FRAUD: An Unfit Hero Novel

by Faiman, Hayley

  “I shouldn’t,” I murmur.

  He shakes his head once, his hand moving from my hip to fist in my shirt at my waist. “You really should,” he says as he slowly starts to bring my shirt up.

  Biting the corner of my lip, I nod my head, my eyes focused on his. Slower than he did for himself, he drags my shirt up my body. I pinch my eyes closed, trying to ignore the fact that I’m standing in front of him with one boob out of my bra and on display for him.

  I feel his hands move behind me, then he drags my bra down my arms. “Open your eyes, Hutton,” he murmurs.

  With a huff, I open my eyes. Immediately, I feel my skin turn hot and I know that my face is bright red with embarrassment. His eyes are glittery and dark as they focus on my breasts, then he slowly lifts his gaze to meet mine.

  “Better than I remembered,” he says.

  “Everything is bigger,” I mutter.

  He chuckles, one arm reaching forward. His hand wraps around my waist and his warm fingers give me a squeeze. “We’re not punk ass teenagers anymore, Hutton. It’s okay that you look like a woman now, I fuckin’ prefer it.”

  Beaumont roughly pulls me against him. I place my palms on his shoulders, my breasts pressed against his warm, strong chest. I hold back my whimper as I tilt my head to look up into his gaze.

  He’s still smiling down at me, his eyes searching my face. I expect him to speak, to say something else about how different we are now, but he doesn’t. Instead, he dips his chin and his mouth touches mine again.

  My feet move as he begins to walk backward. He stops, then sinks down in the cushion of the sofa that’s against the wall. I expect him to pull me down on him, but he doesn’t. I stay standing between his naked spread thighs, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as he begins to take my pants off.

  Beaumont shoves my jeans down my legs. I hold my breath as I step out of them, unbelieving that I’m getting naked with him, in this brightly lit room. As soon as my jeans are in a crumpled pile on the floor, his hands wrap around the backs of my thighs and he pulls me closer to him.

  Climbing onto the sofa, my knees sink into the fabric on either side of his hips. “Beau, I don’t know if we should,” I lamely protest through trembling lips, not believing my own words even as I say them.

  His eyes dance and I know he’s thinking the exact same thing, that I’m completely unbelievable. Beaumont’s hands dance up the outside of my thighs and then one disappears between my legs.

  My breath hitches when I feel two fingers slide through my center. Looking down, I watch as his gaze flicks from between my legs to my breasts, then to my eyes before starting all over again. The entire time his fingers gently pet me. My head falls back between my shoulders as my body climbs toward my climax.

  No longer do I care that he can see all of me, my larger breasts, my wider hips, my rounder belly. None of that matters right now. The only thing that I care about is the way that he can make me feel, like no other man could ever make me feel. His touch does something to me that no one else’s can.

  Beaumont’s thumb flicks my clit, just as his two fingers slide deep inside of me. He curls them, making a come-hither motion that causes me to gasp and look up at him. He leans forward, his eyes finding mine, staying connected just as his lips wrap around one of my nipples.

  My fingers dive into his hair, holding onto him, looking down as he sucks my breast. His gaze doesn’t leave mine, he looks up at me through his lashes. The sensation of his mouth sucking me, the way his tongue flicks and slides along my aching nipple sends warmth directly to my center.

  “Beau,” I gasp as my orgasm rushes through me.

  He smiles around my breast, lifting his head and mouth from me. “You gonna ride me, darlin’ girl?” he asks, a crooked smile playing his lips.

  “Condom?”

  He frowns, glancing around the room as if they’re going to appear, then he shrugs one shoulder. “Don’t have any here…”

  I think about the repercussions, remembering the women that he mentioned. I open my mouth to deny this moment, no matter how badly my body yearns for more.

  I’ve already forgotten the small orgasm that just rushed through me, I want more of him. I want to feel his length buried deep inside of me. My breathing is heavy just thinking about it, thinking about the need that fills me, that begs to be fed.

