Chapter Twenty-Seven
Beau
She loves me. It’s the only thing that is going through my head right now. She loves me, and she’s here with me, and I’m going to make her mine. I’m going to make sure that every single time she moves tomorrow, she will feel me over her.
“I hope you’re ready,” I say, not sure if I’m telling myself or her or maybe both of us. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.” I take her shirt off, going to roll her nipples, and her back arches up. “I’ve waited forever.” Kissing her between her breasts, I feel her heart pounding under my lips, and I’m happy that I’m not the only one who is going through all this. I trail my tongue down her trim stomach, my hands pulling down her shorts and taking her panties with them.
“Fuck,” I hiss out when I see her trimmed landing strip. I don’t even think twice before my mouth devours her pussy. I lick all the way up, tasting her on my tongue and making me want more and more. Her hand goes into my hair, and I hear her moan. My tongue slides inside her at the same time my thumbs open her lips up, and I see her clit ready for me. “Fuck,” I say, using one of my thumbs to rub in a circle, my tongue missing her taste. I take her clit into my mouth as my finger enters her. “Wet,” I say between sucking.
“Beau.” When she says my name, my cock wants out now. “I’m going to …” She pants now, and my finger thrusts into her even faster, and then I add another one. “Right there.” I look up at the same time she opens her legs even more and moves her hips up and down. “I’m going to …”
“I know,” I say, my fingers getting wetter and wetter. “Let go, baby. I have you,” I say, biting down on her clit, and she finally lets go. Her legs close around my head as she thrashes from left to right, her whole body trembling. I don’t let her go until she stops, and her eyes open slowly.
“Beau,” she says, and it’s everything I thought it would be. I crawl up her body, stopping to take one of her nipples, and then I claim her mouth again. But this time, she isn’t afraid or nervous. No, she puts her leg over mine and turns me to my back, our mouths finding each other right away. Her tongue slides with mine for just a minute more. “I’ve played this moment over and over in my head,” she says, kissing the side of my lips and then trailing them to my neck. “I’d watch you walk in and wonder what was underneath.” Her tongue circles my nipple, and she nips it. “I’d go home, and I would take my toy out.”
“Your toy?” I ask. My cock suddenly gets even harder, and I didn’t think that was possible.
“My toy.” Her tongue traces her lips. “Every single time, it was you. Every single time, I thought it was you.” She straddles me now, sitting on my thighs.
“If you think the first time we do this, it’s with you riding, then you don’t know me like you think you do,” I say, and her eyes almost light up.
“I’m okay with that.” She smiles and takes her hand to rub up and down my covered cock. “Just as long as you know that I’ll be riding you.” She squeezes my cock, and it’s my turn to moan. “But first, I want to take you in my mouth.”
“Is that so?” I ask, and she just nods her head. “You’re going to take me all the way?”
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” she says, pulling down my shorts and freeing my cock. She licks her lips as she eyes my cock. She puts her hands around the base of my cock, and my head goes back on the bed, and I close my eyes. “Bigger …” She moves her hands up and down. “Than my toy.”
“I’m throwing that toy out,” I hiss when she leans down and licks my head.
“We don’t have to throw out the toy.” My eyes watch as she takes the tip of my cock in her mouth. “I thought that maybe you can tease me with it.” Her mouth now takes a bit more of my cock.
“The only cock going into you will be mine,” I say between clenched teeth. She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she just moans out around my cock. I move the hair away from her face so I can see her swallow my cock. She gags a bit. “Go easy, baby,” I say, her eyes looking over at me. “Take it a little at a time.” She bobs her head up and down, and I could die right here. I could die watching her take my cock. Her mouth comes off, and she licks my cock right down to my balls, sucking one in and then the other.
“Fuck, I want to sit on this cock,” she says, moving her hand up and down. “So bad.” She puts her mouth over my cock, and I let her play for a little more, and when I’m about to come, I grab her hair and pull her head back. “I’m not done,” she moans, and before she says anything else, I swallow her words.
