by Leah Brooke
Using her thumbs to trace his collarbone, she slid her hands lower again, using her fingertips to press into the muscle of his shoulders and upper arms, the soap and the water making it easy to slide her hands over him.
All thoughts of playing fled as she slid her hands over the sleek muscle of his biceps and forearms. Fascinated by the bunch and shift of muscle under her hands, she moved her hands back up his arms, pausing to press her fingertips into the hard muscle as she worked her way back to his chest.
The heat inside her continued to build as she explored his leanly muscled physique, her body so sensitized that even the spray of the shower had her shifting restlessly.
Her hands began to tremble as they moved over him, the sharp difference in their bodies so intriguing, she wondered why she hadn’t had the courage to do this before.
She had the chance to explore, and didn’t want to miss anything.
* * * *
Beau gritted his teeth, his body tightening under Charity’s soft exploring hands.
Her smile had fallen almost as soon as she’d touched him, her expression becoming one of desire and fascination as she slid her hands over his body.
He didn’t know if he’d survive it.
His cock stirred to life as her hands moved lower, his stomach muscles quivering beneath her touch. He fisted his hands at his sides to keep from reaching for her, the need to yank her against him almost more than he could stand.
For a woman who didn’t know how to play, she was driving him out of his mind.
He realized a moment later, that she wasn’t playing at all.
She just wanted to touch him.
He swallowed a groan when she bit her lip, the need to take her mouth with his making his own lips tingle. With another rush of pleasure, his cock twitched, the head of it brushing against her soft belly.
A soft groan escaped, and he had to fist his hands tighter when she glanced up at him through her lashes, her eyes dark with hunger and fascination, the silent question in them making his cock throb as a bead of moisture escaped.
“Be my guest.”
His voice sounded harsh and ragged to his own ears, even though he’d kept it low so as not to startle her.
Bracing himself for her touch, he lifted his hands, holding on to the wall and the top of the frame for the shower door as the need to reach for her became unbearable.
Fascinated by the beads of water that ran down her body, the drops that teased him by clinging to the tips of her nipples, Beau held his breath as Charity flattened her hand beneath his cock and lifted it to brush as lightly as butterfly wings along the underside.
Drawing in a sharp breath, he threw his head back at the jolt of sharp pleasure that shot through him, inwardly cursing when she jerked her hand away.
“Did I hurt you?”
Beau gritted his teeth and fought to breathe. “You’re killing me.” Glancing down at her, he forced a smile, his head spinning with the thought of bending her over and fucking her hard and deep. “Don’t stop.”
Charity had always been too inhibited to touch him very often, and he’d hoped that eventually, she would loosen up.
It appeared his patience had begun to pay off.
God help him when she realized the effect she had on him.
To his delight, she smiled, a smile that held a small amount of smugness as she reached for him again.
“I like touching you this way.” She wrapped her hand around his cock, her light squeezing driving Beau insane. “My fingers don’t even touch.”
She squeezed again and every muscle in Beau’s body tightened in reaction. “It’s hard to believe this fits inside me. No wonder it feels as if it goes all the way to my stomach.”
Beau couldn’t stand much more. His control had never been so shaken. He had to swallow heavily before speaking, his throat too tight to talk. “It’s snug when I fuck you. It’s going to be even tighter when I work it into your tight ass.”
Because he’d watched for it, he saw her buttocks clench in response to his words.
Good. If he was going down, he was taking her with him.
Knowing how well his lover responded to mental stimulation, Beau continued to speak, despite the effort it cost him. The more she aroused him, the more guttural his speech, but at this point, he didn’t care.
“Little by little, I’ll work my cock into you. Your tight ass is going to have to stretch. It’s going to sting at first, and then it’s going to burn. Still, you’ll want more.” His cock jumped again in her hands, the light pressure from her grip adding to his fantasy.
Unable to stand not touching her any longer, he reached for her breasts, cupping them as he ran his thumbs over her pebbled nipples.
He almost swallowed his tongue when she reached under him to cup his sac. Not about to be outdone, he pinched her nipples, careful to keep his touch light. “And it’s gonna be so tight, I’ll feel like I’m dying.”
Charity threw her head back, arching her back and giving him better access. Her nipples were so sensitive that he always made sure to be careful, increasing the pressure a little here and there to see how she reacted.
Her passion astounded him.
He groaned in frustration when she released him, another groan escaping when she poured more of the soap in her hand. Beau hissed when she wrapped her hand around him again, this time without warming the soap.
“You keep it up, cher, and I’m gonna come in your hand.”
To his surprised delight, Charity smiled up at him and began to move her hand on his cock, the soap making it an easy slide from the base of his cock to the head and back again. “I’d like that.”
Her slow caress threatened his sanity, his thighs shaking when she reached under him to cup his sac, her other hand moving faster. “I want to make you come. I want you to feel the way I feel when you touch me.”
“You’re driving me crazy.” Beau groaned, his balls tightening.
“Good. I’ll have to do it more often. Come for me.”
Her soft whispered plea and the slide of her hand on his cock proved to be his undoing.
