18. Beau
Beau
Five a.m. came like a haymaker to my face. I did not want to get out of bed. Not just because I hadn’t slept that well in a long, long time, but because I didn’t want to let Clark go.
I had not anticipated last night going the way it had. I liked being edged, sure, but I’d never had someone spend so much time with me. The level of focus and patience that took … I was a mess over this man.
Regrettably, I still had a job to do.
This time, when I tried to slide out of Clark’s grip, I wasn’t able to sneak away quite so cleanly.
“No,” he whined, tightening his grip on me.
“Clark, sweetheart. I’ve got to get ready for the day. We have tomorrow’s overnight to prepare for.”
“Then let me help you.”
“You’re supposed to spend this day resting because it’s gonna be a long day tomorrow. We probably won’t get much sleep on the overnight, and then a long day back.”
I sounded super reasonable and everything, but then Clark let me go and turned on the lamp before sending me his most disgruntled look. He had no right looking sexy all mussed with sleep in his eyes and one side of his hair flattened against his skull.
“It’s five,” I pointed out as I left the bed, found my boxers, and slipped them on. “In the morning.”
“And we’re up, so let’s get some coffee.”
He rose, flat-backed, to a seated position. Not unlike a zombie. I started laughing.
“What?” he grumped.
“Your hair is spectacular,” I said, running my fingers through it.
Er. Hm. My finger-combing did not improve things. I mean … his hair was no longer matted to the side of his head, but now it looked like he’d stuck his finger in a light socket.
He glared at me and knocked my hand away. “That’s because I went to sleep with wet hair last night.”
“And a perfect orgasm.”
His grouchy-looking face dissolved into a smile. “And a perfect orgasm.”
He started to get out of bed, then stopped at the edge. He hissed and sent me a scathing glare.
“Little sore there, are ya?” I asked, grinning.
“Maybe.”
He eased back onto his pillow and groaned. “It’s a good thing I’ve got a day of rest so that I don’t have to ride with my ass sore.”
“You might actually be a little sore tomorrow, too.”
I did feel bad about that.
He stared at the ceiling, fussing with the rolled collar on his well-loved T-shirt. “Do you think it’ll be sore like after putting in a hard day at the gym? Like, the kind of sore that makes you proud of yourself?”
I grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. “I think it might be exactly like that.”
He rolled his neck and sent me a smile. “Then that’s okay.”
“Weren’t you getting up?” I asked, leaning down to peck his nose.
“So sore,” he groaned. “But I wanted to get up because you were already gone when I woke up yesterday, and I couldn’t put my mouth on you.”
That was pretty sad. I mean, I still didn’t have the time today, but … I made a big production of putting on my watch and checking the time.
Clark grinned and pulled me down till I was partially on top of him. He hissed again, so I rolled us until he was on top.
“Mmm. Nipples.” He pushed up my T-shirt, running his fingers through the thick fur on my chest. He nuzzled at the nipple closest to him, then sucked it into his mouth until I forgot how words worked.
He sucked and nipped at me, running his hand over the little bit of belly. Soon his fingers were dipping below the waistline of my boxers, playing in the pubic hair, tickling my loose balls.
He pulled back, sucking hard until the nipple popped out of his mouth.
“Know what I saw when I was researching edging?”
“No idea,” I said, running my hand down his back, letting my fingers drift over the cleft of his ass. Pushing my middle finger into his taint area.
“Docking. Kind of like what you did with your tongue that one time, but with cocks.”
“Sweetie, I know what docking is. That’s why I knew to do the thing with my tongue,” I said, kissing the tip of his nose as I gently pressed my fingertip against his puffy hole.
He squirmed.
“Too much?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. Like maybe he was remembering something fondly. “It’s the perfect kind of sore.”
We lay there for a few more moments; me pressing at his tender hole and him laying kisses across my collarbone.
Finally, his eyes flew open. “Oh, right. Docking.”
“You wanna dock me this morning?”
“Wait? I’m docking you?”
“Yeah, you’re the one with the foreskin.”
