“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.

I’m not sure what made me do it, but I knew standing there would be our last chance. He reacted, thank God, but what shocked me the most was how he handed all control over to me. He said it wasn’t something he wanted to throw me into, but I still picked up the subtle commands, the way he reacted when I sassed him back, and how he decided when I came. They were only indirect, but I still caught them and obeyed immediately.

It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. If anyone had asked me prior to last night if I’ve had hot and heavy sex before, I’d have said yes, plenty of times. But now? Now I can honestly say after last night, I’ve only experienced that level of arousal with one man. Beau.

He was different. He took the time to take me there. To make me come apart before even thinking about trying to get himself there. Yeah, the men I’ve been with always made sure I came, but not like Beau. Not where I was begging to stop.

After the first round, we took a shower, both of us exploring each other. By the time we were dry, we were ready for round two. Beau took control the second time, and surprisingly, I wanted more. I never thought I would see myself handing over so much. I know Beau hasn’t even begun to show me what he likes, and while it scares me a little, it’s not enough to push me away. I want to try to please him. I want to show him I would and could do anything he asked.

Even if my comfort level is tested.

The smell of coffee brings me back to the present. Pushing all of last night’s activities away for now, I roll out of bed and throw on his shirt. I forgo panties and go in search of him.

I find him in the kitchen, resting against the counter. Feet crossed in front of him, coffee mug in hand. His only clothing is boxer shorts, and I can’t help but stare.

His body is a contradiction of hard and smooth: broad, high shoulders, firm chest with pecs that bulge beneath the skin.

Smooth line after line separate ripples of ab muscle. His waist is narrow, hips lean and his ass. Ugggh, his ass is tight.

Seriously, the man is dangerously sexy.

“Morning.” I stop my ogling and step over the threshold, a little unsure how to act. Do I go to him? Pretend like nothing happened?

There’s no doubt last night was incredible. We both gave into temptation, and spoke about taking things slow, but would he regret it today? Would he pull away from me like he did last night in the kitchen?