Beau
Idrawbackjustenough to see her eyes flutter, the way her flushed chest rises as her breath hitches. Her eyes are glazed, and she’s wet. So ready for me. I’m impatient, struggling with the condom, unable to look away from her beautiful body. A perfect balance of hard and soft. Broad shoulders lead to long, lean arms. The ripples of her abs fade into the soft curve of her hips.
Her fingers curl into my hair, tugging me closer, but I resist, taking the time to admire her. To savor the moment. I straighten my spine, pausing to look up at her face, lips swollen, eyes glazed, and something in my chest clenches. This isn’t just about tonight. It’s about all the secret glances, the tension we’ve been skating around. And now, here it is, everything we held back, unraveling with every touch.
I drop my hand to her hip, thumb brushing her skin before I push her thighs wider. Her legs arch, heels digging into the curve of my waist, and I slide my length along her folds until she shudders, gasping. I want to hear her beg. Every muscle in metightens. A flush of heat washing through me. I lift my head, kiss the smooth skin just below her jaw, and she moans.
When her breathing eases into shallow gasps, I rise on shaking knees. My cock drips, slick and impatient. I lick my lips, trying to clear the fog inside my head. In that dim light, I see every inch of her body. The faint pink scar circling her left ribcage, the way her collarbone dips under her skin, how her hair spills across my white sheets like spun gold, and rich honey.
She watches me, fingers splayed on the mattress, inky lashes trembling. I slip off the end of the bed, reaching for her hips to slide her down until her ass meets the edge of the bed. My hands slip under her thighs, and I spread her legs, opening her up for me to admire, to worship. I fold her legs back to prop her feet against the edge of the bed. A perfect frame. Every part of her is stunning. My cock finds her entrance, warm and slick, and I pause, absorbing all the emotions in her eyes. Desire, trust, and a rare flicker of vulnerability. I brush against her once, then retreat. Her breath hitches, chest rising.
“I…” My voice catches. I want to tell her my anxiety is warning me about every worst-case scenario. What if I can’t do this right? What if it hurts her? What if it all falls apart? But all I manage is, “You sure?”
Her forehead scrunches in a way that’s equal parts impatient and desperate. “Yes,” she breathes. “Please.” Her hand slides down my arm, gripping me. “I want you.”
That’s all I need. I push in slowly, inch by inch, and she parts for me, slick and ready, and every nerve detonates. She curves around me, fits me so perfectly it feels like coming home. I straighten, letting her weight settle, and move so slowly at first that I swear we both forget how fast our hearts are still pounding.
When I bottom out, she breathes out like she’s been holding it for hours. I stay there, still, letting her adjust. Then I pull backa fraction and thrust forward, reckless, hard enough to jolt both of us. She cries out, nails raking down my shoulders, and I bury my face in her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. She clenches around me, and my thumbs curve around her waist. I can feel her trembling under my touch.
Every thrust becomes a silent promise. I’m here, I’m yours, I’m not going anywhere, even though that wasn’t the deal. Her thighs squeeze around me, pulling me deeper until I’m pressing her against the mattress. The headboard rattles with each slam. I don’t care who can hear us. Right now, it’s just us, the mattress, and the gentle scrape of skin on sheets.
She turns her head and meets my eyes, a fierce glow behind them, and I grab her hips, angling until I strike that spot. Her back arches, thighs trembling, and she cries out my name like it’s her lifeline. I cup her face, pressing a kiss to her lips, even though we both know there’s no softness left in that mouth tonight. It’s bruising, filled with need, mirroring every emotion pulsing through me.
Her hands twist in my hair, pulling me closer as I drive into her, faster, deeper. The coil inside my gut tightens until I can’t tell which of us is closer to unraveling. I lower my head to her collarbone and bite gently. She shudders against me. Her hips rock with mine, sending us closer to the edge until I feel a burn radiating through my spine. A promise.
“Luna,” I rasp, voice rough, hooking my fingers under her knee to pin her leg higher. She gasps my name, breathless, and I tighten my grip on her waist as she rocks back, squeezing me with a violence that makes my vision blur. I can’t hold back any longer. White-hot fire snaps inside me, and I explode, spilling into her. Her cry echoes in my ear, sharp and shattering, and her inner muscles clench around me as she crashes over the precipice with a scream.
I collapse down, our bodies melded as one, and the world finally comes rushing back. I slow my hips, letting each reluctant inch glide free, savoring the moment while our skin still trembles together. I collapse on my side, pulling her into my chest. I soften inside her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She curls into me, leg draped over mine, and for once, none of the voices in my head have a chance to speak. My demons chased into oblivion by the ecstasy.
She nudges my hand until it settles at the small of her back. I drift between her shoulder blades, tracing lazy circles over her damp skin. My heart is still thrumming, loud, relentless, yet I feel something I’ve never felt before. Calm. She lifts her head and searches my face, and when our eyes lock, I know neither of us wants to break this.
“Wow,” she breathes. Her chest rises and falls, eyelashes flickering. “That was…”
I drop a kiss beneath her ear, letting the word hang. “Yeah.”
We lie there like that for a long moment, skin cooling under my palm, bodies still slick from our heat. The sounds of the house creep back in. Dev and Cole laughing downstairs while the TV blares. The creak of someone on the stairs. I tighten my arm around her, feeling her press closer, and let the warmth of her body drag me under. Lull me into a sense of peace.
Her fingers trail down my chest, and I let my head rest on her shoulder, eyes closed. In the quiet aftershocks of our release, I replay every second. The taste of her skin, the way her body curved around me, the way she trusted me enough to let go. And I promise myself that I won’t let this slip away, no matter how chaotic everything else gets.
Luna shifts, draping her arm over my hip. “I’m so tired,” she murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
“Me too,” I reply. I brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek. “Sleep well.”
She hums, nuzzling into me, and I close my eyes, letting the hush of the room lull me. My other arm wraps around her, drawing her into my warmth. Outside, the streetlamps flare against the window. The world goes on. But in this bed, beside her, everything else disappears.
And for the first time in a long time, I believe it might stay that way, just for tonight.
Chapter 23
Zero Chill
Luna
There’ssomethingsoothingaboutthe neutral tones and lack of clutter in the vacant office. Which is why I snuck in here two hours before practice, attempting to keep the delicious memories from the weekend at bay. Apparently, there’s not enough beige in the world to make me forget the way Beau’s touch made me feel. Who knew he’d turn out to be the least selfish guy I’ve ever had in bed?
Coach is fine with me using the space. Usually, I only come here to review tapes or check out stats. But since this particular social media is for the benefit of the department, I didn’t feel guilty coming extra early to do some editing. My roommates are all about the fame and glory, but sometimes they don’t understand quite how much time and energy the editing process takes.
There’s so much footage from the photo shoot, making it a more time-intensive task than my usual videos. That’s it. Not because I’ve been fixated on this one particular scene.
