“You have no idea how breathtaking you look down there, darlin’.”
I feel powerful. Sexy. Unstoppable.
“Come on, dirty girl. Your turn.” He bends at the waist and helps me up to my feet. Before I can wipe my mouth, he smashes his lips to mine, finding my tongue in desperate need, and strokes me to a new kind of ecstasy. Lust.
I’m consumed by everything he gives me. Everything he takes from me.
Jesus, the man can kiss.
He continues to kiss me for what feels like hours, until I’m pushed back against the counter.
“Up.” He drops to his knees, while I climb up and spread my legs open for him.
“Jesus, I’ll have to fuck your mouth every day, darlin’. You’re dripping for me.” He pushes his tongue between his teeth and with a devilish grin lifts it in two quick flicks.
Oh, God, yes please.
“Hands beside you, flat on the counter,” he orders, but this time I don’t want to comply.
“No. I want to touch you.” His eyes narrow at first, waiting for me to submit, but I don’t.
“Please, Beau,” I push, needing this more than he knows. I know he said it would be like this, but I need to connect with him on this.
“I’ll give you this one today, but next time you learn what happens when you disobey me.” He shakes his head before lightly nipping at my thigh.
My fingers move to his hair, spreading wide to pull the length between them. I want to ponder on what kind of punishment I would find myself taking, but time ceases to exist when the rough tingle of his beard lets me know his mouth is there. A moment later, his tongue spears my clit and two fingers fill me.
I block out everything else, too lost in what his fingers and his tongue are doing to me.
All thoughts of punishment gone.
“Do you have any other family alive?” I ask later that afternoon as we lay in bed naked. After Beau made me come with his mouth on the counter, twice, we sat and ate breakfast before racing back to bed where Beau made me come apart with his cock.
We’ve spent the rest of the day switching between the kitchen and Beau’s bed. I shouldn’t be able to walk, let alone talk with how many orgasms I’ve received in the last twenty-four hours. But I can and now we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.
“Only the club left,” he answers, his finger trailing soft circles along my neck.
“Did you grow up in Rushford?” I keep the questions coming. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt Beau is completely relaxed to open up.
“Yeah, grew up with Nix and the club. What about you? You always lived here?”
“I grew up in Los Angeles. My mom and dad were actors.”
“Yeah? Movies?”
“No.” I laugh. “I should say aspiring actors. They were in a few TV commercials, but my mom and dad were free spirits. They never really had a serious job, always floating from place to place.”
“How did they die?”
“When I was twelve they were in a car accident. I was at a friend’s house for the night. They were driving out to a party when a drunk driver ran a stop sign. My mom died instantly. My dad died three days later.”
“Sucks, darlin’, losing your parents so young.” He presses his lips to the side of my head, offering me comfort.
“Yeah, it was hard, I had to move to Redwick to live with my nan. I hated it at first, but every day was better than the last. My nan was great. She let me adjust, and have my moments until I finally came around. I took it hard when she died five years ago. She was the last of my family.” He squeezes me closer, breathing in my scent.
“I felt the same way when my ma died.” He offers his own story. “My sister, Missy, died first. It was tough on all of us, but Ma, she was a mess. Thinking back now, part of her died that day too. Then two years later when we all just got back to a good place, Dad died suddenly one morning. Aneurism. Fucking brutal. By the time she was diagnosed with cancer the following year, she was ready to go. It was bittersweet. I knew she didn’t want to fight, so in the beginning, I was fighting harder for the both of us.”
My heart breaks a little for him. To suffer the loss of his whole family over a period of a few years can’t be anything short of agony.
“It took a while for me to forgive her, leaving me for them. But I understand it now. She lost too much.”
I don’t know what to say. I mean what could I say?
Nothing.
I don’t offer words. I simply let him continue to stroke my hair, the silence comforting enough for both of us.
We must have drifted off shortly after, because the next thing I know, Beau’s shifting me off his chest to answer his cell phone.
“Yeah?” he answers in greeting.
I roll to my side and check the clock.
Just after six.
We’d fallen asleep for four hours.
“Yep. Can do.” He opens the drawer of the nightstand, grabs a pen and a pad of paper, writing on it quickly.
“Yeah, probably four hours.” He continues to write. “Okay, thanks.” He ends the call and then starts typing out a text.
“Everything okay?”
“Sorry, darlin’. I gotta head out.” He drops his phone to the nightstand, presses his knee to the bed, and leans over to kiss me. I want to ask him why, but I know it’s for someone in need.
“Okay,” is all I say, before returning his kiss. He doesn’t take it deep, just peppers three more along the corner of my mouth then pulls back.