“And then some,” he answers, releasing his cock. “Put it in your mouth,” he orders, pushing down on it to line the bulging tip with my lips. The small bar piercing through his head glistens with pre-cum. I want to reach out and lick it, play with it, but I know he’s testing me. Challenging me to push him. Not wanting to disappoint, I lean forward and open my mouth.
My eyes stay on his as he slowly guides himself inside.
“Fucking hell!” He hisses as I mold my lips around his width. A shudder runs through me as I accommodate his size. My arousal grows, sliding between my thighs.
Squeezing my legs together, I focus all my attention on what’s happening in my mouth. The cool bars from both of his piercings glide on my tongue and I take a moment to let my mouth memorize it.
“You control this, Mackenzie.” Beau coaches me, moving his hands to either side of my face. He continues to glide back and forth between my lips. I can’t take him all without needing to gag so he stops short, knowing just how far to push.
“You want to stop this, you stop. Simple,” he reminds me, giving me an out.
“Hmmm,” I acknowledge his words with a slight nod.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to relax your throat. I’m not going to hurt you, but by the time I’m done, you’re gonna take me whole.” He smiles down at me before picking up his pace. I keep my breathing steady through my nose, careful not to lose it. I haven’t given head like this before. Not with someone else in control, that fact alone makes it more erotic.
“Fuck, baby, your mouth is heaven.” His encouragement relaxes me more, a new need taking over. A need to please him. Beau continues to control his strokes, in and out. Deep and precise. His moans grow wilder the faster he pistons his hips. The bar starts to hit the back of my throat, but it’s not uncomfortable. If anything, it ignites me.
Can I come without even being touched?
Not sure it’s possible, I slip my hand between my legs and find my clit. My own touch is electric, consuming as I work myself toward my own release.
“Stop touching,” Beau barks above me, and instantly my fingers freeze.
“Hmm,” I growl back. Frustrated doesn’t begin to describe my feelings. I need this release.
“Not yet, beautiful. Want you to come over my mouth.” His admission soothes me a little, but not much. I purse my lips tighter and relax my throat, with hopes to move this along so I can have the attention I too am craving.
“Fuck, Kenz, gonna come too soon you keep it up.” I suck deeper, wanting it as much as he does. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling my hair in a sharp tug, and for a split second, I tense. The sensation of being trapped between his hands threatens to freak me out, but I force myself to let my fear go. This is Beau, not Chad.
Beau, not missing anything, reads my reaction. He releases my hair instantly and slows, but I don’t want him to end this. I want him to come.
Moving my hands to the thick muscles in his thighs, I pull him back to me, showing him I’m not ending this. He gets the hint and picks up his pace. Careful not to grip my hair again, he fucks my mouth over and over. His groans grow wild, his strokes desperate, until an uninhibited cry of satisfaction fills the kitchen, and warm cum explodes at the back of my throat. My stomach dips, the sounds of his orgasm sends spasms through my pussy. Trying not to focus on the taste, I swallow everything he gives me until his moans of pleasure quieten and he slows his movements. Allowing me to make sure I take everything he offers, he stills briefly before letting his still hard cock fall from my lips. I lean forward and run my tongue over his piercing. I look up under my lashes and watch him draw a sharp breath through his teeth.
“You have no idea how breathtaking you look down there, darlin’.”
I feel powerful. Sexy. Unstoppable.
“Come on, dirty girl. Your turn.” He bends at the waist and helps me up to my feet. Before I can wipe my mouth, he smashes his lips to mine, finding my tongue in desperate need, and strokes me to a new kind of ecstasy. Lust.
I’m consumed by everything he gives me. Everything he takes from me.
Jesus, the man can kiss.
He continues to kiss me for what feels like hours, until I’m pushed back against the counter.
“Up.” He drops to his knees, while I climb up and spread my legs open for him.
“Jesus, I’ll have to fuck your mouth every day, darlin’. You’re dripping for me.” He pushes his tongue between his teeth and with a devilish grin lifts it in two quick flicks.
Oh, God, yes please.
“Hands beside you, flat on the counter,” he orders, but this time I don’t want to comply.
“No. I want to touch you.” His eyes narrow at first, waiting for me to submit, but I don’t.
“Please, Beau,” I push, needing this more than he knows. I know he said it would be like this, but I need to connect with him on this.
“I’ll give you this one today, but next time you learn what happens when you disobey me.” He shakes his head before lightly nipping at my thigh.
My fingers move to his hair, spreading wide to pull the length between them. I want to ponder on what kind of punishment I would find myself taking, but time ceases to exist when the rough tingle of his beard lets me know his mouth is there. A moment later, his tongue spears my clit and two fingers fill me.
I block out everything else, too lost in what his fingers and his tongue are doing to me.
All thoughts of punishment gone.
“Do you have any other family alive?” I ask later that afternoon as we lay in bed naked. After Beau made me come with his mouth on the counter, twice, we sat and ate breakfast before racing back to bed where Beau made me come apart with his cock.
We’ve spent the rest of the day switching between the kitchen and Beau’s bed. I shouldn’t be able to walk, let alone talk with how many orgasms I’ve received in the last twenty-four hours. But I can and now we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.
“Only the club left,” he answers, his finger trailing soft circles along my neck.
“Did you grow up in Rushford?” I keep the questions coming. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt Beau is completely relaxed to open up.
“Yeah, grew up with Nix and the club. What about you? You always lived here?”
“I grew up in Los Angeles. My mom and dad were actors.”
“Yeah? Movies?”
“No.” I laugh. “I should say aspiring actors. They were in a few TV commercials, but my mom and dad were free spirits. They never really had a serious job, always floating from place to place.”
“How did they die?”
“When I was twelve they were in a car accident. I was at a friend’s house for the night. They were driving out to a party when a drunk driver ran a stop sign. My mom died instantly. My dad died three days later.”
“Sucks, darlin’, losing your parents so young.” He presses his lips to the side of my head, offering me comfort.
“Yeah, it was hard, I had to move to Redwick to live with my nan. I hated it at first, but every day was better than the last. My nan was great. She let me adjust, and have my moments until I finally came around. I took it hard when she died five years ago. She was the last of my family.” He squeezes me closer, breathing in my scent.
“I felt the same way when my ma died.” He offers his own story. “My sister, Missy, died first. It was tough on all of us, but Ma, she was a mess. Thinking back now, part of her died that day too. Then two years later when we all just got back to a good place, Dad died suddenly one morning. Aneurism. Fucking brutal. By the time she was diagnosed with cancer the following year, she was ready to go. It was bittersweet. I knew she didn’t want to fight, so in the beginning, I was fighting harder for the both of us.”
My heart breaks a little for him. To suffer the loss of his whole family over a period of a few years can’t be anything short of agony.