“I need a condom,” I say when I finally let her mouth go, the both of us panting with need. My cock so ready to sink in her.
“I’m on the pill,” she tells me. “And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in eight years,” I say, and she just looks at me. “No one was you. I stopped trying.”
She moves over to the middle of the bed, and I crawl over to her. “Make love to me.” She opens her legs for me. I hold my cock in my hand and rub it up and down her slit. She’s so wet and ready for me.
Her eyes watch my every single move. “Do you want to put me in you?” I ask, and she reaches out, grabbing my cock and placing it at her entrance. I slide in the head of my cock, and both of us just sigh. I fall forward, placing my hands by her head. Her hand reaches for my elbow and moves up to my shoulder and then my neck. She tilts her head back the same time I put my head down to kiss her. I slide my tongue into her mouth the same time I bury my cock into her. We swallow each other’s moans, then she pulls back to say my name and opens her legs wider, but one of my hands blocks her. I sit up on my knees now, my cock not moving from inside her.
“You need to move,” she says as she adjusts herself for me. “I need you to move.” Her words come out breathlessly. I put one of her legs on my shoulder and fall forward again, putting my hands beside her hips and going even deeper than I thought I could.
“Beau.” She calls my name again, and this time, I move in her. My hips move up and down, playing with her clit at the same time, as I pull out and slowly enter her again. I try to go as slow as I can, but when she puts her hands on my neck and looks me in the eyes, her voice comes out in a pant. “Harder.” She tries to lift her hips off the bed to meet my thrusts, but I slam into her and then move my hips up and down, teasing her clit again. I bend my head, putting my forehead on hers as I slam into her over and over again. Our lips touch sometimes, and when they do, she slides her tongue into my mouth.
“Right there,” she says every time I slam into her. Each time harder and harder. “I’m going to,” she says, and I slam my mouth on hers. Our tongues tangle together while she spasms over my cock, and I empty myself in her. I bury my face into her neck, trying to get my breathing under control. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me close to her.
“How much time between?” she asks, and when I get up and look at her, she is smiling.
“What do you mean?” I ask, leaning down and taking her lips in a kiss.
“I mean, I could go again now.” She squeezes my cock with her pussy. “From the feel of it …” She squeezes me again. “You are also good to go.”
I move out of her and slam into her again, my cock still rock hard. “I think I’m good to go also.”
“Good.” She rubs her hands up my back. “It’s my turn to ride.” The last word is drawn out in a long moan. She wiggles under me, and I take my cock out of her. She gets on her knees now in front of me and shocks me when she leans over and takes my cock into her mouth all the way to the base.
“Fuck,” I say. My hand goes to her head, and my hips move on their own. I see her ass wiggling side to side, so I lean over and smack her ass. She just moans through it.
“Are you playing with yourself?” I ask. When she nods, I think I’m going to shoot down her throat. She lets go of my cock.
“Sit down with your head against the headboard,” she tells me, and I look at her. “I’ve thought about th
is for many years.”
“Have you?” I ask. My hand reaches for her pussy. I put two fingers in her, and she moans. “How many times?”
“Every day,” she says. “Sometimes twice a day, depending on how hot you looked.” She shocks me and moves her pussy away from me. “Sit.” She points at the headboard, tossing the pillows on the floor.
I sit with my back to the headboard, and my cock sticking up. “Okay, baby.” I take my cock in my hand. “Hop on.”
“Oh, I plan to,” she says, throwing her leg over my hips. “I plan on it.” She leans forward, sliding her tongue in my mouth, and I feel her hand on my cock. She puts her knees by my hips and slowly slides all the way down.
“So fucking good,” I say, letting go of her mouth. My hands go to her hips, and I try to help, but she shakes her head.
