Chapter 139

I awake to the sound of some asshole pounding at my door. I look at the clock. It’s 2 freaking am. I want to roll over and go back to sleep, but whoever it is, is incessant.

Grumbling, I pull myself out of bed. The place better be on fire or something for how much urgency is in that knocking.

I throw open the door, and Beau is standing there. He’s shirtless. His bare chest is littered with love bites and lipstick smudges. He smells a bit like his date’s perfume and cigarettes from the bar. And sex.

I want to close the door right in his face but there’s a wild look in his eyes that give me pause. He looks furious.

He doesn’t wait for an invitation to enter. Instead, he pushes forward all his own, crowding straight into my face.

Maybe on some other day, I might cower, but this asshole woke me up at 2am for what? Did he run out of lube? What the fuck did he want me to do about it?

“What the hell did you do to me?” he growls.

I blink once, twice. What the fuck does that mean?

“You used some kind of trickery on me, and I demand to know just what it was.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” What kind of jerk barges into a girl’s room at 2am just to accuse her of… what, tricking him somehow? Why is he even thinking about me? “Shouldn’t you be with your date?”

Suddenly Beau’s hands are on my arms. In a flash, I’m pushed up against the wall behind the door, with it slammed shut. I’m not hurt, but I am breathless. Beau doesn’t always flex his strength and speed.

My body reacts to his manhandling in the grossest possible way – total and complete horniness. My panties get a little wet, and my cheeks flush.

Beau steps closer to me. His fiery eyes burn down into me. His hips pin mine to the wall, and his rock-hard dick digs into my thigh.

I try to draw together the frayed edges of my quickly scattering thoughts. Did he come here for a fuck? When he has a date of his own presumably waiting in his bedroom?

I lift my chin, defiant even as my own body wants to submit. “I’m not into sloppy seconds.”

Beau’s voice lowers into a growl. “I’m not into you.”

His throbbing cock says otherwise. But I still don’t get it. He has a willing body back in his room. Why is he here?

“Why don’t you go back to your date with the big boobs?” I say, harsher than I mean to. “That’s what you want, right?” I should stop talking. I’m showing too much of my insecurities. But now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. “Mine are too small to entice you.”

“Bullshit,” Beau growls. Without warning, his hands clasp over my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra. Even with my thin sleep-shirt in the way, he can feel everything, including my rapidly hardening nipples.

He drops his forehead against the wall beside my head. His mouth is right next to my ear.

“Fucking perfect,” he says gruffly. He sounds mad about it. His wide hands are almost enough to fully cup me. He massages gently, his fingers catching on my hard nipples.

I hiss, the feel and the friction too much for me to contain. I want more, both in words and in feeling.

“Better than hers?” I whisper. I hate how needy I am about this. I’ve never felt so off-kilter in my life.

“Better than anyone’s.” He catches my earlobe between his teeth and gently bites.

A harsh breath escapes me, something like a half-formed moan.

“Get this fucking shirt off,” he says. “I want to see you.”

I grip the hem of my shirt and yank it over my head in a flash. He pulls back to give me enough room. When I toss it onto the floor, he blinks at me, surprised.

“What?” I ask.

“Eager,” he says, and starts to smirk a little. There’s the Beau I know.

His teasing brings some embarrassment forward and I start to close my arms over my chest.

“Uh, uh,” he tsks. He takes my wrists in his hands and pulls my arms apart. My mild struggle is only for show. He wants to see. I want to let him.

With my tits on display, he takes his fill of the view. His dick jumps. It must be painful, having it constrained in his tight pants. He’s too busy holding my arms to do much about it.

“Gods, you are bless,” he says, voice lust-rough. “And so am I, to get to see them. And touch them. And… taste…”

At once, he drops my wrists, but only so he can grip my ass and lift me up the wall. Once my tits are level with his face, he surges forward and clasps his mouth over one nipple. He laps and suckles with relentless passion.

I claw my fingers through his hair. It’s all I can do to just hold on and accept the pleasure.

I wrap my legs around his waist. His hands squeeze my ass and drag me forward, so that my core is rubbing against the bulge in his pants.

It’s an onslaught of pleasure. The pounding of my clit and core against the steel-hardness of his covered dick. His tongue licking circles around my peaked nipple, his mouth and breath hot on my skin.

He kisses down the valley of my breasts on his sloppy trail to the other nipple. Once there, he latches on and sucks.

I buck on my own and he growls his pleasure. So I keep doing it.

We’re dry humping each other, me pressed harder and harder into the wall. One of my tits bounces from the force. The other would too, if not for the man sucking so forcefully.

Tingles of pleasure zip up and down my spine. It’s too good. Beau knows just what he’s doing. He knows how to wring every little moan from the back of my throat. And still I want more.

I’m pulling at his hair, desperate to keep his mouth against me. His tongue is so determined, so hard.

Gods. I didn’t know just having my tits sucked could feel so fucking good.

I’m about to lose my mind.

From the feel of him, Beau is too. His body is like liquid, moving so fluidly against me. If we were naked, Gods, he’d be moving in me like a tide.

If only we were naked.

No time for that now.

He pops off my tit. His lips are damp with saliva. My nipples are wet too. He thrusts up into me even more forcefully, making my whole body jump. His eyes are locked on my breasts, and I know he just wants to watch them bounce.

“Touch yourself,” he growls. “Pinch those nipples. Show me how you like it.”

My brain’s on auto-pilot. I’m too lost in the fog of pleasure. I can only do as he commands. I cup my breasts first, making a show of it, then I pinch at my nipples. I twist lightly, drawing out even more pleasure.

It feels good, but it’s the sight of him watching that really drags me to the edge of pleasure. His eyes are hooded. His lips parted. His features lax with pleasure.

He’s getting off watching me. Me. Not the woman down the hall and her massive breasts. It’s mine he wants, mine that are bringing him to the edge right along with me.

His thrusts are growing sporadic. He’s about to topple. I’m as close as him. Closer.

He lunges forward and catches my nipple in his mouth again. My fingers are still there. He runs his tongue over the peak, as well as my fingers.

It’s enough. More than.

“B-Beau!” I shout as an orgasm punches through me. I drop my breasts to grab at his shoulders. I claw at his skin, leaving marks.

He growls against my skin. His hips keep thrusting once, twice more, and then his body shivers.

For a long moment, the night is still, except for the rise and fall of our chests as we both struggle for breath. Then, slowly, Beau lowers me down to my feet.

He swallows hard. He’s not looking at me. He backs away.

“Goodnight, Nanny,” he says and walks through the door.

I stare after him, trying to get my brain to restart. What the hell just happened?