  BEAUMONT

  Nothing could prepare me for Hutton in this moment. I don’t just want to be inside of her, I need it. The feeling is so out of this world intense that I feel like I’m going to rip my skin off and go full-on Hulk mode at any fucking second if I don’t get what I need.

  “Been tested, often, darlin’,” I rasp, my grip tightening even more against her soft skin.

  Her hands are still in my hair and goddamn, I hope they stay there the entire fucking time she rides my cock.

  “Beau, I’ve never. That’s not safe, even if you have,” she pants breathlessly.

  Shaking my head, I lick my lips as I watch her. “Don’t plan on being with anyone else, Hutton. Only you.”

  I watch as she sucks her lips in on an audible gasp. “Beau, you can’t know that.”

  My hands move to her ass, I grab hold of her plump flesh and squeeze. “I may not know a lot of shit, Hutton. I’m also no fortune teller, but I know that I want you. That I want this and I want it in a way where I know I’m going to work my ass off to prove to you that this is real.”

  Her eyes widen and I know the moment she’s given in. I feel her pussy against the head of my aching dick and without a word she sinks down, taking all of me inside of her warm heat.

  I let out a long groan when she’s fully seated on top of me. She starts to move her hands, but I growl.

  “Keep your hands in my hair, fuck, but I love your hands in my hair, Hutton.”

  Her entire body shivers at the same time her cunt squeezes my cock. I moan, closing my eyes and inhaling a deep breath before letting it out. I’m seconds from coming inside of her. She feels amazing, soft, tight, wet, and warm.

  “I need to move,” she breathes.

  Grinning, I open my eyes and look directly into hers. “Ride me slow, darlin’ girl. Missed this,” I admit.

  “Don’t lie, Beau. Not to me, not now.”

  Shaking my head, my fingers flex against her ass. “Never to you, Hutton. Fame brings a lot of shit to your doorstep, but it doesn’t bring a good woman’s warmth, her tenderness, her sweet body.”

  Her eyes well with tears. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers, loving the way she tastes, never able to get enough of her. Hutton’s hips jerk, she bucks above me, then as I consume her mouth with my tongue, she consumes my fucking body with hers.

  I keep my grip on her ass tight, my fingers assuredly leaving bruises, which I can’t wait to see in the morning light. She moves her body against my own, I grunt in her mouth as she grinds her clit against my pelvis with each downstroke.

  Her entire body shivers against my own, her pussy fluttering and I know that she’s close. I want her there. I don’t want to be lost in my own climax when she comes, I want to feel every fucking second of it, but goddamn I’m hanging on by a thread myself.

  Just when I think that I’m not going to last, my balls are tight, my back tingling, in that moment, she rips her mouth from mine. I watch in awe as she throws her head back, letting out a long soft cry.

  Her body tightens, her back bowed, her tits offered, her nipples tight and her fingers gripping my hair to the point of pain, she comes. Growling, I shift my hands to her waist and I use her body to jack my cock. It only takes three strokes, I yank her down hard, lift my hips, and come deep inside of her.

  I’m panting like a fucking sweaty animal, my head leaning back against the couch, not giving a single fuck that I’m out of breath. That was the best orgasm of my entire fucking life. Hutton starts to move, she tries to take her hands from my hair, again.

  “Stay,” I order as I open my eyes and look up to her.

  “Beaumo
nt.”

  “No, stay. Like being inside of you, love your fucking hands in my hair. Lean forward, darlin’ girl, want to feel those gorgeous tits against my chest, too.”

  She only hesitates a moment, then leans forward and I sigh with contentment when I feel her tits against my sweat-soaked skin.

  Moving my hands from her waist, I use my fingers to glide up and down her spine, which thankfully, causes her to relax a bit more, then she does the same and plays with the strands of my hair.

  My eyes close, my body finally relaxing, and far too soon, I fall asleep buried inside of her, both of us tucked away in my home studio.

  Chapter Thirteen

  HUTTON

  Something soft touches my shoulder, then slowly moves down my back until it stops just at my backside. My eyes flutter open and I gasp. I’m lying with my entire front pressed against the seat cushions of a sofa and I’m completely naked. I see a jean-clad hip in my view, along with musical equipment scattered around behind the jeans.

