12. Beau
Beau
Ihad never been with someone so responsive. So loose with abandon.
“Please. For the love of God, eat me,” Clark begged, pressing his forearms against the chilly tile. He pushed out his well-formed ass, and I almost asked him to marry me.
I was, after all, already on my knees.
I took a beat to inhale his sexy, clean scent, then ran my tongue up his crease, fully in love with the taste of him. I circled his hole, the sound and taste of wet tongue on wet skin, my breath heavy as the shower pounded down on us. A sensory paradise.
He shook, and his knees buckled.
He started babbling.
I was just getting started.
I buried my face between his cheeks, licking, nipping at his perfect little hole. I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t imagine stretching it to take me. Hell, if Clark was this noisy with just my tongue, I’d need hearing protection once I pushed inside his tight body.
Hm. A few more kisses. Licks. Suckling shower water off the furled entrance.
“Oh, God.”
Clark’s passionate cries made me feel like a fucking king. I sat back, spreading his cheeks to look at his softened hole.
“Beau, please.”
“Please, what?” I asked, swirling my thumb.
He wiggled his ass at me. “More. I need … more.”
“Like this…?”
I sucked at the sensitive skin, then pressed the tip of my tongue against the rim.
“Yes, that.”
I slipped the tip inside of him. His whining pitched up, and he gave himself over, reckless. Perfect.
“Oh my God, oh my God.”
If my tongue weren’t so occupied, I’d have been grinning like an idiot. Clark widened his legs, wiggling his ass. Subtle, he was not.
His cock had grown hard again, so I reached between his legs and pulled it back, tonguing the drops of water that’d collected in his foreskin. Clark was melting down above me, loving every fucking thing I was doing to him.
I pressed my tongue to his slit and stroked his foreskin down onto my tongue, reducing him to broken off grunts and deep, panting breaths.
Fucking conundrum. Did I want his ass or his cock? His hole or his cum?
I spread his cheeks, sucking his cock as I watched his hole tighten and release.
Oh, he wanted that ass play.
I stroked his sensitive foreskin over my tongue a few more times, getting him close before diving back into his ass. I was merciless; tongue fucking him while stroking him until he was practically sobbing. I refused to go easy on him. I gave him everything he begged me for. Deeper, faster, more.
“Fuck, Beau,” he gritted out. “Coming. Again.”
I flicked my tongue as I sped up my stroke game. His shouting gave way to a breathless, high-pitched whine, and his cock pulsed in my hand.
My dick was purple-hard, twitching, begging to be touched, but I couldn’t leave his hole alone. I gentled my licks, my face still buried, moaning.
I kept at it until he reached back and gently tapped my head.
I reluctantly abandoned his hole with a kiss to each cheek. A promise that I would be back. As I stood, I realized that I’d pushed him against the chilly tile and away from the hot water. I dragged him under the steamy shower, rubbing his arms as he smashed his face between my pecs.
“So … rimming is good?” I asked, checking in.
“My vision went white,” he joked into my chest. “If I never see again, it was totally worth it.”
I kissed his head. “You seem a lot more comfortable with a man than I thought you’d be.”
He grinned against my chest. “I would not be this comfortable with some random guy. But with you…” He shot me a look, that pretty olive-brown going straight to my chest. “I feel like I can let you take me apart and nothing bad will happen.”
I cupped his jaw, kissing his forehead, avoiding his lips in case he didn’t like to do that after being rimmed.
I wasn’t surprised, though, when he dragged me down for a deep, exploratory kiss. We made out for a while, kissing and enjoying the hot water. I directed his mouth to one of my nipples, and he latched on, sucking as he placed his hand over mine.
He went after me with abandon, imagination, joy. I held the back of his head, pressing him into my chest, encouraging him to suck harder.
He was happy to oblige, and I whined when he pulled away.
Suddenly, he was on his knees in front of me, water pouring over both of us.
“What are you doing? You’re going to drown down there.”
He shook his head and stared at my cock, a determined look on his face.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I need a do-over.”
“Okay, but … I’m pretty thick. And long. If you just hang out around the head, I’ll be thrilled.”
His shoulders lifted, then dropped. Like maybe he’d been nervous about exactly that.
“Good to know. I wasn’t sure how to approach all of this,” he said, still blowing up my ego with compliments.
“Anything you’re doing with my cock is gonna make me pretty happy,” I assured him, reaching down, stroking his jaw, pushing my thumb into his mouth. He kept his eyes on mine as he sucked; the visual alone nearly enough to do me in.
He pulled off my thumb with a long, slow suck, then took me in hand. Kissing the tip. Tasting the pre-cum dripping from my slit.
“You don’t have to…” I started to repeat.
Ignoring me, he sucked the head into his mouth.
He was a little sloppy, and his suction was a little softer than I usually liked, but the determined set of his shoulders made me proud.
His hands went to my nuts, gently squeezing them.
Pulling and twisting. I groaned, and he deepened his suction, lashing his tongue around the thick ridge.
“You might just be the perfect man,” I said.
“Doubt it,” he said, pulling off with a pop. “But I like this. A lot.”
We locked gazes for probably just a few seconds, but time seemed to stretch out between us. Then he winked and took me into his mouth again, this time gripping my shaft with both hands as he sucked me off.
I placed my hand on his head, not to pressure him, just to let it move up and down with his motion. Everything about this man turned me on.
For one, he didn’t know how to give up, a determination that seemed to be paying off with his mouth. He went a little deeper, the stretch of his lips obscene over my thick shaft.
Not wanting to overwhelm him, I gently pulled him away from me and tugged him up to standing.
“Was that not good?”
