“Trust me, I want to.”
Beau chuckled softly. “Then let’s get you prepped and ready.”
I watched as he went over to his suitcase, digging around until he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. “You don’t...” I stopped when he turned back to look at me. “No condom.”
“Are you sure?” Beau’s brows went up.
I nodded. “I want to feel you. All of you. I had a full checkup when I was back in LA. I’m all clean and healthy. I haven’t been with anyone else but you before or after that. I trust you, babe.”
“I trust you, too.” He smiled and tossed the condom back in the suitcase. “Get on all fours for me.” I quickly did as he told me. “Look at this perfect little hole,” Beau murmured and dragged his tongue over me. “Mine.”
I cried out as he ate me out. I loved how good it felt. How it made my body come alive when Beau forced his tongue inside me while he spread my cheeks apart. He moaned loudly as he fucked me with his tongue, and my cock ached for relief.
The sound of the lube bottle opening had me glancing over my shoulder. Beau winked at me, and then I felt his finger slip inside me.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
I dropped my head back down, and my hands curled into the blanket. I pushed back for more, and when Beau added a second, then a third finger, I didn’t hesitate to ride them.
“Look at you. Fucking Daddy’s fingers. You’re so needy. You want my cock, don’t you?”
“I need it so badly, Daddy. Please give it to me.”
Beau growled as he removed his fingers. “Let me get on the bed, baby.”
I moved over so he could lie down. He grinned at me. “Lube me up, Pink.”
I took my time doing that. I used two fingers to spread the lube all over his length, listening to the hitch of Beau’s breath, the soft moan he let out, and watching the darkening of his eyes. His nostrils flared as I gave his cock a few jerks, then he grabbed my wrist.
“That’s enough. I don’t want to embarrass myself.” He patted his thighs. “Climb aboard.”
When I did, I felt his hard length against my crack, and I leaned forward to kiss him, snaking my tongue into his mouth. I lifted my hips, reached behind me, and grabbed his cock to press it against my hole. Then I began to ease myself down slowly, waves of pleasure washing over me.
“Easy,” Beau murmured before he groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I wanted him inside me. I had missed the way it felt. How good Beau made me feel. How my body came alive.
“More, I need more,” I whimpered, and before I knew it, Beau was all the way inside, my body ready to explode like a firecracker.
“You good?”
“So fucking good.”
Beau reached up and twisted my piercings. “You can move whenever you’re ready, Pink.” He dropped his hands to my waist.
“Can you sit up?” I asked.
He smiled. “Yeah, baby, I can do that.”
He managed to move up into a sitting position without me having to move, the jostling hitting my prostate. I was already so close to the edge. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I slowly began to move, my lips molded to Beau’s. He dug his fingers into my hips as we rocked together. My cock left sticky strings of precum against my belly as my body raced toward climax.
“I love you,” Beau whispered.
Tears stung my eyes. “I love you, too.”
Our lips met again, and when Beau wrapped a hand around my cock, it was game over. It didn’t matter how many times I’d gotten myself off when we were apart, when Beau touched me, it felt like nothing else. I cried out, riding him like my life depended on it and calling out his name. When I felt Beau stiffen beneath me, I swear I could feel his hot cum filling me from the inside. He buried his face against my neck, and his teeth pricked my skin.
When we had both caught our breath, the sweat and cum cooling against our bodies, I pulled Beau’s face up to mine.