  Lifting my eyes, tipping my head back, I look up at the man who is sitting next to me. He grins down at me, his eyes soft and his smile lazy. I let out a sigh, biting the corner of my lip. Wrinkling my nose, I wonder how I’m naked and he’s completely dressed.

  His fingers dance down my spine, stopping at the top of my ass, right where his lips were when I woke up.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” his husky voice murmurs.

  “How late is it?” I ask, trying not to open my mouth too wide when I talk, I’m sure my breath is awful.

  Beaumont shifts his hand, his fingers tucking some of my wild hair behind my ear. I don’t move, my body too tense to even attempt to shift around, my eyes too focused on him and his movements.

  “It’s eight. Figured you needed to get to your salon soon, otherwise I would have let you sleep.”

  “How are you already awake?” I ask.

  My brows furrow. I don’t think that he slept much last night. At least I slept for a few hours before I found him in here playing his guitar alone.

  “I only slept about an hour before I woke up and started working on lyrics. I don’t have control of when they come, sometimes they just appear.”

  “You’re going to be exhausted later,” I state as I grab onto a pillow, shoving it beneath my naked breasts as I attempt to sit up without showing him every square inch of my body, again.

  Beaumont shakes his head, his lips twitching as he reaches for the pillow. Before I can stop him, he wrenches it from my body. His eyes skirting over my naked flesh before they lift to meet my own.

  I raise my hands to cover myself, though between the top and bottom, I’m not sure where to put them. Beau reaches forward, wrapping his fingers around my wrists and tugs my hands down so that I can’t even attempt to shield myself from his eyes.

  “Gorgeous, you rode my cock last night better than any other woman on earth, and I watched every fucking second. Know what you look like.” He grins without the good sense to show any shame at all.

  I feel my face heat and judging by the way his lips turn up into a lazy smile, again, he notices how red my face has undoubtedly turned. He leans forward, his lips touching mine. I keep mine closed, choosing to breathe out of my nose because there is no way in hell I’m going to breathe my morning breath on him.

  “Never hide this from me, Hutton. All of you is simply beautiful.”

  I should call him on his lie, considering I’m pretty certain he’s had sex with all those famous women he’s been seen with, plus countless others he’s met. I have nothing close to a model’s body, nor will I ever.

  “Beaumont. I’m not…” I shake my head. His hand cups my cheek, forcing my head to straighten and look directly into his dark eyes.

  “You’re more than you realize, Hutton. You’re real and beautiful, breathtaking. You’re mine and that makes you the most desirable woman on earth. Don’t attempt to compare yourself to someone else, not ever again.”

  My lips tremble, my morning breath issues completely forgotten as I stare into those glittering dark eyes of his. Pressing my lips together, I wonder if he’s blowing smoke, or telling me the truth. I want to believe him, but I’ve seen the women, the perfect women.

  “Never compare yourself, darlin’ girl,” he breathes right before his mouth slams down against mine.

  I moan, accepting his kiss, then again when his tongue slides inside of my mouth. Lifting my hands from my sides, I wrap my fingers around his shoulders and hold on to him. Breaking the kiss, I drop my head back as his lips move down my throat, finding the hollow again and sucking.

  “I want to fuck you again,” he announces. I want him too, every single inch of him. “But this time I want you on your knees for me.” His voice is raspy, husky.

  A shiver rolls over my entire body and I nod, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. I watch as he stands from the sofa, his chin dipping down to the floor in front of us.

  Sliding off of the cushion, I sink down to my knees, but I don’t do exactly what he wants, the minute he wants it. Instead, I reach forward and tug the top button of his jeans free.

  Lifting my gaze to his, I look up at him from beneath my lashes as I slowly slide the zipper of his jeans down. Instantly, his fingers slide through my hair toward the back of my head, gripping me tightly.

  Tugging his jeans past his hips, over his ass and down to his ankles, I’m not surprised to see that he’s gone commando again. Lifting one hand, I wrap my fingers around the base of his length and lean forward, my lips just touching the tip in a barely-there kiss.