“This is my rodeo,” she says, leaning forward. Putting her hands on the headboard, she lifts herself up and impales herself on me. “I get to ride.” She does it again, leaning more into me, and I take one of her nipples between my teeth. She hisses but moves up and down faster. “How I want to ride.” She lets one hand go from the headboard and brings it to her clit where she rubs it back and forth.
I push her hand away. “You can ride,” I say, rubbing right and left, “but I’m going to be the one who makes you come.” Her head falls back, and she puts her hands on my legs behind her, giving me room to play with her clit. I let her ride me, taking one nipple between my teeth and then sucking at the same time I play with her clit. “You close?” she puts her hands back on the headboard, riding me faster.
“Yes,” she hisses as she rides my cock, not once letting go of the headboard. “I’m almost there,” she tells me, and I can feel it. Her pussy tightens more and more around my cock every single time she moves up. “I’m there,” she says, and I feel her come on my cock. I wait for her to finish, and when she slows down, she sits up and wraps her hands around my neck, her mouth finding mine. I kiss her while she sits on my cock.
“You done?” I ask, and she looks at me and nods. “Good,” I say, pulling her up off me. “My turn.” She looks at me unsure, and I flip her over. “Face down, ass up,” I say, grabbing her by the hips and entering her in one long thrust. We’re both panting, but I don’t let off. Holding her hips, I slam into her over and over again. She comes two more times before I feel my balls tighten, and I plant myself all the way and come in her again.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Savannah
“Just one more time.” I start kissing his neck as he tries to push me away with one hand while pulling me to him with the other one.
“Baby.” He rolls me to the side, and the way he says my name, I know that I’m going to win this one. “It’s been seven times.”
“Well, that’s bad luck,” I say, smiling at him. Leaning forward, I kiss him. We spent the day in bed, getting up just after noon to eat something, and that went out the window when I bent over in front of him and the T-shirt I was wearing rode up over my ass, giving him a clear way to sink into me. I held on to the counter for dear life, and I loved every single minute of it. I always thought sex with him would be amazing, especially after I used to hear the women boast about him, which I know were all lies now. “Things are always better in even numbers.”
“Is it now?” he says as I reach between us and grab his hard cock in my hand. “God, I don’t think I have the energy.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I got this,” I say. I laugh and go under the covers and take his cock in my mouth and by the time we finish, not only do I start on top, but it ends with him holding the headboard this time and pounding into me.
“God, I thought the last time was good,” he says when he rolls off me. “I was wrong.” I laugh now, getting out of bed and going over to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”
“To clean up,” I say over my shoulder. “Take a shower.” He throws the sheet off him and gets up to come with me. His cock is still semi-hard, and his legs thick and full of muscle. “Where are you going?”
“Someone needs to wash your back.” He smacks my ass as he walks by me to the shower.
“The last time that happened, we almost flooded the bathroom.” I point at the tub.
“That was your fault.” He turns on the water in the shower. “I told you that it’s a myth. You can’t get stuck on cock in water.” I throw my head back and laugh. “Now get in.” He holds open the door.
“No funny stuff,” I say as I walk in even though I know I’m not even going to stop him. We stay in the shower until the water runs cold. That night, I fall asleep naked in his arms, and we both wake up, looking for each other. He makes love to me slowly during the night, and when I wake up the next morning, it’s with his face between my legs.
“What time are we leaving?” I ask from my side of the bed, holding the sheet up on my chest while I drink the coffee he made for me.
“We can leave after this,” he says. “I’m going to have someone come and replace the bed this week.”
“What?” I ask, shocked.
“He’s not going to have the bed we have sex on,” he says, and I laugh, leaning forward and kissing him. We get up after we finish our coffee and make the bed, then get dressed.
On the ride home, we talk this time, the nervousness of before gone. He stops at the diner on the way home, and I get out with not a care in the world. He puts his arm around me, and I slip my fingers in the hand that is hanging over my shoulder, then lean over and kiss his neck. I almost forget that it’s not just the two of us. But that all changes when we walk into the diner and all the talking stops, and everyone looks over at the door.
