Beau stared back at me, licked his lips, and said, “I know. I trust you, Lea.”
I groaned and kissed him fiercely, then pulled back and hopped off the bed.
“Wait, w-where are you going?” There was true fear in his voice now, making my chest constrict, and I stroked a soothing hand down his calf.
“Nowhere, sweetheart. You think I’d be able to go five feet from you when I’ve finally got you right where I want you?” I held his uncertain gaze as I slid my shorts down my legs, savoring the strangled gasp that escaped him, the hungry, yearning weight of his eyes on my cock covered in dark blue silk and lace. I slid my fingers an inch beneath the lace as he watched me. “You like this, baby? You like seeing me looking pretty for you?”
“Oh my god,” he choked out. “Yes.” He palmed his dick with one hand, groaning.
I crawled back onto the bed and moved his hand away. “No, that’s mine to play with. I want you to just lie there and be good for me. And you want to be so good for me, don’t you, Beau?”
A whine came from his throat, and he nodded.
“Good boy.” I quickly undid the button and zipper of his jeans, sliding them down his legs, pulling them off, and throwing them over the side of the bed. His cock was right there, just beneath that thin layer of black cotton, and I wrapped my hand around the thick, hot length of him through his boxer briefs.
Beau bucked at the touch, panting loudly in the quiet room,and when I brought my mouth down and licked him through the cotton, he cried out.
“I can’t wait to see you,” I murmured. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined what you look like? How you taste? How you feel? I bet it’s better than anything I could think up.”
“Lea…please,” he begged.
Chuckling against his length, I began to slowly peel away his boxers. Oh, fuck me, his cock was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. I stared hard at it as I dragged his underwear down his legs, unable to get rid of them fast enough.
He was uncut and so hard the crown was peeking past his foreskin and glistening with precum, the base of his shaft nestled in short, tight, dark brown curls.
And fuck me, there were freckles. Not as many as what covered the rest of his body, just a few. But I was dying to get my tongue on them.
My own cock throbbed as an intense arousal flooded me. When I looked up, Beau had his hands over his face.
No, that wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all.
I kissed his cock, then moved up his body until I could grasp his wrists, pulling them away from his face. “I want you to watch me lose my mind over you. Can you do that for me, Beau? Because you’re so damn gorgeous, and I’m about to fall apart down here.”
“Okay,” he said, his deep voice hoarse and strained.
I kissed the tip of his nose. “Good. You’re so good, love.”
I scooted back again until my thighs were caging his legs in and that delicious cock was right where I wanted it. I wrapped my hand around him, eyes darting up to watch as his stomach muscles clenched tightly, then higher to his face. His gaze was riveted to what I was doing, so I gave a few firm, slow strokes up and down, watching as his foreskin pulled back on the downstrokes, making the swollen head poke out even more.
A few drops of precum slid down to pool in the foreskin. “Fuck,” I rasped. I kept stroking him, mesmerized by the way his foreskin moved, the way his thighs began trembling, captivated by his short gasps, hitching moans, quiet whimpers. My body felt like it was overheating, my cock an endless ache between my legs.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I leaned down and slid my tongue along his slit, carefully moving the foreskin down with my hand.
“Lea!” Beau burst out, his hands clutching at my head, fingers trembling.
“That’s it, baby. Hold onto me while I take care of you.” I brushed my thumb reassuringly over his hip bone him before closing my lips over his hard length.
I moaned at the first taste of him, bitter and sweet at the same time, mixed with the intoxicating musk of his arousal. I slid my tongue around the exposed crown, then flattened it along his length as I took him deeper.
Beau was going absolutely crazy above me, little cries leaving his lips with every exhale, his fingers pulling at my hair in a way that was driving me wild. I sucked as I moved back up, and relaxed my throat, taking him deeper every time I moved down. He was so hot and hard and I loved the feel of him in my mouth. Fucking delicious. I splayed one hand across the soft skin of his stomach, moving the other between his legs, gently rolling his balls.
“Fuck,” he panted. I’d never heard him swear like that before, and it only turned me on even more. “Oh,f-fuuuck. Lea. Lea.Lea, I’m g-gonna?—”
My own balls drew up at his frantic cries, at the way every word sounded like it was punched out of him. I pulled off his cock and panted, “Come on, baby. Come in my mouth.” I took him as deep as I could, swallowing around his length. I looked up in time to see Beau’s mouth drop open as his eyes rolled back in his head, his entire body flushed a pretty pink.
He wailed when he came, his body curling forward, his fingers pulling my hair so hard that my own orgasm barreled through me. My vision whited out as I groaned around his cock, grinding my hips into the bed and rolling them through my aftershocks as I sucked down every last drop of Beau’s cum.
When I finally pulled off him, breathing hard, Beau was limp beneath me. He was trembling everywhere, and he looked absolutely wrecked. His eyes were hazy as he stared up at the ceiling, his chest heaving, and a sweeping need to keep him as my own—toneverlet another person see him like this,ever—rocketed through me.