Beautiful Deceit

by Albany Walker

  I turn off the light and walk out. It’s dark and quiet so I figure he's already asleep. I tiptoe to my side of the bed and pull back the covers, sitting down. Beau is already laying there, so I end up sitting on his arm. I jump up giggling at the hilarity of my situation. It quickly turns to belly laughs.

  I was so nervous, but now thankfully the tension is gone. I can relax after the laughing fit I have. Beau doesn't say anything about my fit. My eyes adjust to the dark enough that I can see him fine. He is in fact still awake, which means he had seen me walk over and didn't even move.

  He smiles watching me.

  He murmurs,"I like the way you laugh, so real and unrestrained."

  I clear my throat, "You're on my side"

  "Well get in," he says after moving over an inch or two.

  "I won't fit there," I huff, hating that I have to explain.

  He growls, "Get in bed Samantha."

  "Okay Be-a-u," I mock giving his name additional syllables and lie down on my back. I'm in no way comfortable. I flop on my side curling my legs up, my butt pushed against his hip. I sigh feeling better.

  His body curls behind me, "See, more than enough room. I might like this little ass bed after all. Now you've got nowhere to go." He molds his body to mine from head to toe and wrapping his arms over my hip, around my tummy. I almost suck it in but stop myself. Just because I'm softer than what he's used to, doesn't mean he won't like what he feels.

  I listen to his breath even out, his body becomes increasingly heavier on mine. The weight of his arms sinks further into me as he relaxes in sleep. It’s not uncomfortably heavy, just enough to let me know he is relaxed, asleep, or close to it.

  I was worried he'd want to have sex, but now that he doesn't, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Does he not want me? Did something I do freak him out? Is he only here because he feels obligated?

  My thoughts run in circles, until I finally fall asleep.

  I wake feeling overly warm. I feel fingers gliding up the back of my thigh then over my bottom and up my back. I feel Beau behind me, his warm breath fanning over my nape. My back arches as he presses against me. I grind back letting out a long exhale.

  Beau's lips are at the side of my neck, his hips rocking into me.

  "Sammy?" He grates then bites my shoulder.

  "Mm," is my less than articulate reply.

  "You awake baby? You want me touching you, right Sweets?"

  "Yes," comes out breathless. Beau turns me on my back and lowers his lips to mine. His mouth is warm and thick as he starts the kiss. My hands seek his bare shoulder and neck. I'm needy for his kiss. I want to pull him on top of me. He leans down and lifts the hem of my shirt, slowly sliding it up. I sit up enough to pull it off and my full breasts bounce right in front of his face.

  He doesn't waste the opportunity, his mouth is around my nipple instantly, my hands go to his hair, curling while grabbing handfuls of it to urge him on. He makes a gratifying sound. I feel it on my skin. He bites down, pulling back on the sensitive skin.

  He kisses my lips gently, "Sammy I want to be inside you so bad, but I need to know you're ready and that you want that. Do you want me inside you?” His hips rock forward emphasizing his words.

  "Yes Beau," he exhales like he was holding his breath. He continues to move his body against mine.

  His face lowers back to my breast as he leans over me. The feel of his toned body laying on mine is intoxicating. My thoughts scatter as he moves between my legs. My panties and his boxers offer very little in the barrier that separates us. I can feel his need. It feels wonderful knowing I've created it.

  Beau sits back on his heels, tracing his finger under the edge of my panties, asking permission. I lift my hips as an answer. He slides the material down to my knees, then lifts my foot up to remove the fabric from one leg. He places my foot back on the bed, my knee folded at his side after placing an open mouth kiss on the inside of my ankle. He does the same with the other side. I try to close my legs a bit, but he doesn't allow it, holding me open by placing his palm on the inside of my thigh.

  "Shy now, Sweets? After you already came on my tongue?” He bends to kiss me, “I want to see and touch every inch of you Sammy, no hiding." I want him so bad. I don't care right now anyway that my instincts move me to cover myself.

  "Condom?" I offer as a kind of answer.

  "Where?" He asks and lays over me again kissing my neck and down my throat.