He bit at his lower lip, then nodded. I shifted so that we were facing each other. He looked down between us and rolled his hips just a little, just to touch our tips together.
“Can we try it?”
I reached behind me for the lube. Fuck being on time. “You bet.”
“You’ll show me how?”
“Of course.”
I lubed up my hand and then our cocks. Touched our tips together, then carefully worked his skin over my head. Clark’s eyes widened.
“Too much now?” I asked, pausing.
“Nope. Keep doing it.”
I did as he asked. The sensation of his skin over my sensitive head was heavenly.
Clark grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked his hand, taking over.
I’d had to be delicate because I didn’t know how intense or not that would be for him.
His grip was a lot firmer, and his strokes a lot more forceful.
The slick and slide were getting both of us there awfully quickly.
“If you grip tight enough to seal the foreskin around my head when we come, it can feel pretty good,” I said, losing my breath.
He nodded. “Fuck yeah.”
While he’d been stroking, we were gently rolling our hips, pushing against one another. Clark’s noises turned desperate, and he pinned the foreskin around the circumference of my head.
“Fuck, fuck,” he spat out. “Coming.”
The force of his ejaculation into that tiny, nerve-rich space sent me over the edge, and I came too. The way his foreskin bulged with our combined spend was obscene. I grabbed one of the towels from last night, setting it under us just as he pulled away.
He held up his dripping hand. “Messy.”
I grasped his hand and licked it clean. “Delicious.”
We kissed, and I wished I had another one in me, but between last night and this morning, he’d made sure I was well emptied. Still, I couldn’t seem to pull away from his grip. He pressed our cocks together lengthwise, stroking lazily.
“I wanna do this with you all day long,” Clark murmured, sounding drunk.
“The morning after we get back from the trail ride is an off day for everyone. If you think River is gonna spend the day with Miguel, then I will happily spend the day in bed with you.”
Clark pressed his forehead against mine, nodding, still stroking us. I’d half a mind to let him keep going. Maybe he could tease another out of me.
“Dad!”
Clark groaned, still stroking.
“Dad! I see your light on!”
“I wouldn’t come in here if I were you,” he called back.
“Are you in there with Beau?”
“Maybe,” I answered, my voice gravely. I grimaced and looked at Clark. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
Clark, however, was laughing his ass off. And still stroking us.
“He’s gotta learn.”
Ah, geez.
“I’m scarred for life,” River said, tapping at the door with his stick.
“Then don’t look in the bathroom trash,” Clark retorted.
“I regret not sleeping in.”
“I don’t,” I sing-songed.
With that, River stomped away. The door to his bedroom opened, then slammed shut.
Dramatic.
“Can’t believe you did that,” I said, my breath catching.
Clark touched the fingertips of his non-stroking hand to his narrow chest. “I’m supposed to be here. You’re the interloper.”
I looked down at his hand, which was still going. “Funny you should say that, considering what you’re doing to me right now.”
Clark went thoughtful, a completely put-on expression. “And what am I doing?”
Instead of calling him out, I pressed my forehead to his shoulder, letting the slick sounds of his stroking fill my ears.
“Do you want to come, or do you want me to give you just enough to make you want to come back tonight?”
“I’m coming back tonight, regardless.”
“Good answer.” Clark tightened his hold, rolling his hips so that we were bumping and sliding against each other in the hot grip of his hand.
“Maybe tonight I can eat your ass,” he whispered, touching his nose to mine. “Put my tongue in your asshole while I stroke you off.”
That was all I needed to hear. I bit down on my tongue as I came, whimpering. He pressed his face between my pecs, muffling his happy noises.
“You are the worst,” I whispered.
“Mmhmm.”
Finally getting out of bed, Clark checked the bathroom, making sure I could clean up without terrorizing his son. Well, not further terrorizing his son.
Afterward, we kissed until both of us had beard burn, and I was still playing grab ass as we made our way to the front door.
“See you this evening,” he said, palming my cock through my jeans.
“I can’t wait.”
This was gonna hurt when it ended, but I couldn’t help myself.
I never stood a chance.