I kissed him, tasting myself on him. “No, it was perfect. I’m just selfish.” I rubbed my thumb over his lip. “I want to be kissing you as I come.”
I must’ve said something right because his expression softened and he nodded.
I slicked my cock with soap bubbles, jacking myself as I pulled him into a kiss. His hands went over mine, following my lead as I plundered his mouth. Within seconds, the orgasm took me, and I spilled against his belly.
He pulled away, looking at the cum on his skin with wonder in his eyes. He ran his fingers through it. Tasting it.
“Blech. Soapy,” he said, laughing at himself as he let the water wash it away.
I chuckled, then held him as he went quiet.
Running my fingers through his wet hair, I checked in. “You still okay with everything we did?”
Clark nodded. Nosing my nipple as he asked, “Is it too needy to ask you to spend the night?”
Considering I was about to propose to you…
Instead, I went for reasonable. “You sure River is gonna stay with Miguel?”
“Yep,” he said as he rubbed my belly and gave my nipple another delicate suck. “I like you, and it’s been a long time since I’ve cuddled in bed.”
“Me too.”
I didn’t mind the one-and-done nature of my sex life, usually. But I hadn’t wanted to leave him behind either.
After finishing in the bathroom, we made our way to his bedroom. Still naked, he slipped under the covers and held them open for me. I slid in, lying flat on my back. He rolled toward me, gluing himself to my side. Kissing my shoulder as he worked his fingers through my chest hair.
“Sorry, sex makes me a little needy.”
“I like it,” I said, my breath hitching as he drew delicate fingers through the thick patch of hair at the base of my cock.
Even as he relaxed and became sleepy, his fingers remained curious. Hefting the weight of my balls, palming my soft cock. Gently sucking on the nipple closest to him as he examined my hands.
“I won’t be able to go again for a while, but if you find yourself awake in the middle of the night, feel free to suck on whatever you want,” I said, kissing his eyebrow.
He pumped my cock and balls again. “Good to know.”
Drifting.
It wasn’t late at all, maybe eight or nine. Sleep pulled us under all the same.
I woke up in the middle of the night to him sucking on my soft cock. Gentle, exploratory. I turned on the dim lamp to let him know I was awake. He reached up and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as he deepened the suction.
I grew quickly, stretching his slick lips, forcing him to adjust.
“I want your ass,” I said, my voice wrecked with sleep.
He pulled away from me and pouted.
“Why the pout? You don’t want me to eat you out?”
“I’m pouting because I want both.”
“Then keep your mouth down there, but swivel around so you can give me your ass.”
“Huh. Okay,” he murmured, taking me in his mouth again.
In the dim light, I could see him working out the logistics of a sixty-nine as he sucked me. After a moment, he spun his body around, still sucking on me.
On that thought, I quickly stuck my face in his ass. Eating him out was pure pleasure, the taste of his skin, the horny sounds of his mouth muffled by my cock. Tongue fucking him was a little easier this time. That I was the reason he was a little loose made me unreasonably proud.
I went deeper than before, and he fucking loved it. I wanted so much for this to be a preview of things to come. Speaking of, the closer he got, the more I wanted to taste him.
He gave a garbled complaint when I pulled my tongue out of his ass, then moaned in approval when I raised his hips and fed his cock into my mouth.
That winking hole, though. I sucked my finger into my mouth alongside his cock, getting it wet, then pressing it against his hole. He pulled back, just for a second.
“Please.”
I pressed the finger inside, and he moaned loudly. He got even louder when I added more spit and a second finger. I took him deep, stroking his insides. He was practically weeping as I attacked those delicate nerve endings.
The sounds of his pleasure and the way he was working my cock head got me there in seconds. I tried to pull away, but he doubled down, deepening his suction.
I pulled back. “Gonna come.”
Ignoring my warning, he took me deeper and sucked harder.
If his pleasure brought me up to the edge, his bravery was the thing that drop-kicked me over it. I let the orgasm take me, spilling into his mouth. He swallowed as much of it as he could, then started clenching around my finger.
I never wanted to leave this moment.
He choked on my cum, shouting as he came down the back of my throat.
His full-body shiver layered over with his cum-drunk expression, eyes fluttering, clumsy with pleasure. A little too quick for his own balance, he spun around, nearly falling off the bed. I grabbed him, and he kissed me, licking into my mouth, sharing our combined spend like a delicacy.
“Did you like what I did with my fingers?” I asked softly.
He bit at his lip, nodding.
“Next time, I’ll use lube. Maybe add a third finger.”
His eyes glowed. “Yes. Please.”
“And, maybe, if you’re patient enough, we can work up to my cock.” I grabbed his ass. “In here.”
He smiled. Pleased. Silly. “I’d like that.”
“You’re not scared? Nervous?” I ran my thumb over his cheek. “It’s okay to be.”
He shook his head as if he didn’t understand the question. “Scared of you? Never. You would never harm me.”
“Never,” I assured him. Cupping his jaw, I brought him in for another soft kiss before we resumed our positions.
Me on my back, him plastered against my side, holding on for dear life.
I got up early the next morning; my body was used to being up before the sun.
Waking with Clark still in my arms, still holding on for dear life, filled me with dangerous thoughts.
Even as I reminded myself that this was just a vacation fling, I couldn’t help but think he looked like an angel with mussed brown hair.
Something about him called out to me. Made me want to care for him. To make life just as sweet for him.
Nope, nope, nope.
That kind of thinking would only get me into trouble.
He slept like the dead, so I carefully rolled away from his octopus-like grip and snuck out of bed. Grabbing one of the Snow Creek Ranch notepads, I jotted out a short note and left quietly.
It felt like I was abandoning something precious. Like a piece of my heart.