I raise my hands to cover myself, though between the top and bottom, I’m not sure where to put them. Beau reaches forward, wrapping his fingers around my wrists and tugs my hands down so that I can’t even attempt to shield myself from his eyes.
“Gorgeous, you rode my cock last night better than any other woman on earth, and I watched every fucking second. Know what you look like.” He grins without the good sense to show any shame at all.
I feel my face heat and judging by the way his lips turn up into a lazy smile, again, he notices how red my face has undoubtedly turned. He leans forward, his lips touching mine. I keep mine closed, choosing to breathe out of my nose because there is no way in hell I’m going to breathe my morning breath on him.
“Never hide this from me, Hutton. All of you is simply beautiful.”
I should call him on his lie, considering I’m pretty certain he’s had sex with all those famous women he’s been seen with, plus countless others he’s met. I have nothing close to a model’s body, nor will I ever.
“Beaumont. I’m not…” I shake my head. His hand cups my cheek, forcing my head to straighten and look directly into his dark eyes.
“You’re more than you realize, Hutton. You’re real and beautiful, breathtaking. You’re mine and that makes you the most desirable woman on earth. Don’t attempt to compare yourself to someone else, not ever again.”
My lips tremble, my morning breath issues completely forgotten as I stare into those glittering dark eyes of his. Pressing my lips together, I wonder if he’s blowing smoke, or telling me the truth. I want to believe him, but I’ve seen the women, the perfect women.
“Never compare yourself, darlin’ girl,” he breathes right before his mouth slams down against mine.
I moan, accepting his kiss, then again when his tongue slides inside of my mouth. Lifting my hands from my sides, I wrap my fingers around his shoulders and hold on to him. Breaking the kiss, I drop my head back as his lips move down my throat, finding the hollow again and sucking.
“I want to fuck you again,” he announces. I want him too, every single inch of him. “But this time I want you on your knees for me.” His voice is raspy, husky.
A shiver rolls over my entire body and I nod, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. I watch as he stands from the sofa, his chin dipping down to the floor in front of us.
Sliding off of the cushion, I sink down to my knees, but I don’t do exactly what he wants, the minute he wants it. Instead, I reach forward and tug the top button of his jeans free.
Lifting my gaze to his, I look up at him from beneath my lashes as I slowly slide the zipper of his jeans down. Instantly, his fingers slide through my hair toward the back of my head, gripping me tightly.
Tugging his jeans past his hips, over his ass and down to his ankles, I’m not surprised to see that he’s gone commando again. Lifting one hand, I wrap my fingers around the base of his length and lean forward, my lips just touching the tip in a barely-there kiss.
“If you want to tease me, just remember I’ll do it better,” he says with a smirk.
I don’t even have to think about his words. I don’t want him to tease me. I want him uncontrolled, wild, and as needy as I have been since the first time he touched me. Opening my mouth, I take as much of him inside of me as I can.
Keeping my eyes on his, I bob my head, sucking, licking, playing him as my hand strokes his base. His fingers tighten in my hair, and just when I’m starting to really get into a rhythm, he tugs my head back, his dark eyes focusing on mine as his chest moves up and down with his panting breaths.
His jaw is clenched and I watch as a muscle jumps in his cheek. “My turn to take over, Hutton. Open that pretty mouth of yours,” he demands.
Blinking once, I do as he asks, opening my mouth for him. He doesn’t say another word as he slowly sinks down my throat. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to dive too deep, his eyes never leaving mine as he begins to fuck my mouth.
Moving my hand from the base of his dick, I slide both of my palms around the backs of his thighs and hold on to him. It’s mesmerizing, watching him fuck me, seeing the way his nostrils flare. His fingers still hold my hair in their tight grip, his jaw clenched, his eyes almost liquid.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Your mouth. Fucking heaven, darlin’ girl,” he mutters.
I can’t hold back the moan at his compliment. He sinks down my throat as far as he can one more time before he completely pulls out of me. His hand falls from my hair and I catch myself before I fall as I become slightly off-balance without him to anchor me.
“On your hands, tip your hips. I need to be inside of you now,” he announces as he kicks his jeans off and to the side.
He starts to walk behind me and I’m a bit disappointed when I’m unable to see him take his shirt off, especially when the fabric goes flying across the room in my peripheral vision. Placing my hands on the floor in front of me, I tip my hips, anxious to feel him at this angle.
I whimper when two fingers slide through my center. “Sore?” he rasps.
Looking over my shoulder, I catch his eyes as he lifts them from where his fingers are pressed against my clit to meet my gaze. “Yeah,” I exhale.
“Good.”
“Good?” I ask, arching a brow.
He smirks, it’s so cocky, so damn cocksure, but just so him as well. He leans forward, the head of his dick pressing against my entrance.
“Yeah, good,” he repeats. “Want you to remember who was inside of you, who you belong to.”
“Belong?” I breathe.
I definitely should not like that word, that meaning as much as I do.
With one swift motion, he buries himself deep inside of me. One of his hands moving to grip my bruised hip. The other slides up my spine, wrapping in the back of my hair a place that I notice he frequents often, and I don’t mind one bit.
He tugs on my hair, forcing my head back. Willingly I arch, tipping my hips even more, as I look at him upside down.
He leans forward, his lips brushing mine. “Fucking beautiful, Hutton. Every damn piece of you,” he rasps against my mouth.
I sigh against his lips, loving the words he says and feeling whole with him nestled deep inside of me. If I could freeze a moment in time, revisit it often, this would be it. This moment, this feeling, this—everything.
BEAUMONT
Something fills me. I’m not sure what it is, but fuck, it’s magnificent. Pulling out of her tight pussy, I sink back inside, groaning when I bottom out again. Hutton isn’t like any other woman I’ve ever been with, or maybe she is and I’m the changed one. I’m not sure, but it doesn’t matter, not now that I have her and everything finally feels fucking right in the world.
I finally feel right.
At peace.
Calm.
I also feel goddamn creative and that’s something that I haven’t been in a hell of a long time. I only had one new song written, and I showcased it at the concert, but nothing else has come from me or to me, until last night. Hutton does something to every single part of me from the inside out.
Gripping her hair and her hip tighter, I slam against her ass again, loving the way her flesh moves with each thrust of my hips. I hear her whimper just as I feel her pussy flutter.