sake, I really am a headcase.
There's another boulder behind me, so my body should be well hidden, but when Beau reaches the edge of the rocky cliffs, his eyes snap to mine as if there's this pull that will always allow us to find one another. His pupils are blown and black as he takes me in from head to toe.
My nipples pebble, pussy clenches, and my body shivers at the deranged smile that spreads across Beau's handsome face.
Huh, maybe I'm not the only crazy asshole in this relationship.
As fast as I can, I start scaling the rocks, but I can hear him gaining on me.
I'm not as familiar with this part of Beau's land, but from the way he's racing up this rock wall, I'd have to venture that Beau is.
I do know that, up top, there's a pretty plateau with a gorgeous little mountain pond fed by a small waterfall.
I've just cleared the ledge, my hands on my knees as I catch my breath, when I'm tackled from behind.
Fuck, that hurt. I knew he was close, but I have no fucking clue how he caught up to me.
"Didn't count on me being an extremely experienced rock climber, did you, Joey girl? Too bad for you, but so good for me." Beau is using his body weight to keep me down.
I hate to admit it's pretty effective in immobilizing me. Add in the fact that his throbbing cock is notched at my center, and I really don't have any desire to move from my current position.
"Oh, now who's the one not fighting back? We can't have that, can we?" Beau grins and lifts off of me. I think he's going to stand the whole way up when he surprises me by grabbing me by my throat and lifting me with him.
My hands wrap around his arm, trying to lift my weight and lessen his hold on my throat.
"Remember Jolene, you're the one who wanted me to step up my game. Anything goes. Right, baby?" Beau's lips caress mine as he whispers out the words.
I nod my consent.
Blood from where I cut him rolls down his chin. Even though my vision is starting to fade, I've never been more turned on in my life.
Needing to bring Beau down a notch, I feign like I'm starting to pass out by loosening my grip on his arm and letting my head roll back. Beau's hold around my neck lightens, just like I thought it would.
In a flash, I use Beau's arm to leverage my body up and swing myself onto his back.
He mutters out a curse as he tries to grab me, but I already attached myself to him.
My arms go around his neck as my legs lock around him like a vise.
I've got the upper hand, and Beau knows it.
But to my surprise and pleasure, Beau doesn't go easy on me.
He winds his hand into the hair at my nape and yanks hard.
Despite my best efforts, my pressure around Beau's neck lets up.
"Aaah! Beau, you dick."
The next minute is a complete blur as Beau and I fight for dominance. I'm not sure when or how we end up on the ground, but we're rolling around and are dangerously close to falling into the pond when I'm finally able to dig in my heels and get Beau in a choke hold.
I think I've got him right where I want him until I feel cold steel glide up my leg.
I gasp when it slices through my shorts.
I'm so shocked that Beau has a chance to flip our positions and hastily cut off the rest of my bottoms. I don't realize he got my lace underwear until I feel the cool night air on my heated core.
"I've been thinking about being buried in this sweet cunt all night. It's about damn time I get to it," Beau growls before slamming into me.
Thank fuck I'm wetter than I've ever been in my life, allowing Beau to easily slide in though he's so thick. Beau's relentless as he slams into me, our skin slapping as my orgasm builds. How this man gets me there so fast is a mystery, but I'm tumbling over the edge in seconds.
"Fuck, yeah. Just like that, Jolene." Beau thrums my clit, prolonging my orgasm. "How many do you think you can give me tonight?"
"As many as you can hand out, pretty boy."
"Challenge. Fucking. Accepted."
Beau pulls out to change our position, but I react, fighting him for dominance.
I punch out, but he dodges at the last second, making my fist glide off his brow, leaving me open for his counterattack.
His quick jab to my ribs forces a grunt from my lips as I try to gain the upper hand.
I wrap my legs around his, but they're slick with my release, which makes it impossible for me to keep my hold.
"Enough."