With a low groan, he came, a strong surge of pleasure that seemed to come from his soul, his cock pulsing and shooting his seed to splash on her stomach. “Slow down, cher. Slow down. Yes. That’s it. Nice and easy.” Trembling, he fought to keep his voice low and even, but it came out much harsher than he’d meant it to.
Covering her hand with his, he stroked his cock a few more times before pulling her hands away and gathering her close. His legs shook, and he found he had to brace himself with a hand flattened against the tile wall as he held her with the other.
“Um, Beau.”
Running a hand up and down her back to her bottom, which kept clenching under his palm, he smiled into her wet hair.
“Yes, cher.”
“Did you mean it when you said that you had to stretch my ass, or were you just teasing me?”
Dropping an openmouthed kiss on her shoulder, Beau squeezed the firm cheek of her soft, wet bottom. “No, I wasn’t teasing you. I’m going to have to stretch you a little before I take you there. It’s not something you can just jump into. I’ve got to get you ready.”
“Tonight?”
Beau wanted to say yes, but decided that letting the anticipation build might be better for her. When he took her ass, he wanted her to want it so much that she wouldn’t tighten up in fear.
“No. Not tonight.”
She stiffened in his arms, and then slumped, her disappointment apparent. “Oh.”
Beau bit the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing. Schooling his features, he straightened. “Be patient, cher. I don’t want to hurt you. The next time you come over, you can drape yourself over my lap and let me start to pl—stretch you.”
He hoped she didn’t catch his slip. He wanted to make it clear to her that playing was off the table.
At least until she talked him into it.
She’d made a good start tonight
, but he knew his impatient bride-to-be wouldn’t be happy until they played again.
Knowing Charity, it would be soon. Very soon.
He’d make her wait just a little while longer, and see how far he could push her into playing.
If she went into it with the same determination with which she did everything else, he had a feeling he might be in big trouble.
Keeping his expression cool, he ran a hand over her hair. “Easy, cher. You’re not ready yet.”
He hugged her again, hiding his smile of anticipation when she stiffened. “Shh, baby. Be patient.”
Patience was not Charity’s strong suit.
He was counting on it.
Chapter Eighteen
“I’ve been thinking about that tight ass all day.”
Charity’s buttocks clenched in anticipation at Beau’s admission. She slid a glance at him as they walked up the sidewalk to his house. “Sometimes, I can’t believe what comes out of your mouth.” It never ceased to amaze her that he could arouse her with words. With just a look.
They’d just returned from a steak restaurant out of town, and she knew that within a matter of minutes, they would both be naked. The thought of what he planned to do to her tonight had consumed her imagination all day, keeping her aroused and needy as she worked in the club.
Beau’s hand slid to her bottom as he unlocked the door, as if to remind her about his intentions. “There’s no need to be nervous. If you’re that upset, it can wait.”
Charity stepped into the foyer and turned to look at him. “It can wait? I thought you wanted—”
A dark brow went up. “Your ass. Oh, yes. Very much.”
Walking into the living room, she heard Beau close and lock the door behind them. “It doesn’t seem like it.” Hating her petulant tone, she looked up at Beau as he dropped his keys onto the table and shrugged out of his coat.
Beau frowned. “What do you mean by that? I’ve told you and shown you often enough how much I want you.”
Charity sighed. “I know.” She forced a smile, frustrated that every time she voiced her concerns, it sounded silly. “I just want to make sure you’re having fun.”
“Fun?” Beau frowned, looking at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Nothing gives me more pleasure than being with you.”
Charity eyed him suspiciously, something about his tone not quite right. Before she had a chance to get a good look at his expression, he moved behind her and removed her coat. “Take your boots off. I’ll be right back.”
Watching his tight, denim-covered butt as he walked down the hallway, she dropped into a nearby chair and began to remove her boots.
She’d just finished when Beau walked back into the room, carrying a tube.
He didn’t stop until he reached her, something in his eyes arousing her suspicions, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “Ready?”
Charity’s bottom clenched, her gaze going to the tube, the rush of pure lust striking her hard and fast and making her dizzy. “Ready for what?”
* * * *
Beau hid a smile. Normally, he would have looked forward to chasing her, and would have her giggling before he stripped her out of her clothes.
Instead, he remained serious, forcing her to contribute to her own seduction, curious to see how far she’d go.
“You know what, Charity. We’re going to start stretching your ass and getting you accustomed to my touch there. Have you changed your mind?”
Her eyes flashed and he wondered how she’d handle having to admit that she wanted this.
To his incredulous delight, Charity nodded, saying nothing, her face a fiery red.
The thought of doing this to her had kept him hard as a rock all day. To get back at her, he would play with her, tease her, without appearing to.
He wouldn’t be happy until her ass wanted his cock as badly as her pussy did.
Setting the lube on the table next to him, he gestured toward his lap. “Over my lap, cher. Let’s get started.”
He knew she’d expected more foreplay before they got to this, and he loved keeping her off guard. Knowing that she didn’t realize the game he played with her now, he kept his tone cool and controlled, while he was anything but.
Charity’s eyes widened. After several heartbeats, she nodded again, her hands twisting in front of her.