  I'm confused by his response, "huh?" his hand is cupping my breast as he rocks his hips forward, it’s the only answer I can give

  "Where are the condoms baby?"

  "I don't know."

  He grunts, "Samantha, where are your condoms?" Beau’s question is punctuated with a harder thrust.

  I moan my response, “I don't have any condoms."

  He freezes, "You don't have any?"

  "Of course not," I say, sounding put out.

  "Fuck," he growls and drops his head onto my shoulder.

  "You don't have any?" I ask, running my hands down to his butt while I push my heels into the bed. I don't want that lovely friction to stop, so I'll create it myself. He regains the initiative and grinds down causing both of us to give a verbal response.

  "No baby, didn't want to jinx it. Why don't you?” He pants and lifts my leg over his elbow to give more space for his hips to slot closer into the v of my open thighs.

  My neck arches from the pressure. My brain short circuits.

  "Never needed them," I husk, pulling his hair and bringing his mouth down to mine.

  "You don't bring anyone here, Sweets? I'm the only one who'll be taking you in your bed?"

  My tongue tastes his neck, his head turns giving me better access. When I bite the top of his shoulder, he jerks forward. I love the feel of that momentary loss of control.

  He regains the upper hand by pinching my nipple and challenges, "Am I the only one, that'll have you here, in your home?" Good thing, he repeated the question, because I'd already forgotten it.

  "Never here, only twice years ago." I answer honestly hoping he'll keep touching me.

  "Years?" He questions, sounding confused.

  I growl, done with the questioning, "Yes, years." I push him back, thinking if we can't have sex, I can at least get my mouth on him. I'm so desperate, I'll take care of myself while I lick him.

  He moves back thinking I'm trying to stop him and rolls on his side breathing heavy, "Why years Sammy?” He probes as I push him on his back. He goes willingly, preoccupied, possibly with my not having sex for years.

  I try to remove his shorts.

  He looks down at me confused. "No condom?"

  We are both addled, "I don't need it for this, shush!"

  His mouth drops open,"You're shushing me, now?" I don't bother with a reply.

  I wrap my hand around him and stroke a few times before I lower my face running my nose through the hair beneath his navel. The air in his lungs rushes out and he huffs loudly. I rub my check against his flat stomach, then lower feeling the short hairs tickling me. When my nose is right next to his thick shaft, I let go of him with my hand and dart my tongue out to lave him from root to tip.

  He smells clean, like sandalwood soap.

  "Oh shit. Fuck," he grates, before I even take him in my mouth.

  When I do I groan with satisfaction at having him again. Beau's hand moves to my hair. He lifts himself up on his elbow to watch me. I move my hand to my damp thighs, moving lower as I take him further into my mouth.

  The tip of my breast rubs against his powerful thigh as my head moves up and down over him. My fingers circle my clit, eliciting a moan.

  "Sammy are you touching yourself? I want to watch you baby. See how much you need me," His voice is guttural, I hum my response around him.

  The hand in my hair fists tighter, pulling me off him.

  "Up on your knees," he demands, and I comply then take him back into my mouth. "Soon, I'll be fucking you, Sweets. I'll feel where you have
your fingers, now. You’re gonna feel my dick sliding in and out,” He makes shallow thrusts into my mouth, but he seems more interested in what I'm doing to myself.

  "Slide a finger in baby, slow, just like that. Do you like riding your hand with my dick in your mouth?" he grunts and pushes a little deeper. I move my hand that strokes him, where my mouth won't reach, and cup his balls gently with it. I put my thumb right behind his tightening balls, and apply pressure in small circles mimicking the movement I am making inside myself. I suck him harder, needing him to orgasm.

  "What the fuck?" he barks, then he moans long and deep. His back falls to the mattress as he pumps his hips deep into my throat, "Oh god, don't stop, just like that. Fuck, I'm gonna come."

  My own fingers work harder and faster with excitement because I know it was me that made him pant and beg. It is a powerful feeling. I moan my release seconds before he comes in my mouth.

  Honestly, I'm not the biggest fan of swallowing, but if it makes Beau happy I'll take it anytime.

  I slump over his lower belly kissing and nuzzling his sexy trail of hair, that does indeed lead to a happy place. He grabs me and pulls me up.

