"Because you are mine," he shouts, right before his lips crash down on mine, and I lose myself in him. Beau's grip on my wrists tightens, pressing them harder into the wall above my head, as his hips roll against mine and an embarrassingly needy whimper tumbles from my lips. "Fuck, this isn't…"
When he goes to pull away, panic flares inside me. I don't want him to take that back, or to stop.
With my hands still pinned above me, my options are limited, but when I hook one ankle around the back of his thigh, keeping us locked tight before biting his lower lip, a growl rolls through his chest that I feel all the way to my toes.
"If I'm yours, show me," I whisper, my lips brushing his with each softly spoken word. "Unless you're scared…"
Beau's free hand grabs my jaw, tilting my face where he wants it, and his tongue strokes against mine until I'm whimpering into his mouth, straining against his hold. He releases my wrists only to grab the hem of my shirt and drag it over my head.
That mouth is on my collarbone before the fabric even hits the floor, teeth scraping along bone, and when he reaches my breast, he bites down hard enough to make me yelp. That's going to leave a mark.
"You're such a brat," he mutters, but his full mouth curls up at one side in a smirk as he admires his handiwork, running a thumb over where he bit me before kissing it gently.
My bra is gone in seconds, his mouth closing over my nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the peak until I'm arching off the wall with both hands in his hair. His fingers are already working my jeans open, shoving them down my hips along with my underwear, then I kick the tangle free while his mouth drags down my stomach.
He drops to his knees, hooks my leg over his shoulder, and looks up at me, eyes glowing in the dim light.
"I remember how you taste. Been wanting more ever since that night."
The first stroke of his tongue makes my head slam back against the wall. He goes straight for my clit, flat and firm, and my hands scramble against the faded wallpaper, searching foranything to hold onto. When my thigh clenches around his head, he groans in delight against me, the vibration nearly finishing me right there.
"This fucking pussy. It's been in my dreams for months. Tastes like fucking honey."
Blushing at his words but too delirious with pleasure to care, I grind into him, needing more pressure, a firmer touch. But each time I do, he eases back, forcing me to let him work at his own pace.
"Beau, please."
He smiles against me, enjoying the torture he's inflicting far too much, when a flash of irritation has me burying my hands into his hair and tightening my grip on the strands. My hips buck, but his hands clamp down, pinning me still while his tongue works in tight, relentless circles.
"Yes. Beau, I'm going to?—"
But he pulls away abruptly and stands, his mouth glistening with my slick and eyes burning amber. He holds my gaze while licking me from his lips, having me thumping the wall behind me in frustration.
"Not yet."
"That's not–" I don't get to finish that thought.
Beau grabs my waist and lifts me off my feet before throwing me face down on the bed. The mattress bounces, and I yelp, scrambling to get up to my knees, but before I can turn over, he's over me, his hand flat on the small of my back, pressing me down. His shorts hit the floor beside me, and every nerve ending in my body lights up with anticipation.
"Hands on the headboard."
Instantly, my obedient fingers find the wooden slats and grip. His hand slides up my spine, slowly, one finger trailing up the middle, then he fists my hair, wrapping it once aroundhis knuckles and pulling until my back arches, my chin lifted. Throat exposed.
He presses one finger inside my dripping wet core and hums his approval.
"I want to hear everything." His chest is hot against my back, his mouth at my ear, as he nudges my knees wider and settles between them, his thick cock pressing against my entrance. "Don't you dare hold back. Each and every one of those sounds is mine."
He pushes inside me in one long stroke, and I cry out, loud enough that the men next door definitely hear it.
But right now, it's hard to care about anything other than what Beau Lennox is doing to me. He's thick and deep from this angle, stretching me right to the edge, and he stills, buried completely, his breath shuddering against my neck.
"I like it here. When you're officially mine, we're going to sleep like this every night, with me buried deep inside you."
What the fuck?
His filthy words bounce around my brain as my pussy quivers, clenching down hard around him. There's so much to unpack in that one sentence, but when he starts to move, I forget my own name let alone wonder how serious he is about anything he’s just said.
"Hold on."
