My fingers dive into his hair, holding onto him, looking down as he sucks my breast. His gaze doesn’t leave mine, he looks up at me through his lashes. The sensation of his mouth sucking me, the way his tongue flicks and slides along my aching nipple sends warmth directly to my center.
“Beau,” I gasp as my orgasm rushes through me.
He smiles around my breast, lifting his head and mouth from me. “You gonna ride me, darlin’ girl?” he asks, a crooked smile playing his lips.
“Condom?”
He frowns, glancing around the room as if they’re going to appear, then he shrugs one shoulder. “Don’t have any here…”
I think about the repercussions, remembering the women that he mentioned. I open my mouth to deny this moment, no matter how badly my body yearns for more.
I’ve already forgotten the small orgasm that just rushed through me, I want more of him. I want to feel his length buried deep inside of me. My breathing is heavy just thinking about it, thinking about the need that fills me, that begs to be fed.
BEAUMONT
Nothing could prepare me for Hutton in this moment. I don’t just want to be inside of her, I need it. The feeling is so out of this world intense that I feel like I’m going to rip my skin off and go full-on Hulk mode at any fucking second if I don’t get what I need.
“Been tested, often, darlin’,” I rasp, my grip tightening even more against her soft skin.
Her hands are still in my hair and goddamn, I hope they stay there the entire fucking time she rides my cock.
“Beau, I’ve never. That’s not safe, even if you have,” she pants breathlessly.
Shaking my head, I lick my lips as I watch her. “Don’t plan on being with anyone else, Hutton. Only you.”
I watch as she sucks her lips in on an audible gasp. “Beau, you can’t know that.”
My hands move to her ass, I grab hold of her plump flesh and squeeze. “I may not know a lot of shit, Hutton. I’m also no fortune teller, but I know that I want you. That I want this and I want it in a way where I know I’m going to work my ass off to prove to you that this is real.”
Her eyes widen and I know the moment she’s given in. I feel her pussy against the head of my aching dick and without a word she sinks down, taking all of me inside of her warm heat.
I let out a long groan when she’s fully seated on top of me. She starts to move her hands, but I growl.
“Keep your hands in my hair, fuck, but I love your hands in my hair, Hutton.”
Her entire body shivers at the same time her cunt squeezes my cock. I moan, closing my eyes and inhaling a deep breath before letting it out. I’m seconds from coming inside of her. She feels amazing, soft, tight, wet, and warm.
“I need to move,” she breathes.
Grinning, I open my eyes and look directly into hers. “Ride me slow, darlin’ girl. Missed this,” I admit.
“Don’t lie, Beau. Not to me, not now.”
Shaking my head, my fingers flex against her ass. “Never to you, Hutton. Fame brings a lot of shit to your doorstep, but it doesn’t bring a good woman’s warmth, her tenderness, her sweet body.”
Her eyes well with tears. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers, loving the way she tastes, never able to get enough of her. Hutton’s hips jerk, she bucks above me, then as I consume her mouth with my tongue, she consumes my fucking body with hers.
I keep my grip on her ass tight, my fingers assuredly leaving bruises, which I can’t wait to see in the morning light. She moves her body against my own, I grunt in her mouth as she grinds her clit against my pelvis with each downstroke.
Her entire body shivers against my own, her pussy fluttering and I know that she’s close. I want her there. I don’t want to be lost in my own climax when she comes, I want to feel every fucking second of it, but goddamn I’m hanging on by a thread myself.
Just when I think that I’m not going to last, my balls are tight, my back tingling, in that moment, she rips her mouth from mine. I watch in awe as she throws her head back, letting out a long soft cry.
Her body tightens, her back bowed, her tits offered, her nipples tight and her fingers gripping my hair to the point of pain, she comes. Growling, I shift my hands to her waist and I use her body to jack my cock. It only takes three strokes, I yank her down hard, lift my hips, and come deep inside of her.
I’m panting like a fucking sweaty animal, my head leaning back against the couch, not giving a single fuck that I’m out of breath. That was the best orgasm of my entire fucking life. Hutton starts to move, she tries to take her hands from my hair, again.
“Stay,” I order as I open my eyes and look up to her.
“Beaumont.”
“No, stay. Like being inside of you, love your fucking hands in my hair. Lean forward, darlin’ girl, want to feel those gorgeous tits against my chest, too.”
She only hesitates a moment, then leans forward and I sigh with contentment when I feel her tits against my sweat-soaked skin.
Moving my hands from her waist, I use my fingers to glide up and down her spine, which thankfully, causes her to relax a bit more, then she does the same and plays with the strands of my hair.
My eyes close, my body finally relaxing, and far too soon, I fall asleep buried inside of her, both of us tucked away in my home studio.
Chapter Thirteen
HUTTON
Something soft touches my shoulder, then slowly moves down my back until it stops just at my backside. My eyes flutter open and I gasp. I’m lying with my entire front pressed against the seat cushions of a sofa and I’m completely naked. I see a jean-clad hip in my view, along with musical equipment scattered around behind the jeans.
Lifting my eyes, tipping my head back, I look up at the man who is sitting next to me. He grins down at me, his eyes soft and his smile lazy. I let out a sigh, biting the corner of my lip. Wrinkling my nose, I wonder how I’m naked and he’s completely dressed.
His fingers dance down my spine, stopping at the top of my ass, right where his lips were when I woke up.
“Good morning, beautiful,” his husky voice murmurs.
“How late is it?” I ask, trying not to open my mouth too wide when I talk, I’m sure my breath is awful.
Beaumont shifts his hand, his fingers tucking some of my wild hair behind my ear. I don’t move, my body too tense to even attempt to shift around, my eyes too focused on him and his movements.
“It’s eight. Figured you needed to get to your salon soon, otherwise I would have let you sleep.”
“How are you already awake?” I ask.
My brows furrow. I don’t think that he slept much last night. At least I slept for a few hours before I found him in here playing his guitar alone.
“I only slept about an hour before I woke up and started working on lyrics. I don’t have control of when they come, sometimes they just appear.”
“You’re going to be exhausted later,” I state as I grab onto a pillow, shoving it beneath my naked breasts as I attempt to sit up without showing him every square inch of my body, again.
Beaumont shakes his head, his lips twitching as he reaches for the pillow. Before I can stop him, he wrenches it from my body. His eyes skirting over my naked flesh before they lift to meet my own.