  "Whoa," I half squeal, as he drags me along his body. I'm almost fully on him. He strokes his hands up and down my back.

  The left side of my body is completely on his, my head is pillowed on his wide shoulder, my hand rubbing across his firm chest. I've never been more comfortable than I am at this moment.

  Beau kisses my temple, patting my ass.

  He orders, "Sleep."

  Chapter 15

  I wake smelling burnt toast and thinking my house is on fire. The low curse words I hear raining from Beau make me reassess quickly. I'm covered by only a sheet, and sunlight streams through my equally minimal covered windows, causing me to squint with sleep heavy eyes.

  Beau is banging on the toast in order to free the bread. His hair is damp, making it look darker, and he's only wearing his jeans All these years of celibacy are catching up to me, after just two dips back into sex with Beau. I'm hoping he's already ran to the store for condoms. I want another go; I want him inside me.

  My lips lift imagining how he would feel.

  Beau looks over and seeing I am awake he abandons the toaster, while asking, "Are you laughing at me?” He stalks through the apartment shaking his head with a grin on his face, “That's not very nice Sammy."

  "No, I was just thinking," my voice sounds thick and hoarse.

  His grin turns to a smirk, "Well what thoughts put that beautiful smile on your face then?" He's prowling over to the bed, his head low, eyes hooded; he looks magnificent.

  "Just being silly," I lick my lips nervously, realizing he'll be close enough soon to smell my morning breath.

  I slap a hand over my mouth.

  "What are you doing?" He cocks an eyebrow.

  "I've got yuck mouth, I need to brush," I whisper making him chuckle. I grab the sheet and dart past him to the bathroom. The sheet jerks to a stop, but I keep going, falling face first into the doorframe. I use the momentum to propel myself into the bathroom and close the door. I am completely still, clasping my hands to my naked breasts. For the briefest moment I catch my breath. Then I lose it.

  I laugh until I hear Beau inquire, “You alright?” I feel my face blush at his acknowledgement of my disastrous escape. I hum a reply, and he seems satisfied with it. Oh well, at least I can laugh at myself.

  I decide to take a quick shower after getting a glimpse of myself in the mirror and what the tiny mole people have done to my head while I slept. I turn my speaker on low and shower, listening to Motown oldies.

  After getting out, I find some cute undies. I brush out my long hair, add a tiny bit of frizz cream, and let it air dry. I dab on moisturizer and splash on a tiny bit of Pink Sugar perfume. I coat my lashes with mascara and smear on vanilla Softlips.

  I've decided the first place I go today is a place where I can get a robe. I have lived alone too long, and I am too used to being nude whenever I want. I flip off my speaker, immediately hearing Beau's quiet voice. If he’s on the phone, I'll be able to sneak out and grab some stuff then rush back in here to dress.

  I mentally plan my outfit so I’ll be as fast as possible. Any bra, a pair of soft denim jeans, and the black and white polka dotted peplum. The peplum is still hanging out from when I was planning to wear it last week, I can grab it super quick.

  Beau is still talking in low tones as I crack the door open. I can't see, he must be in the kitchen. The scent of burnt toast is still strong. I tiptoe to the wardrobe, and it creaks open.

  I hear Beau say in a louder voice, "That's should be her now, that was fast."

  What follows makes me freeze, "You're just used to those high maintenance types, she doesn't need hours to look good."

  Oh shit, Brian is here. I don't say anything for fear they will come this way. Fucking shit.

  "Don't move, okay guys? Just stay where you are." I grab my sheet from the floor and wrap it around myself.

  "What's wrong Sam?" I can hear Beau coming. He'll pass the cabinets and see my bare back.

  That thought gets me moving and I fly back to the bathroom door and slam it.

  "Beau?" I call through the door, he's right on the other side.

  "Yeah Sammy, something wrong?"

  "Um yes," I crack the door and let just my face show. "I need clothes," I whisper hoping Brain can't hear me

  "You were just out here with no clothes on?" He doesn't try to lower his voice.

