“Ah. I want to cum inside you…but I shouldn’t.”
I stand up and push him down on the couch. “I can take care of that.”
I love the mix of desire and amusement in his eyes. “Oh, yeah? How?”
I sink to my knees between his legs, grab his still hard dick that glistens with my juices, and take a long, satisfying lick as if he’s my favorite flavor popsicle.
“Oh, Celeste,” Beau moans as his eyes flutter closed.
I don’t tease him any longer because I’ve been aching to taste him. I glide my hand along his shaft as I suck him in until his head hits the back of my throat. I revel in his moans. Satisfying him makes me hotter. I let the extra saliva in my mouth fall onto my hand, making each slide of his head and my mouth slipperier. Beau watches me, his beautiful eyes take in the scene with rapt attention. His hands grip the couch as he watches. I know exactly what he wants, and I know he’s being a gentleman again. The only good thing about my asshole of an ex husband forcing himself on me is my ability to give one hell of a blow job.
I relax my throat and give him what he wants. I slide him down my throat until the light dusting of his pubic hair tickles my nose.
“Ah! Damn, Celeste!”
Beau’s eyes roll and his head falls back. I hold him there until I need to breathe. I alternate between deep throating and stroking while I suck. His helpless moans make me feel powerful. Now, I’m the one controlling the pleasure and making him weak with my mouth. My body is throbbing; I want him again. Later. I must make him cum now.
“Baby, I’m about to…”
Beau’s warning falls into a moan when I suck and stroke him harder. I watch his throat work in a silent scream as his cock jerks and spurts his cum into my mouth. I push his sensitive tip back down my throat as he finishes, ensuring that I get every last drop. Maybe next time I’ll tease him and play with his balls before he comes.
His eyes are closed, and his mighty chest heaves as he comes down from his high.
Beau chuckles to himself, “Goddamn, Celeste…” His eyes begin to open. “That was…” Beau’s eyes go from sated to surprised. “Holy fuck!”
He jumps up and tries to cover himself and throws me my shirt in the process. My eyes follow his gaze and land on a woman around our age who is staring at Beau through the window with hurt and tears in her eyes. Her gaze is full of hate when she focuses on me.
“What the fuck, Emma?” Beau mutters.
Who in the hell is Emma?
Beau
Celeste makingme cum with her mouth? Hell, yeah. Anytime. Coming down from a sexual high and locking eyes with Emma? Eww. Hell, naw! No thanks.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” I grumble as I hop into my underwear and pajama pants.
“Who is she?” Celeste asks too calmly as she slides into her shirt.
“I know that tone. It’s not what you think. Emma is—”
Emma starts knocking like a crazy person. Frustrated, I growl and rub my hands through my hair. I’m not in the mood for this bullshit. Emma has successfully killed our after-sex buzz. Celeste doesn’t say anything but shoots me a look as she runs up the stairs.
I pivot in the living room a few times, torn between running after Celeste and making this crazy woman stop banging on my door.
The door wins when she resorts to ringing the bell like a lunatic.
I swing the door open with enough force to almost break it.
“WHAT?” I yell at Emma for the first time ever since meeting her.
My bark doesn’t give her pause; it fuels whatever she feels is justified rage.
“Really, Beau? You’re fucking someone here? Who in the hell is that?”
“None of your business!” I’m glad for the lack of neighbors because our shouting would have certainly gotten their attention. “You do not have the right to storm into my home and interrogate me.”
“How dare you bring some random woman here and disrespect Sara’s memory!”
