“I have one,” he murmured and nodded, shifting, but he ran his fingers down the center of her chest, between her breasts as his eyes speared into hers. “But I’m glad to know you’re being careful. That’s a good girl.”
“I’m… I’m clean. And still on birth control,” she said, blushing again, even as his words washed over her. They did something to her.
“I always wear a condom, Val,” he said gently, leaning down topress a chaste kiss to her mouth. “Always. I’m extremely careful, too.”
He shifted to the side, picking up a foil square that she hadn’t noticed him toss onto the bed earlier. He tore the packet open with his teeth and then rolled the condom on before lowering his large frame to cover her again.
She shifted her hips, drawing her knees up on either side of his hips as he kissed her. Her arms slid beneath his, her hands sliding up to cup his muscled shoulders. He had braced himself on one of his forearms, and then he was positioning himself at her entrance.
The hand that was between her thighs, where he began pressing into her so slowly, came up and wrapped around the outside of her thigh, hitching it up higher as he pressed in. She gasped at the intrusion; her body unaccustomed to being so full after so long. His mouth left her lips, and he pressed his forehead against hers, staying that way until he had buried himself all the way in. It was tight, almost painfully so, and Val shifted her hips against his. He groaned audibly, his breath fanning over her face, and he rocked his hips against hers several times, not pulling out.
The friction, the angle, everything was magic. He was magic.
And then he started to move. Slow, deep strokes that pulled him nearly all the way out before sliding back in as deep as he could go, as deep as she could take him. Over and over again. The fingers clasped around her thigh squeezed tight, pushing her leg up higher still, which made the angle of his hips driving into hers deeper, and she cried out sharply on a keening cry. She reached for his lips with her own, her hands sliding from his shoulders to his waist, where she pressed in an effort to get closer. She was coming again. Her thighs shook as her body convulsed around his where he was pressed so deep.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growled against her mouth raggedly, a smile curving his lips as she continued to spasmaround him. “Oh yes. Fuck that feels so good. You come so good for me, Val.”
She was a mess. Her head tossed against the bed, her fingers scrabbling at his skin. He was so warm against her, the contrast of his hardness to everything that was soft on her, the rough texture of his body hair as it abraded the inside of her thighs, her breasts, her neck and cheeks and chin where his beard scratched her deliciously. She had missed this.
He continued to whisper filthy, beautiful things into her ear, against her skin, his breathing ragged as he moved over her, inside her. Again and again. He raised up onto his knees and brought her legs up so that her ankles hung over his shoulders. He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her ankle, his fingers digging into the groove made by her thighs and hips.
His hips slammed into hers, rougher than before, the front of his hips slapping against the backs of her thighs. He reached between their bodies and his fingers found her clit, circling it deftly. She moaned long and low.
“Can you do another one?” he asked darkly from above her. She shook her head, eyes pinched tightly shut, her lower lip caught between her teeth. It was too much. “One more, sweetheart. One more. I want to feel you come again.”
He continued to manipulate her clit with his fingers as he pumped into her. She was shaking, gasping for air, her entire body taut with how hard he was making her come, over and over again.
“Beau,” she sobbed on a low cry, her abdominal muscles pulling tight as she came for a fourth time. He was trying to kill her; she was sure of it. Her chest was aching, and stars danced behind her tightly closed lids. “Oh please—”
“Look at me,” he demanded roughly, and her eyes popped open, clashing with his. He dropped her legs as she continued to come around him, his restraint crumbling. Her legs banded around his hips as he dropped forward onto his hands on eitherside of her body, his hips slamming into hers hard. He fucked her through her orgasm and straight into another one, or maybe it was just the same one and it never stopped, she wasn’t sure. Her body wasn’t hers anymore. It belonged to him. His dark, intense eyes never left hers, and she had never felt more seen or more beautiful than she did in that moment.
His hips stuttered and he pushed into her once, twice more, before stilling, his chest heaving as he came with a guttural, savage groan, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. She felt his spasms deep inside, against the inner walls of her sex, each pulse stealing her breath.
He lowered his body down to hers before rolling them to their sides. He remained inside her, and every so often she would feel another aftershock ripple through each of them. His hands roamed over her bare back, pressing her chest against his as she rested with her head in the curve of his shoulder, his chin pressed against the top of her head.
Finally, he pulled out of her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he murmured, “I’ll be right back,” and then he rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. She blushed as he removed the used condom and then he disappeared into the bathroom. He was gone for a few minutes and then returned with a warm, damp cloth. She flushed with embarrassment as he moved onto the bed, gripping her knee and separating her legs. He was thorough and attentive, and then disappeared for just a moment before returning to bed. He gathered her into his arms, and she pressed her cheek to his chest, where she could hear his heart beating. Beau pulled the comforter up over them.
Val was listening to his breathing and the steady cadence of his heart beneath her ear when she whispered, “I don’t want you to think you have to stay, Beau…”
She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt him shift, preparing for him to stand and take his leave. Instead, she felt him press a kiss to her forehead before he tipped her chin up. “You asked meto hold you until you said to let go. Are you saying you want me to let go?”
Her heart ached at the words and the unfamiliar softness in his gaze as he stared down at her. She shook her head, drawing circles on his bare chest with her fingertip. “No. I don’t want you to let go. Not yet.”
He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. “Then I’ll stay until you’re ready, Val.”
CHAPTER 11
After Val’s breathing had turned slow and deep, signaling that she had fallen asleep, Beau lay awake, arm wrapped around her frame, holding her to him in the dark. He could hear the wind as it whipped outside the second story window. She didn’t have the thick, blackout shades covering her bedroom window that he did in his apartment across the hall, and the streetlight from across the road shined faintly through the fabric of her curtains. It cast just enough light to cast her features into relief from the shadows, and he couldn’t help but watch her in the quiet of the room. Her music still played softly from the living room.
As gently as he could, he disentangled himself from her and stood, pulling his boxer briefs up his legs. Padding out the bedroom door on bare feet, he crossed the tiny apartment that mirrored his and blew out the candles she’d lit earlier, then turned off the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen. The absence of the music cast his thoughts into deafening, violent spirals in his head.
I just fucked Valentina Compton. Felt her come on my fingers, my tongue… my dick. And I liked it. Immensely.
This… was not how he had envisioned theirfake dateending tonight.
He was supposed to say good night to her at the door, kiss her cheek, and send her off to bed; alone. He had offered to take her out to take her mind off being dumped the night before. Granted, Ryan Kaylor was an idiot of the grandest kind, and he doubted her hurt feelings were simply more than stung pride, rather than any solid feelings for the man.
I just hate seeing her so morose, her usual vibrance so lackluster. That’s all.
