Infatuation

“Okay, next time you can lick them clean.” Her eyes bug out of her head, and I can’t help but laugh at her reaction.

Fuck me, so fucking sexy yet innocent.

“I’ve never, um, done it,” she admits, looking everywhere but me.

“You haven’t tasted yourself after a man’s gone down on you?” She shakes her head as I hover over her body then lower my mouth to hers.

She opens instantly, her tongue darting out to taste herself.

A soft moan gets trapped between us. I’m not sure who’s more turned on, me or her.

“You like?” I ask, moving my lips over her jaw and down her neck.

“On you, yeah.” She gasps as I sink my teeth into the soft flesh above her collarbone. She smells like strawberry today.

“You want more?” I ask, still wanting her to direct what happens next. Her head nods, but it’s not enough.

“Need words, Kenz. Always words.”

“I want you. Give me more.”

“What do you want, darlin’?” I lick around her nipple, before moving to the next one.

“You. I want you in me.”

“You want my cock?” I push, wanting her to say it. Needing her to say it.

“Yes, Beau. I want your cock.” She starts panting, the harder I roll my teeth over her tight nipple. “I want you to fuck me.” I pull back and line my throbbing cock at her entrance.

“Condom.” She exhales and I still. Fuck, how the hell could I forget?

“You on the pill, darlin’?” I ask, not wanting to put a hold on anything. My cock is practically weeping in delight. He’s not ready to give this up for a glove.

“Yes, and I’m clean,” she says, pulling me out of my pity party.

“I’ve never had sex without one,” I admit, not sure why I’d be willing to let her be the first.

“We don’t have to.” The need in her voice matches mine, so instead of thinking about it anymore, I thrust deep into her.

“Fuck!” We both cry out. Not in a painful kind of way but with relief.

“So fucking good.” I take a minute to let her adjust to my size as I get used to not wearing a condom. Her walls hug me tight and the sensation of flesh on flesh almost pushes me to lose my load.

“I need you to move, Beau,” she begs, ready before I am. I don’t comply with her needs; instead, I let myself sink deeper.

After a few moments of controlling the urge, I start to rock my hips. Slow to start with, building my rhythm, each deliberate stroke pulling her closer to the edge with me.

“Faster,” she moans, tipping her hips up to meet each thrust.

“Put your hands above your head, darlin’. Wanna see those perfect tits,” I order. My balls tense getting ready to explode. She follows my orders, and if my cock could be any harder, it would.

“Good girl, keep your hands there, you hear me?” She nods, her eyes rolling back.

“Words, Kenz. I need words.”

“Yes, Beau. I won’t touch. Even though I want more than anything to touch you, I’m going to keep my hands on the boring bed.” My grin grows wider at her unconventional way of submission.

Fuck, what I could do to her and her sassy mouth.

I pick up my speed, my resolve all but gone and start to unleash faster, rougher strokes into her. Her fingers fist the blanket.

“I’m there, oh, yes, yes, yes!” she cries out, her hands move to her head, pulling her hair as her walls spasm around my cock, gripping me as she rides out her release. It’s enough to set me off. My balls squeeze tight before exploding into her. Waves of pulsating pleasure roll through me as I empty the longest release of my life inside of her.

“Fuck, darlin’.” My pulse quickens as I thrust my hips over and over. The sounds of my balls slapping against her fade out as our ragged breaths fill the room.

“It’s never…” She sucks in a sharp breath. “The piercing…” Her head falls to the side as she gives up. I keep sliding slowly in and out of her. My cum mixed with her arousal spills out between us with each motion, but neither one of us moves to stop it.

Jesus when was the last time I came that hard?

Never.

“Darlin’, I don’t even know where to start.” Pulling a deep breath through my nose, I will my racing heart to calm as I finally pull out of her.

“Is it always like that?” She starts to laugh, her body shaking underneath me.

“I’ll let you know after the second round.” I look down at her. A deep, red blush covers her chest and a small sated smile paints her lips.

I really fucking hope so.

Nineteen

Mackenzie

I wake with a startle the following morning. Naked and exhausted, my mind’s full of images from the night before.

“Oh, God. Yep it happened,” I tell the empty room. I roll to sit up, and my body protests in a good way.

Turning my head, I check the time on my alarm clock. Ten-o-five. Though I’m not surprised, I still curse myself. I hate sleeping in this late.

The price you pay when you stay up till sunrise, letting a man fuck you silly, Mackenzie.

My mind flicks back to the moment Beau walked into my room last night and saw me getting undressed.

I was angry, hurt, but most of all I was done. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me that gave me the confidence to stand there and expose myself to him, or maybe it was my need driving me.

Need to be wanted. To be devoured. By him.