“We aren’t in Kansas anymore,” I mumble and drop his hand, expecting him to drop his arm from around my shoulders, but he doesn’t.
“Afternoon, everyone,” he says, smiling as we walk in, letting his hand fall now, but linking our hands together. “Thought I would bring the missus in for a burger.” I see some of the old ladies side-eye me and shake their heads. I put my head down, avoiding eye contact when we sit in the booth, and he looks at me. “What are you getting?” he asks, tapping his thumb on the table.
I avoid his eyes, not wanting him to see the stupid tears that have creeped up. “I don’t know. I’m not that hungry,” I say, and he stops strumming his finger.
“Don’t let the old ones get to you,” he says, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. “If they know they get to you, they will keep doing it.”
“It’s easy for you to say.” I look at him. “You haven’t been the outsider your whole life.” He doesn’t have a chance to say anything before Mr. Lewis comes over.
“I brought you two some root beer floats.” He puts the frosted mugs in front of us. “It’s a wedding present.” He smiles at us. “Always knew you two would end up together.” He winks and walks away.
“Well, I guess it was just the two of us then,” I say, grabbing one of the cold mugs and taking the straw and dunking it in. Then I grab the spoon and take a bite of the ice cream. I’m about to say something else when the door opens, and Chase comes in. “Oh, God,” I say, my hands suddenly nervous. He looks around the room, smiling to a couple of people, and then when he turns and looks our way, he just glares. He walks over to the counter and sits with his back to us. “I guess I deserved that one.”
“Well, if you think that is bad,” Beau says, “Melody just gave me the look of death.” I look around, spotting her at a table with her grandmother.
“She is still looking our way,” I say, and he gets up, walking to my side of the booth and slipping in.
“Well, then let’s give them something to talk about,” he says right before he kisses me. Make no mistake about it, his tongue slides with mine, and I taste the sweet of the ice cream on his tongue.
“I love you,” he whispers when he stops kissing me, and I’m about to tell him the same when someone fills the booth, and I look over at Liam.
“Hey there, little brother
,” he says, and I can feel Beau’s energy change from beside me. “Heard you finally got married.” His smile is creepy and leery, and I wonder how such a horrible human could have made Ethan. “Always wanted to be me.” He looks around to make sure no one is listening. “Even took my sloppy seconds.”
I put my hand on Beau’s chest to stop him from jumping over the table and attacking Liam. “He isn’t worth it.”
“Yeah, listen to your woman,” Liam says. “Besides, I don’t want to embarrass you in front of her.”
“Move.” I push Beau. “I’m out. I’m not going to sit at this table with him.” I point at Liam as Beau gets up. “He is a little, two-inch man, literally, and what’s worse, he’s also a two-pump man.” I look at the table. “I feel sorry for your wife.” Liam looks at me with shock. “It’s no wonder she had to have Botox all over her face. How can she fake it for so long? I mean, last I heard, she said you can’t even get it up anymore.” I look at Beau now. “Can we stop by and see Ethan on our way home?”
He pushes the hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear. “We sure can.” He smiles. “Liam, it’s been a pleasure as always.” Then he looks down at his crotch. “Good luck with that.” He points at his crotch and takes my hand, and we walk out.
It’s only when we are away from the diner do I look over at him. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I say, and he just keeps walking to the truck.
“Don’t let him get to you,” he says, opening the passenger door for me. “If you let him get to you, he wins.” He kisses my nose. “And I refuse to let Liam win anymore.”
“If I didn’t love you before …” I wrap my arms around his waist. “I would love you now.”
“Good,” he says. “Now let’s go see our boy.” I smile, getting in and making our way over to Jacob and Kallie’s house.
Ethan runs out the minute we stop the truck. He runs to me first, and I don’t have to bend as much to kiss him. He walks over to Beau where he gives him a side hug. “Hey, Uncle Beau.”
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