Chapter 284

Beau turns to look at me. His mouth immediately falls slack. His eyes practically bug out of his head. His gaze drops, giving my entire body a gentle caress with his eyes.

For too long, he just stands there gaping at me. I’m starting to feel self-conscious about all of this.

I cross my arms around my waist. “No good?” I ask.

“Good?” he repeats, distantly, like he’s thoroughly distracted. Then he shakes his head. “Fuck, Chloe. You look so fucking hot.”

Oh.

Suddenly, a fire ignites in Beau’s eyes. He’s shaken off his stupor. Now he walks to me with a strong, confident saunter. He keeps walking even as he draws nearer to me, forcing me backwards until I’m back against the wall and he’s boxed me in.

His hands go to my sides. He traces them down the length of my body, then wrap them around my waist. Farther down, he grabs the bare globes of my ass.

Beau stares openly down at my breasts, gaze catching on the way they press hard together.

He licks his lips. “Damn, Nanny. You look good enough to eat.” He smiles wickedly at his own idea. Then, looking back up into my eyes, he slowly drops down to his knees.

“Beau…”

“You know I’m good with my tongue,” he teases. “It will feel good, I swear.” He drops his gaze now to the sight before him: the apex of my thighs barely covered with the skimpy fabric. “Oh, this will be fun. Let’s leave it on.”

“What?” I gasp.

“You’ll see,” he says and leans forward, tongue first.

Through the lacey fabric, his tongue connects with my folds. He uses his thumbs to pull them apart. This allows the string from the thong to slip up against my clit. Beau’s tongue immediately joins in, lapping and circling. Teasing.

Between the friction of the string and the damp heat of Beau’s mouth, it doesn’t take me long to lose myself. I bury my fingers in Beau’s hair. I drop my head back against the wall.

It’s only my last scrape of sanity that keeps me holding my tongue when I really want to moan and buck with abandon. This is just a bedroom in a house full of people. If I want to keep secret what’s happening here, I need to stay silent.

But then Beau presses closer. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, and shoves his tongue straight into my soaking pussy.

“Ah – umph!” I shove my own hand into my mouth, biting down hard on the meat below my thumb.

Beau teases me with his tongue, sliding it in and out of my pussy, mimicking sex. Just as I think I’m recovering myself, he slides his finger in beside his tongue, and I’m lost again.

“Bea-umph!”

I bite down harder on my hand.

Beau keeps his finger inside me, teasing, as he licks his tongue back to my clit.

My nipples harden against the hard lace of the bra. I want it off. I want his mouth there too.

I start to whimper.

Beau smiles against me. He pops his mouth off of me and slides his fingers out of me gently.

I give him a wild-eyed look as he stands. He lifts his hands like he might touch my breasts. I hold my breath. Yet, instead of giving me what I want, he grabs me by the hips, turns, and throws me down onto the bed.

I bounce, and my tits bounce more, straight out of the lifted cups of the bra.

Beau growls lowly as he struts toward me. I spread my legs, letting him stand in the space between them. With one hand, he reaches down, grabs the bra and rips it clean off of me. He throws it over his shoulder.

So much for the lingerie. It looked expensive too.

He gives me a wolfy grin. “I like you naked better,” he says, voice soft, barely a whisper.

Is he also trying to be quiet? Or… oh Gods, is someone coming over here? In the quiet, I can hear footsteps approach.

My breath catches.

Beau grins as he leans down, bringing his mouth so near my breast.

“Beau, wait,” I start to say.

He winks at me as he takes my nipple into his mouth. Gods! It feels so good. That’s just what I wanted.

Yet, before I can surrender to the feeling, there’s a loud knock on the door.

I gasp, and scramble to get up, but Beau keeps me pinned with his hands on my hips. His mouth on my tit.

“Chloe?” It’s Neil. “Are you okay?”

Oh, Gods. I can’t let Neil see me like this!

“Get rid of him,” Beau whispers, words barely audible with my nipple in his mouth.

“I’m fine!” I call, too loudly. I clear my throat. Beau laps at my nipple and it takes me a full ten seconds to recover myself. “I’m fine, Neil! I’m just resting!”

“Are you hurt? You sound winded?”

Jesus. “I’m fine! I’m just lying down for a nap. I’ll find you later okay? We can…. Ah… talk! We can talk!”

Neil lingers a moment. Gods know what he must be thinking. I hope it’s not the truth though I suspect it is. After all, Beau would also be missing.

“Alright,” he says and finally, finally, his footsteps disappear back down the hallway.

Beau immediately stands again. In two seconds flat, he has his pants down to his knees and a condom rolled over his hard dick.

“Beau, you fucking menace,” I growl, and it’s the last coherent sentence I get out, before he pushes my thong to the side and slides his throbbing cock into my pussy. He pushes in all the way to the hilt. He gives me enough time for one sharp breath before he rolls his hips in a way that hits every single one of my buttons.

I lose myself in record time. And then again. And again.

Beau fucks me for an hour before he’s finally spent. I know he can go all night. I suspect he’s cutting this short for the benefit of our flimsy-at-best cover.

In the end, the thong, too, was torn off of me and cast aside. Along with it, any hope I had of using that lingerie as clean underwear while my other clothes are in the wash.

Beau helps clean me up with a discarded towel, and I complain to him about his ruining his gift so quickly.

He smirks. “Nanny, lingerie like that isn’t meant to be worn long, remember?”

I want to smack him. I might have, playfully, if my limbs didn’t feel like noodles filled with jelly.

“Well, now what am I going to wear?” I grumble.

“Easy,” he says. He slips out of the room before I can realize what he’s doing. He returns in fresh clothes for himself and with one extra set of boxers in his hands.

His boxers.

“For you,” he says, presenting them to me like they are some kind of precious gift.

I roll my eyes as I snatch them from his hand. Gods help me if any of the other brothers find out I’m wearing Beau’s underwear.

His grin adds teeth, like he knows what I’m thinking and he likes it.

This time, I do reach out and smack his arm.

He laughs.