Beau slams my back into the ground as his hands wrap around my throat. His hips force my legs apart, and then he's burying himself in to the hilt. He's so deep it feels like he's stabbing my lungs, or maybe that's from the lack of oxygen.
My hands are splayed out beside me in the grass, trying to find purchase, when I feel the cool metal of Beau's knife. My eyes turn towards my hand as I raise it, the knife grasped in my palm.
Beau catches me, but he's wrong with what I had in mind. "Don't even think about it, Jo."
I raise my arm, palm up, the knife resting in it.
Hesitantly, Beau reaches for it, one hand still wrapped around my throat, dick buried in my pussy.
"Mark me. Own me," my voice rasps out around Beau's grip.
"Fuuuuck." Beau uses the knife to cut off my already torn shirt, leaving me in my lace bralette. He runs the blade from the hollow of my neck to between my breasts—where he slices through my lace, exposing me—then down below my belly button.
"Here?" His eyes are blazing as he gazes into mine, awaiting my approval.
"Y-yes."
A gasp slips from my lips as the blade tears my flesh. Heat flushes my body as my pussy pulses around Beau's length.
"Fucking hell, Jolene. You're gripping me so tight right now, baby."
"Yes. Fuck. More, Beau."
I have no idea what he's carving into me, and I honestly don't give a fuck. I've never been this high in my life. When Beau's finger runs across my open flesh, my blood painting his skin red, I come undone.
He draws out my release by tightening his hold on my throat as he uses my blood to rub tight circles on my clit, spilling my orgasms from one into the next.
It isn't until I feel his body weight pressed into my own that I realize he came and is just as spent as me, trying to catch his breath.
Our combined cum is leaking down my leg as his dick continues to pulse in my center.
"Beau, you've gotta move. You're smooshing me."
"Shh. Can't feel my body yet," he mumbles in my hair, making me laugh and him groan when I tighten around his dick that's still somehow hard inside of me.
Beau drags himself to his arms until he's staring down at me. "Was that okay? Are you okay?"
"That was fucking perfect, Beau. I can't wait to do it again."
"Ugh, stop talking about it, Jolene. I'm still hard, even though I'm pretty sure I blacked out just now when I came."
"Hmm, then maybe you should do something about that."
I wrap my arms around Beau. I thread one hand in his hair as the other traces lazy circles on his back.
Beau smiles sweetly at me before gently pulling out then thrusting back in. He's holding himself up on his elbows, his hands buried in my hair, our faces barely an inch a part. Beau's moving in earnest now, but it's different than any time we've been together before.
On a stuttered breath, I realize he's making love to me. I thought our day at the pond was making love, but Beau didn’t know the true me then.
He does now, and he’s still here, embracing my crazy and loving me still.
Tears threaten to spill over as the overwhelming sense of love, of being whole, of finding my person crash into me.
"Eyes on me, Joey girl."
I blink them open and find Beau mirroring everything I'm feeling. I'm on the cusp, desperately hanging on, not ready for my release in fear that this feeling will pass.
"Love you, Jolene."
And just like that, I'm done. My release washes over me in waves as Beau pours his love into me. We come down together and enjoy just being connected like this.
"Alright, big guy. As fun as tonight has been, I need my beauty sleep, and I'm starting to get a little cold. Think we can head back to your place?"
"Shit, let's go." Beau tugs me to my feet. He takes his long-sleeve flannel off and wraps me in it. It's long enough to cover my ass and keep me warm until we get back to his place, which doesn't take as long as I expected.
I'm worried Beau will regret our evening once we are out of our little bubble and can see the damage we've inflicted upon each other, but once again, he surprises me by being cool as a cucumber.
We take a quick shower then use some of my goodies from the apothecary to fix up the worst of our bumps and bruises.
Well, everything except the gash on his chin and the B he carved by my hip bone.
Tonight, we claimed each other in every way possible. There's no chance I will get rid of his mark or let him get rid of mine. Whether Beau realizes it or not, the minute he chose me, I chose him. From here on out, he's mine, just as much as I'm his, and I wouldn't have it any other way.