  “If you want to tease me, just remember I’ll do it better,” he says with a smirk.

  I don’t even have to think about his words. I don’t want him to tease me. I want him uncontrolled, wild, and as needy as I have been since the first time he touched me. Opening my mouth, I take as much of him inside of me as I can.

  Keeping my eyes on his, I bob my head, sucking, licking, playing him as my hand strokes his base. His fingers tighten in my hair, and just when I’m starting to really get into a rhythm, he tugs my head back, his dark eyes focusing on mine as his chest moves up and down with his panting breaths.

  His jaw is clenched and I watch as a muscle jumps in his cheek. “My turn to take over, Hutton. Open that pretty mouth of yours,” he demands.

  Blinking once, I do as he asks, opening my mouth for him. He doesn’t say another word as he slowly sinks down my throat. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to dive too deep, his eyes never leaving mine as he begins to fuck my mouth.

  Moving my hand from the base of his dick, I slide both of my palms around the backs of his thighs and hold on to him. It’s mesmerizing, watching him fuck me, seeing the way his nostrils flare. His fingers still hold my hair in their tight grip, his jaw clenched, his eyes almost liquid.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “Your mouth. Fucking heaven, darlin’ girl,” he mutters.

  I can’t hold back the moan at his compliment. He sinks down my throat as far as he can one more time before he completely pulls out of me. His hand falls from my hair and I catch myself before I fall as I become slightly off-balance without him to anchor me.

  “On your hands, tip your hips. I need to be inside of you now,” he announces as he kicks his jeans off and to the side.

  He starts to walk behind me and I’m a bit disappointed when I’m unable to see him take his shirt off, especially when the fabric goes flying across the room in my peripheral vision. Placing my hands on the floor in front of me, I tip my hips, anxious to feel him at this angle.

  I whimper when two fingers slide through my center. “Sore?” he rasps.

  Looking over my shoulder, I catch his eyes as he lifts them from where his fingers are pressed against my clit to meet my gaze. “Yeah,” I exhale.

  “Good.”

  “Good?” I ask, arching a brow.

  He smirks, it’s so cocky, so damn cocksure, but just so him as well. He leans forward, the head of his dick pressing against my entrance.
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br />   “Yeah, good,” he repeats. “Want you to remember who was inside of you, who you belong to.”

  “Belong?” I breathe.

  I definitely should not like that word, that meaning as much as I do.

  With one swift motion, he buries himself deep inside of me. One of his hands moving to grip my bruised hip. The other slides up my spine, wrapping in the back of my hair a place that I notice he frequents often, and I don’t mind one bit.

  He tugs on my hair, forcing my head back. Willingly I arch, tipping my hips even more, as I look at him upside down.

  He leans forward, his lips brushing mine. “Fucking beautiful, Hutton. Every damn piece of you,” he rasps against my mouth.

  I sigh against his lips, loving the words he says and feeling whole with him nestled deep inside of me. If I could freeze a moment in time, revisit it often, this would be it. This moment, this feeling, this—everything.

  BEAUMONT

  Something fills me. I’m not sure what it is, but fuck, it’s magnificent. Pulling out of her tight pussy, I sink back inside, groaning when I bottom out again. Hutton isn’t like any other woman I’ve ever been with, or maybe she is and I’m the changed one. I’m not sure, but it doesn’t matter, not now that I have her and everything finally feels fucking right in the world.

  I finally feel right.

  At peace.

  Calm.

  I also feel goddamn creative and that’s something that I haven’t been in a hell of a long time. I only had one new song written, and I showcased it at the concert, but nothing else has come from me or to me, until last night. Hutton does something to every single part of me from the inside out.

  Gripping her hair and her hip tighter, I slam against her ass again, loving the way her flesh moves with each thrust of my hips. I hear her whimper just as I feel her pussy flutter.

  She’s close, but I don’t think she’ll fall over the edge immediately and I’m fine with that. I don’t know that I want any fuck with her to be something quick. Taking my time ensures that I feel whole for that much longer.