“You want this shirt off or not, Pink?” he teased.
I reluctantly let him move away so he could remove his top.
“Better?”
I nodded as I ogled his chest. It was all hard muscle covered in ink. Tattoos covered every single inch of his torso. Bright colors splashed against his skin, and for the first time, I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I leaned down to press my mouth against Beau’s shoulder, and he groaned loudly.
“You want help with your pants?” Beau popped a brow when I looked at him. When I just stared at him, he cupped my head with his big hands. “It’s okay if you changed your mind or are having second thoughts.”
I shook my head. “I’m not. I’m trying to take it all in. All of this is a first for me, and I don’t want to forget it.”
“You continue to say the sweetest things, Dean.” He brushed his mouth over mine.
I untangled myself from his grip and climb to my feet. I could feel Beau’s gaze digging into me as I slid down the zipper, kicked off my shoes, and removed my jeans. “Will you...Can you take off your pants?” I felt heat flame my cheeks.
“Naked or underwear?” Beau was already on his feet.
I swallowed nervously. “Underwear.” I wasn’t sure if I was ready to touch his dick yet, but I would cross that bridge when it happened. “Me?”
“You look stunning just like that, Pink,” he confessed, and then he was just in his tight briefs, his erection tenting the fabric.
Jesus, this was really happening. I was going to... Well, I wasn’t sure what we were going to do, but it was still exciting. Scary, but exciting.
Beau sat back down and patted his thighs. They were so muscular. Thick and hairy, with more tattoos there, too. I couldn’t help but place my hands on his legs, running my palms over them.
I gave him a shy smile, then he yanked me down onto his lap.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi.” Beau pressed a kiss to the side of my mouth. “If at any point you want to stop, tell me. I won’t get upset or angry with you. I want you to enjoy this, and if you get uncomfortable and change your mind, just—”
I kissed him before he could finish, my tongue curling against his inside of his mouth. Beau’s fingers rolled over my nipples, tugging and pulling at the piercings, sending flashes of electricity straight to my cock. I heard the sounds I made. The whimpers, groans, and sighs of pleasure were like nothing I had ever released before.
“The things I want to do to you, Dean Frost.” Beau nipped at my jaw. “I want to taste you.” He dropped his mouth to my neck, and I moaned when he began to suck the skin. “Make you fall apart on my cock. Stretch that pretty hole until you’re crying and begging me to let you come.”
I nodded. “Yes, yes. I think I’d like that.”
“Mm, I bet you would.” Beau dragged his tongue over my neck. “Next time.”
My eyes rolled back. “Yeah, next time.” I had no idea what I was saying, but if Beau suggested we jump off a bridge right now, I’d agree to it. I was lost in the heat and pleasure pulsing through my veins.
“Can I touch you now?”
“Fuck, yes, please.”
I stared down at Beau’s hands. He pulled the elastic back on my briefs, yanking them down my hips. My dick popped out and slapped against my stomach, leaving behind a sticky trail of precum. He wrapped his fingers around me.
“Shit.” I whined when he squeezed my length. “More.”
“What do you want, Pink?” Beau kissed my ear and then dragged his tongue around the outer shell. “This?” He tugged on my erection.
I nodded. “More of that, yes.”
I tried to open my eyes, but my body felt like it was on fire. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come, but I didn’t want to blow my load too fast. I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted to enjoy him.
“You have a pretty cock.” Beau dragged his thumb over the tip and then twisted around the head. My entire body lit up like a firecracker. “Everything about you is sexy, Dean. Your eyes, your body, your voice. There isn’t anything about you that doesn’t do it for me.”
I canted my hips, trying to get more friction. “Feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
