Beau leaned in to inhale my neck. Tingles scattered over my skin from his beard rubbing against me. It was not an unpleasant sensation in the slightest.
“No, I didn’t.”
I stilled underneath him, grasping on to his chin to tilt upward to me so I could see his face. So I could show him the shock and horror painted on my own.
“You didn’t know I was on birth control, and we had unprotected sex anyway?” I hissed.
Beau didn’t look horrified or shocked. His features were soft as his eyes danced across my face. “I didn’t come inside you, if you recall,” he said playfully.
While this side of Beau was unexpected and would be delightful at any other point in time, I was slightly horrified.
“If you recall, there is a whole MTV series about teenagers who got pregnant using the pullout method for contraception,” I snapped at him.
Beau did not find my ire upsetting. In fact, by the upward turn of his lips, he found it amusing.
“You find the idea of an accidental pregnancyentertaining?” I asked him sharply.
Beau’s eyes continued to sparkle, but his smile flattened.
“I don’t find teen pregnancy entertaining,” he rumbled. “But the idea of you getting accidentally pregnant…” He shrugged.
The manshrugged.
I stared at him, waiting for the punchline.
My muscles tensed at the reality of what he was saying. I felt terrified. Elated. I couldn’t feel my fingertips. “Beau,” I whispered. “That is … crazy.”
“I mean, I’m not planning to get you pregnant in the near future, Hannah,” he replied evenly, threading his hands through my hair. “I’m just saying it’s not something I fear.”
Not planning to get me pregnant. In the near future. As if we had some kind of distant future.
“You’re too fucking young,” he added. “And you’ve got school to finish.”
I felt it then. The chill in his tone. Reality creeping in, snatching away the warmth and mystique of this moment.
I wasn’t ready for that.
So I climbed on top of Beau, fastening my lips to his. He didn’t stall to return the kiss, his hands going to my bare ass.
“If I’m so young, think you can keep up with me, old man?” My teeth snagged his ear before I began to trail kisses down his throat, chest.
Beau took hold of me, stopping my descent.
“What, you get to make me come with your mouth, but I can’t return the favor?” I asked him.
Beau let out a low growl and let me go.
I continued downward, my lips ghosting over his impossibly robust six-pack. Beau’s hands threaded into my hair as I grasped the base of his already hard cock.
My tongue lapped up the pre-cum already glistening from its head.
Beau pulled at my hair, causing pain to explode across my scalp. I reveled in it. In the power I was holding in my hands.
Without pausing, I took him into my mouth. As much as was possible, at least. Beau grunted in pleasure as he bucked up, filling me deeper.
My eyes watered then tears spilled out the sides as I struggled to contain him. My jaw ached, but it was amazing. Holding Beau in my mouth, his hand at my head, filling me to the point of pain before thrusting upward.
He didn’t buck hard enough to trigger my gag reflex, the movements harsh but short. As if he knew exactly my limit.
