Chapter 148
I’m a prisoner to Beau’s given pleasures. By now, I’ve lost track of where my shirt and bra have landed. Beau made short work of them, and I suspect they’ve fluttered down over the ledge and to the ground. I’m going to be pissed about that later, but for now, all I can focus on is the onslaught of pleasure his mouth and hands are giving me, by lapping and caressing my breasts.
My nipples are so hard, they are aching. Beau keeps switching from one to the other, giving both equal attention. Whichever one he isn’t sucking or licking, he gives attention with his fingers and his hand.
I can do nothing but lie there and feel, and it’s driving me made. My body is trembling. From my mouth are an utterance of small gasps and moans. Everything he does feels so good, I can barely stand it. Yet still I can’t get enough. I want more.
As if reading my thoughts, he lowers one of his hands down to the buckle of my pants. He pops it open. Then his fingers start to dip inside.
The touch of his searching hand to my navel, sends me shooting upright, as if a bucket of cold water has fallen over my head.
Beau sits back on his haunches. His lips are kiss-swollen, and I don’t know if it’s from our making out or the attention he’s been giving my breasts. My tits feel tender, and when I look down, they are covered in love bites. It’s fucking hot.
But the fingers on my waistband give me pause.
He’s waiting, watching. His chest is heaving with heavy breaths. The fire continues to burn in his eyes. But he doesn’t move, not even an inch. He’s waiting for my lead.
He’s probably just as confused as I am.
But through the fog of lust, realization is coming to the forefront of my mind.
“I refuse to be one of your conquests,” I say. I won’t be some notch on his bedpost. Another girl fucked. Thank you, now move aside for the next. I don’t exactly want to mean anything to him, either. At least, I don’t expect it, knowing his thoughts on emotions and love.
But Gods, knowing he might have brought another girl up here, fed her the same lines, and made love to her in the same way as this? It made my stomach churn.
He was good with his hands, but not good enough for me to entirely forget myself.
I started to feel a bit shy, sitting there with my tits out. But when I glance around, it really does seem that my shirt has fallen down to the ground below. Shit.
“Conquests?” Beau repeats, with his brow furrowed.
“The girls you fuck,” I say.
His brow furrows further. His kiss-red lips turn down into a frown. “I don’t consider any of them conquests.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
Beau shakes his head ever so slightly. He seems earnest. “They are simply people I choose to share a moment of bliss with. Or several moments.” He adds the last bit with a small grin. It cools as he continues. “You are someone I’d like to share that moment with too.”
Oh.
That doesn’t sound nearly so bad.
Admittedly, I’m drawn to Beau, just as I am drawn to Archer and Neil. I know it’s foolhardy. I know the risks to my heart. But… something about these brothers draws me in.
And… well, wasn’t I already considering a friends with benefits situation with Beau? He’s a dick, so I don’t have to be overly worried about falling for him, like I had Archer and Neil. We’ll have fun tonight, share that moment of bliss he talks about, and then, in the morning, he’ll remind me that he’s a massive asshole and I’ll move on again.
“We don’t have to go any farther if you don’t want to,” Beau says.
That’s really the last straw. He’s okay with following my lead. He would never pressure me, even though he’s a blatant playboy.
My buzzkill logical brain decides to check out at that point, and the horniness reclaims everything. I crawl my way into Beau’s lap and kiss him, hopefully telling him how I feel. He has the green light to proceed.
He growls at my sudden ambitions, and yanks me closer to his chest. I hate that he’s still wearing a shirt, when mine is down there in the grass, so I grab his by the hem and rip it up over his head. He moves his arms for me, helping me all the way.
I smirk at him as I toss the shirt carelessly over the edge of the grate. It flutters down, down, caught in the draft, and catches on a tree. It’s going to be a real bitch trying to retrieve it later.
Sucks for him.
He takes it in stride though. He just laughs.
I wrap my arms around him and pull his bare chest against mine. His skin is hot and it feels so good against mine. My nipples are still wet from Beau’s earlier attentions. The friction now is delicious.
Beau wraps one arm around my waist to keep me on his lap. He closes his mouth over mine and we find ourselves locked in another heated kiss.
His free hand resumes its trek down the front of my pants, this time with my full, enthusiastic consent.
When his fingers brush my clit, I nearly bounce onto my feet. Only Beau’s arm latched around my waist keeps me in place. I do manage a good six inches though, which forces our mouths apart.
He grins as my tits are suddenly eye-level.
“Beau,” I gasp. The pleasure is so intense, I’m not sure I can handle more.
He laughs at the warning, then leans forward and brings my nipple into his mouth.
“Beau!!” I shout, not caring how loud my voice is. Who can here when we are as secluded as we are?
“That’s it, Nanny,” Beau says, breaking his hold on my nipple for only long enough to speak. “Tell the whole world who makes you feel so fucking good.”
“Beau,” I whine this time.
He moves his fingers around my clit in the same small circles he traces around my tongue.
In his pants, I can feel his growing hardness. He’s getting off to how hot I am because of him.
I pitch my voice even higher, wanting to excite him more. “Beau! Yes! Gods!”
It’s not an act. I feel so fucking good I could explode. And likely will. Soon.
He’s rubbing me hard and fast. His tongue is vicious, lapping hard. I hold onto his shoulders. I’m reaching the edge.
“Beau, please! Please!”
He sucks hard on my nipple, while clamping down on my clit.
It’s enough, and I topple straight over the edge of pleasure, overwhelmed by bliss.
I must black out for a moment or two. When I wake up, I’m sheltered in the cradle of Beau’s arms, with my head resting on his chest.
I look up at him and he looks so damn smug, I could smack him. Except he’s earned that right.
That was fucking fantastic.
“Beau…” My voice is hoarse from screaming.
We both start to laugh.