Beau reached for the fastening of her jeans, unbuttoned the button, and pulled down the zipper, hiding a smile when her breath caught. With slow, deliberate intent, he lowered her jeans and panties to just below the cheeks of her bottom before taking her arm and urging her over his lap.
Pretending not to notice how badly she shook, Beau ran his hand over her firm, smooth bottom, careful to keep her sweater pulled down to cover the small of her back.
He knew that by exposing just her ass, she would be more conscious of her nakedness exactly where he wanted her to be. Her ass would feel more exposed than if he’d pulled her jeans and panties all the way off.
Caressing her bottom with his right hand, Beau placed his left forearm over her back in anticipation of her jolt.
She would thrash quite a bit in the next several minutes and he didn’t want her to be able to escape.
Before he started, however, he slid a finger between her folds, smiling to himself when he found her wet. “You’re already wet. It seems you like attention to your ass as much as I want to give it.”
“I’m always aroused when I’m with you.”
Beau grinned at her shy, but disgruntled tone, and struggled to keep the laughter out of his own. “That’s true. I guess only the next few minutes will tell if it’s the attention to your ass that gets you aroused.” He slapped her lightly, the sound of it, and the bounce of the firm, rounded flesh, making his cock jump.
As anticipated, she jolted and would have jumped up if not for his hold. “What did you do that for? Are you going to do what you said, or not?”
Beau’s continuous caress to her bottom made it impossible for her to hide the fact that her ass clenched incessantly. Amused at her anger, he decided that this would be the perfect time to turn up the heat. “There’s another matter that has to be dealt with first.”
Charity tried to lift up again, turning her head toward him, but he held her down, preventing her from looking at his face.
He knew that if she saw his grin, it would be over.
Apparently realizing that her struggles got her nowhere, she stopped and blew out a breath. “What other matter?”
Careful to keep his tone low, and making sure she couldn’t possibly miss the threat in it, Beau covered her ass with his hand. “The matter of you scaring the hell out of me and almost getting yourself killed. You didn’t really think I’d forgotten that, did you?”
Charity stilled, her entire body tensing. “Ace and my fathers already lectured me.”
Beau smiled at the trepidation in her soft voice, and firmed his touch on her tight buttocks. “A lecture wasn’t what I had in mind.” He slapped her ass, careful to keep it light enough to warm.
His cock jumped at her answering cry, her wiggling forcing him to bite back a groan.
“You can’t spank me, damn it!”
Beau chuckled, knowing it would piss her off. He didn’t want her limp and uninvolved. He wanted her in this with him every step of the way. The warmth he would create in her bottom would heighten her awareness there and make her even more prepared for him to stretch her tight ass.
He slapped her ass again, this time adding a little more sting to it. “It appears, cher, that I can.”
* * * *
Charity fisted her hands in the material of his jeans, hardly able to believe he would do this.
The heat spread, making her more aware of how exposed her bottom felt with her jeans and panties pulled only low enough to frame it.
She wondered if he knew what it did to her.
As another slap landed, she tried to writhe away from him, but Beau’s hold proved even stronger than she’d
anticipated. “Damn it, Beau. I’ve never been spanked in my life!”
“That’s obvious.”
Another sharp slap landed, making her bottom even hotter. To her mortification, a rush of moisture escaped to coat her inner thighs. His arrogance both infuriated and aroused her, which angered her even more. “Damn it, Beau. I didn’t do it on purpose!”
He slapped her ass again, making it hotter. “I want your promise—right now—that you won’t ever, under any circumstances, or for any reason, leave town again without telling me about it.”
Not about to make this easy for him, Charity turned as far as she could and growled at him. “What are you, my mother?”
A thick finger slid into her pussy. “No, my little wet bride-to-be. I’m your fiancé, soon to be your husband, and you’re my responsibility. You’ll have to answer to me when you do something careless. We might as well get that established right here, right now.”
Having grown up in this town, Charity knew the rules well, and she also knew there was no way around them. She also knew Beau to be much like the other men who lived here, knew that he meant well, and that he took his responsibility seriously.
She also knew there would be ways to circumvent all but the most serious infractions.
Understanding his intention to protect her eased some of her anger, and she couldn’t deny she looked forward to outmaneuvering him in the future. Blowing out a breath, she tried to relax. “Okay. I know. I know. I promise.”
She tightened up when Beau withdrew his finger from her pussy, anticipating another slap.
Instead, he smoothed his hand over her ass again, spreading the heat and making her puckered opening tingle. He continued to caress her, his slow massage loosening her muscles, but building the anticipation.
She stiffened again when she felt him move, her heart pounding nearly out of her chest when she heard him squirt lube onto his finger. “Beau, I’m scared. Oh, God. I didn’t mean to say that.” She heard the tube hit the table again.
Beau repositioned his arm, still holding her down with a forearm pressed to the center of her back, sliding his hand down to the cheeks of her bottom. “You’re not as scared as you are aroused—or didn’t you think I noticed that your pussy’s soaked? I’ll go slow. I won’t hurt you, cher. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.”
