Part 23 (1/2)

He releases my c.l.i.t with a pop, hooks his fingers deep, then presses into me over and over.

”Yes,” I moan as waves and waves of energy build within me.

”You're gonna come hard in a minute, darlin'. Don't fight it.” Beau's voice breaks through my haze. His fingers keep pressing up into me, harder. Faster. Up and down.

He's right. I can sense it everywhere. I'm on the edge of something explosive. Heat coils through me. My breath is shallow, not giving me the oxygen I need to keep a clear head.

He pushes in deeper, presses up harder, and then the explosion hits me. An o.r.g.a.s.m, unlike anything I've ever had before rolls over me. Starting in my toes and ending in my nose, it shatters through me. Wave upon wave crashes over me, drowning me in pure ecstasy. Digging my heels into the bed and my fingers into my hair, I rear my hips up, taking Beau's hand with me and begging for more. He doesn't still or stop, his fingers milking my new favorite spot.

”f.u.c.king beautiful.” His voice is raw, like it hurts him to speak. His hunger becoming palpable, dancing over the surface of my skin in a soft low whisper.

”Never-” I start to say, but give up, too high on l.u.s.t to form a coherent sentence.

After what feels like an eternity, when the pulse starts to dull, my hips return to the bed, and Beau's fingers slide out of me and glide up to my c.l.i.t.

”No more, Beau.” My legs squeeze together in protest, trapping his hand.

”One more, darlin',” he coaxes, using both hands to pull my knees apart, and pus.h.i.+ng them back down to the bed.

Pressing the flat part of his thumb against my swollen c.l.i.t, he starts rolling it in slow, gentle strokes.

”I can't.” I fight it, knowing what he's trying for. My c.l.i.t is on fire, my body is spent and I'm pretty sure my face is numb.

”It's happening, darlin', and you're gonna watch it.” The wave builds again the harder he rubs against me, and in less than ten seconds, I'm close once more.

”Eyes on me, Kenzie,” he warns, flattening my c.l.i.t.

”Oh, G.o.d, Beau. It's too much.” The coil starts to unravel, surging and cras.h.i.+ng over me.

”Now.” He growls as the first squirt of my o.r.g.a.s.m hits his face. ”f.u.c.k, yes,” erupts from his mouth as he leans in closer.

Holy s.h.i.+t.

Rolling harder on my c.l.i.t, he flicks his tongue out as the next small burst sprays from me, catching it with his mouth.

”OH, G.o.d. OH, G.o.d. OH, G.o.d!” I half chant, half scream as he continues to press down on my c.l.i.t. The o.r.g.a.s.m is short, but powerful as he lets me ride it out.

Holy s.h.i.+t, that just happened.

I'm done.

Exhausted.

Possibly dead.

Beau releases his finger from my now bruised c.l.i.t, and then dives in. His tongue laps up everything I just gave him with a hunger I haven't seen before.

Where the h.e.l.l did that come from?

”f.u.c.k, Kenz. s.e.xiest f.u.c.king thing I've seen.” He moves his body back over me, hovering above me.

”I can't even right now, Beau,” I tell him then watch a triumphant grin spread over his face. His beard glistens with my arousal and it might just be the s.e.xiest thing I've ever seen.

”You come like that for everyone?” I don't have it in me to be shy about it. It's only happened twice before, both times on my own.

”Only on my own.” His eyes darken getting my drift, and I need to end this now before he asks for more information. ”Your beard,” I whisper as I reach up.

”Never was.h.i.+ng it again.” He s.n.a.t.c.hes my hand away and leans in, nuzzling against my jaw, and down my neck.

”Jesus, Beau.” I squirm against the dampness of his scruff. He slides to the other side, showing the same attention. Claiming me with my own scent.

”Now I can smell your c.u.n.t all day.” He places his nose to my neck and inhales loudly. ”f.u.c.king delicious. Now, get on your hands and knees. My b.a.l.l.s are about to explode after seeing you come that hard.” It doesn't take being told twice to roll onto my stomach and find my knees before pus.h.i.+ng up with my arms. His hands spread my a.s.s cheeks apart and he slides the tip of his c.o.c.k between my lips. The cool metal of his piercing hits the hood of my c.l.i.t and I whimper at the sensitive touch.

”I'm gonna take you hard, darlin'. I need it, baby.” I nod, letting him know I need the same. Instantly, he drives himself into me, filling me in one deep thrust.

We both cry out in unison, his piercing giving me a new level of pleasure with the different angle. I move my hips in small circles, adjusting and allowing myself to take all of him.

”d.a.m.n, Kenz. Stop.” The quick pinch of fingers at my side has me stilling.

We stay like this for a few seconds, both of us unmoving. My heart pounds erratically at the thought of him releasing more power over me.

I'm about to tell him I need more when he rocks into me, slow to start with, before building his stroke deliberately. The bar that sits on the underside of his c.o.c.k glides over the ridges of my walls stroking me like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like my own ma.s.sager, adding a whole new level of pleasure to work with.

”One day, when you're ready, I'm gonna take your hands and tie them behind your back, and f.u.c.k you like this.” His words are like an electric current running through me, setting every nerve ending on fire.

Would I let him tie me? Allow him total control?

”You're gonna f.u.c.king love it, darlin',” Beau answers my silent question, and the way he says it makes me believe him. So I don't argue. I just let my body relax into it and let him take what he needs. What we both need.

”Tell me you want it, darlin',” he pushes, needing my words.

Always words.

”I want it, Beau. I want you to do it,” I confess, giving myself over to him. I'm not sure I'm ready right now, but the thought of being tied under him excites me more than I thought it would.

”I will.” His strokes build faster, harder, more controlled. Then when I think I can't take it anymore, he reaches around, flicks my c.l.i.t once and I'm coming apart under him.

”Beau, yes!” I scream, letting the o.r.g.a.s.m hit me and take me under, dragging me beneath a wild current and forcing me to swim. His piercing drags out my o.r.g.a.s.m, pulling me along a little bit further as he succ.u.mbs to his own release.

”G.o.d, yes. f.u.c.k, darlin',” he grunts out, before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

”Holy s.h.i.+t, Beau.” I buck at the unexpected pain, then soothe myself as his hips slow. His breathing is harsh, but his strokes are gentle so I take comfort in it. This is Beau. Hard and soft. Rough and smooth. For every action, he controls my reaction and I can't help but be drawn into it, into him.

”We're gonna be late,” I whisper, my voice scratchy from crying out. My words break the moment, causing him to still.