“I thought we were going to have wild sex,” I admit breathlessly as he tastes the column of my neck, making me shiver in anticipation.
“Do you want wild sex, Beck?” he’s all smoky as he brings his lips back to mine, kissing me before idling over me, waiting for my answer.
I love the weight of his chest pressing against me. I love the dull ache he puts between my legs with just his words. And the way he always knows how to make me happy? I love it.
“No,” I admit, my voice just a whisper.
He swings his hips, slowly rocking back between my legs, filling my pussy with every perfect inch of himself, making my ovaries ache.
“Can you cum like this? Slow?” he asks, peppering soft kisses along my cheekbone, then ear and neck.
I never had the chance to before. Dustin was more of a jackhammer type of guy. And even though I can’t say for certain that Icandue to experience, I nod because… I don’t think there’s a single way for Beau to move his long, perfect pink cock inside me and his thumb on my clit that wouldn’t shatter me into a million beautiful, shimmering orgasmic pieces.
“Yes,” I pant, “withyou,I can.”
His eyes lock to mine, and they stay that way for the next few minutes while he fucks me in leisurely, soul-twisting, life-changing strokes. I can feel his pulse coursing through his body; I can taste his sweat when he brings his mouth to mine. When his heavy balls press to my bare ass, my pussy seizes around his cock, loving how he feels that deep inside me.
When he drops a wide palm to my forehead, stroking hair back, his thumb smoothing down the bridge of my nose, I know I’m toast.
His eyes capture mine and we don’t kiss. We don’t talk dirty. He strokes in and out of me until he doesn’t, and when that one rough, solid groan bubbles from his lips, I know he’s going to cum.
And his orgasm draws out mine. Seizing around him, my pussy pulses so hard I actually can’t catch my breath. I press my chest into him as my spine attempts to curl, but is kept straight by his frame over me.
He takes my lips, keeping our mouths together as he gives all of himself to me in wild ripples of warmth. And when we’ve both clenched and groaned and moaned our way past the finish line, he finally releases my lips.
He’s already said big things to me, and for a second I wonder if there’s more. Instead, he grins. “Stop seducing me with your big, hot tits so we can get Jetpack and check out the studio then check out my place” He waggles his eyebrows again. “I can’t wait.”
“Let’s check out your place first,” I say, because after he just took me like that, I want more Beau and seeing his place would fill my soul.
He doesn’t mention the comment about moving in with him again, and I don’t bring it up.
Things are good how they are.
19
Beau
“We need to talk.”
Why did he want me to know Gerald Horsach, the biggest piece of shit alive? I still can’t figure it out. I know my father loved me, so I’m not questioning that. But what purpose does it serve me knowing that I am not really a Burns, not in the true sense? My dad wouldn’t have wanted me to go down the mental trip I’ve been on for over a year, but how the fuck could I not?
And why am I thinking about this shit?
Because Beck and I are apart.
When we’re together, when I’m with her and Jett, it’s as if that news isn’t real. I remember my dad fondly, and I focus all of myself on them because they make me feel so fucking good.
I don’t pay for anything grand, I haven’t swept Beck off her feet, and I certainly haven’t made any grand gestures, but still, she somehow makes me feel like I’ve done all those things for them.
She and Jett are coming to my place tonight. To sleep over.
Things are really picking up for us, and I am so fucking happy. I don’t let myself think about what my life would be like if Rebecca Reid’s air conditioner never crapped out. It’s too terrifying to ponder.
We decided instead of both of us going to get Jett, she’d walk over and pack things up, and I’d go grab the infant car seat from her car, put it in mine, drive over and get them, then drive them back to Beck’s. Then we’d pack a few things together. I’m pretty interested in seeing what it takes for little Jetpack to travel.
After parking next to Beck’s car in her driveway, I quickly look up a YouTube video specific to the model of car seat she owns. I asked her the brand. She kind of looked at me like I was crazy but… I’m not taking any fucking chances.
Using her keys, I pop open her car and get a halfie right there just from smelling her. All sweet and clean andmine. Unlocking all the doors, I slide into the back and unclip the base in its various locations.