Her jaw drops. “Seriously?”
Our eyes dance; that’s the only way I can explain. I look at her, studying the faint swirl of emerald that tangles with the iris in her left eye. I memorize the shade of blue and liken it to the most perfect sky on the most perfect day. Her lashes flutter as she blinks quickly a few times, and I know it’s my moment to move.
My fingers work down the line of buttons on my chest and with intense eye contact, I shrug off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. She swallows, and my dick aches. My chest swells with pride as she lets her eyes move over every exposed inch of me.
My cock weeps when she studies my nipples–it feels bold and brazen, and I didn’t expect her to really focus on anything. But it’s fucking hot. No part of her is embarassed or ashamed now that this moment is here, and I’m so fucking glad.
I bring my palm to my pec and pat the tattoo. Her eyes climb the sharp edges of my abs, coming up to my chest. She analyzes the tattoo, her head at one point tipping to the side.
For a second, I see a slice of normal us. The Beck and Beau that know each other fully, that are comfortable, and together. I’m trying on an outfit she’s recommended I wear to an event we’re going to together. Dinner, maybe. A show. I don’t know. But this is our room and she’s sitting on our bed, deciding as she slips an earring on, pulling her fingers through her hair after. Us, casual, together.
She reaches out, her fingertips making my nipples hard as she drags them over the inked flesh. “You look like him.”
“That part is just a coincidence.”
She grabs my hand and leads us out of the hall, away from Jett’s room. After setting the monitor down on her coffee table, she motions me to the couch and we sit.
“I was kind of hoping that you’d be the one topless tonight,” I grin, motioning to my bare chest. She smiles, and eyes my Brando again. Her face grows serious, but in a sexy librarian way. Fuck, that is not what I need to do. Think of Beck’s sexy hourglass in a librarian get up. I swallow the lump of horndog lodged in my throat.
She crosses her arms as she reaches for the hem of her tank. “Okay.” With a devious smile, she disappears in a flash of white as she yanks her tank off over her head. Long, honey hair drapes down the front of her Grecian-like body. My nostrils flare as I ask, “can I look?”
Her grin makes me want to wrap my palm around my cock and stroke. “They’re all yours.”
I reach out, hooking a finger in her hair, brushing it aside, one breast at a time.
There in front of me are the best pair of breasts in existence. I actually groan a little when I see them. I may have even licked my lips; I’m not proud.
“Goddamn, Beck,” I pant, shaking my head. “I want to do so many things to you.” I’m talking about her but staring at her tits. They’re fucking bigger out of her shirt. Luscious and full, burnt peanut butter-colored areolas with perfectly pointed tips. As I stare at them, my mouth grows moist, and my lips tingle.
I have to take it slow. I can’t just devour her the moment she takes her shirt off.
But I very much want to.
She reaches out and takes one of my hands, bringing it to rest on the side of her breast. The swell of her full breast is surprisingly warm against my palm, and as I fan my fingers out along her smooth, soft skin, my thumb nears her nipple. I swallow hard as I drag my thumb over the perky nub. My groin fucking burns with how hard I am and how bad I fucking want her.
“Jesus Christ, I feel like Forrest Gump,” I mutter, practically salivating as I watch my thumb flick over her nipple.
She laughs, and I smile up at her, finally tearing my gaze from her breasts. Jesus, am I a complete perv? “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy, I can’t even think straight.”
Her cheeks flush, and I realize she needed to hear that. I give her more truth. “You’re beautiful but so sexy too.” I lick my lips as my thick cock pulses between my flexed thighs. “I want you so bad.”
Her eyes flutter as her chest heaves in slow breaths, the electricity between us charging the air so thick it’s hard to breathe. She takes my other hand and guides it to her other breast, and I swear I flex my abs and hold my stomach tight to divert pressure from my cock. Both of my palms are overflowing with her soft, plump breasts, my thumbs casually teasing her nipples, long blonde hair brushing my fingertips.
It’s fucking cum in your pants worthy.
But she’s likened me to Brando. I gotta live up to it. Besides, I have to show her that Musty Dusty was a fucking loser times a trillion.
“How do they feel?” she whispers, arching a brow erotically.
“Jesus,” I mutter, shaking my head. “That felt like dirty talk.”
She smiles coyly, and my chest reacts. “I guess itkind ofwas because I want you to tell me how they feel.” I like that she talks slowly like she’s cherishing each word like a bite of rich chocolate cake.
“They feel amazing. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And I’m…dying to know.”
The coyness falls away as she cocks a curious brow. “Know what?”
I lean in and taste her lips in a short kiss, both of my hands still caressing her full breasts. My thumbs press harder as they pass over her taut nipples. She moans a little. My cock throbs.“What you taste like.”