  "Yes," I hiss. "I didn't know anyone was here. I thought you were on the phone, so I'd be able to grab some stuff quick and hurry back here to dress," I explain through clenched teeth.

  "What if Brian had seen you?" He rants.

  "Geez Beau it probably wouldn't have been his first set of tits. I’m embarrassed enough as is, I don’t need another dose of you shaming me.” I slam the door in his face and yell, "Piss off, I don't need you to get me clothes, the both of you can get the hell out!"

  "That's not what I meant," he scoffs.

  "Get out," I say, my discomfort making my voice shaky. I hear his footsteps followed by the front door closing soon after. I wait a minute more to make sure they're gone.

  I open the door and go back to my closet, hastily grabbing the things I'd already planned to wear.

  "That really wasn't at all what I meant Samantha." Beau says from behind me. I'm not surprised this time. "I didn't like the thought of Brain seeing you, but not because I was ashamed of anything. Sam you have no idea how gorgeous you are, not just to me.” His arms curve around me and kisses my neck, “It was stupid jealousy." He breathes in, "I know you wouldn't have come out here if you'd realized Brian was here.” Beau turns me around and hugs me, “I'm sorry baby." My nearly naked body presses to his clothed figure. His apology and explanation surprise me.

  I realize that I've just heard Beau Winchester apologize for the first time, never has he uttered those two simple words. His explanation sounds honest, if not a little strange and was very flattering.

  He holds me for a few moments, and I kiss his throat to let him know I accept his apology, "I should get dressed." He squeezes me and steps back. I grab a light pink bra with sheer back lace overlays and twist it on, my back still to Beau. I shimmy into my jeans as he moves around in front of me, and watches as I grab my shirt and pull it over my head.

  "You are beautiful baby," He purrs and kisses me slowly, his tongue tracing my bottom lip, and I open for him. His hands rest at the small of my back, and they clench the fabric of my shirt, as our kiss evolves to something else as we express our shared need for each other. Before we can give into that need, he slows the kiss. I pout as he pulls away, my lips swollen, the kiss cut off much sooner than I'd have liked.

  He kisses my temple, "I'm gonna let Bri back in."

  Hearing him use the nickname reminds me of something I’ve been wanting to ask about, "Why does he call you Beau? Is it weird I still do, or should I call you Chris
?" I make a face at the strangeness of it, and he chuckles.

  "I can tell you wouldn't like that very much. Actually, he has always called me Beau. We grew up together, and most of my family calls me Beau. I don't know why my mother even named me Chris. I don't think she ever calls me by that name.”

  I raise up on my toes and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

  “You can call me Beau or Chris. Hell, you can call me anything and I’d come,” He murmurs before sealing his lips over mine.

  Brian explains in detail everything he's dug up on Darryl. He’s still living in my family home, still the local sheriff, and is seemingly a model citizen. There have been no complaints made against him. Without a personal visit, he's hit a dead end. He doesn't have any contacts in the area, so for now he suggests we wait. He doesn't want to start snooping around raising suspicions.

  He brings up the possibility that I might have picked up a fan, from working in the store, since that's where flowers were left. Other than the flowers being nasty the second time, there hasn't been any threat implied. There's a possibility it is just a coincidence.

  Beau doesn't seem convinced, "Don't you think it's strange, Bri?" He drops his hands on to his thighs running them down to where he grips his knees in growing agitation. He obviously doesn’t like writing off the flowers as being coincidental especially with their personal significance to me, but Brian can’t say for sure with Darryl playing model citizen over a thousand miles away and the only evidence being the flowers.

  "Yeah Beau, I know it’s shit, but right now I think we need to wait. I'm not saying forget about it, I'm just saying we keep working on the problem. We need to recognize it might not be him. It would be foolish to just assume.” Brian spreads his hands open and gives a slight shrug, “So we keep vigilant. We've already added security here. Monday they'll be at her shop. We need to start taking a closer look at who comes through the shop. Does anyone harass her, stare too long, or ask for her help when there's someone else available?"

  Beau huffs, "I've been there a few times. She has no clue how many men pay attention to her, she's clueless." I’ve sat quietly while digesting Brian’s advice, patiently, but that’s all I can take.