“Good girl.” His hips bucked forward, almost hitting the back of my throat. Tears escaped my eyes, and they ran down my cheeks. Yet I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
Lust coiled in the base of my spine even. The pain in my jaw and mouth only served to intensify my need as Beau let out grunts of pleasure.
“Baby,” he clipped out. “I’m going to come. You don’t want it in your mouth, you stop right now.”
I paused for a split second, grinning around his cock at the way his words were strangled. I did that. I was on my knees, but he was under my control.
I’d never swallowed before. It was a boundary I’d managed to hold with Waylon, the one time I’d been strict with him. He’d disrespected me in so many ways, broke me, yet I refused to let him committhatact.
Here, with Beau, it wasn’t something that felt belittling to me. I was hungry for it. For him.
So I didn’t stop. I kept going.
His powerful quads trembled. From me. I made himtremble. “Fuck, Hannah,” was all he growled before he was finishing.
I could barely keep up with the power of his climax; it spilled down the sides of my mouth, mixing with my tears. I swallowed relentlessly, my own body desperate for release. I rode on his waves, over and over, until he was done.
After I’d taken down all of him, reality slowly crept back in. My knees protested from the harsh floor, my jaw throbbed, and my breathing was labored. I’d never felt better.
Slowly, Beau removed himself from my mouth, then somehow, I was in his arms. In two of his long strides, he carried me to his bed, eyes roving over my face, my mouth. I could only imagine what a mess I looked like. I didn’t have the energy to try to wipe my mouth.
“That was… You are … fucking magnificent, Hannah.” Beau’s words were rough, barely more than a rasped whisper. “As much as I love your face marked with my cum, I’m gonna clean you up, baby.”
My body hummed as he walked to the bathroom, and I listened to running water and a slight rustling, then watched him return to me.
I was still in a haze, which made no sense sinceIwas not the one who’d had the orgasm. Then again, I’d technically done all the work. Though it hadn’t felt like a job.
The cloth was warm as he wiped my mouth, my cheeks. Beau carefully cleaned the skin, removing traces of tears and … him.
He leaned forward to kiss me. Not a peck, proving he wasn’t perturbed by what had been in my mouth a moment ago as his tongue slipped inside, and he kissed me leisurely, passionately.
Though my mouth ached, I returned the kiss with fervor, arching my back up toward him. I was desperate for his touch, for the tension in my body to be released.
“I’ll take care of you, Hannah.” Beau’s hand circled my neck. “Patience.” He slid his hand down to cup me between my legs, over the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms.
I let out a wanton groan, his contact enough to spur more pleasure into my nerve endings but not enough. I needed more.
Beau, the monster he was, straightened, looking down on me.
My eyes were still watering. My jaw ached. My mouth tasted of him. My clit pulsated with need, my body so taut and wired that one single touch would send me off the edge.
Beau’s eyes were fierce, blazing, jaw still tight, the muscles in his neck sculpted.
“It’s in the fridge,” I told him when I realized his look was a question. I vaguely remembered a supermarket trip today and a promise made about what he was going to do with that champagne.
“Clothes off,” he commanded. “By the time I get back.”
I stared at his broad back as he left, relishing in the size of him, the smell of him. The taste of him. It took me longer than it should’ve for me to push myself up and take off my shirt and pants. I considered the underwear too, but I selfishly wantedBeau to see them. I felt sexy in them. So I kept them on, making sure to fold my clothes and put them away in my drawer.
In my drawer. In our room.
Too soon, a voice inside of me whispered.Much too soon.
It was a sensible voice too. But I pushed it down, struggling to rid myself of the fear that we were moving much too fast.
The muted thump of Beau’s footfalls chased away the loudest of my worries, and my need for him crawled up my throat. I was still aching for my own orgasm.
Beau stopped short halfway through the room as he took sight of me. His eyes traveled the length of my body, lingering a long time at the apex of my thighs and on my chest.
