CHAPTER NINETEEN
BEAUX
This was our second date. Felt more like our fifth if you included all the times I’d seen her.
We were well past the point of me hiding exactly what I wanted from her, what I wanted to give her, what I wanted to do to her. Not that I’d done such a bang up job of keeping it a secret from her since the moment we met at the restaurant, but slow was no longer in my vocabulary or on my agenda.
I had her for the night, and I had an early team meeting. I planned to use every single second I had available to my complete advantage, so when Paige said yes, I took her hand in my mine, guided her toward the stairs, and led her straight to my room, only taking a quick detour to show her the bathroom in case she needed it.
I went to the other bathroom, rinsed the taste of chicken and garlic off my breath and was entering my bedroom when Paige was coming out of the master bath.
She paused, gaze taking in the room, which wasn’t really much. I loved my house, loved how Shannon had helped me decorate it. A lot of white and gray, a lot of straight lines, and a lot more macho artwork and worthless knickknacks than I cared about on the shelves downstairs, but it all looked good and that was all I cared about.
My bedroom, though, was my domain. All over one of my bedroom walls were photographs and framed newspaper articles of my teams and my accomplishments over the years. I didn’t keep them to give myself a big head.
I kept them to remind me of where I came from. How I could lose it all if I wasn’t the guy I was trying to be.
I kept them framed and displayed so every morning I woke up, even if I didn’t feel like hauling my ass to the gym or wanted to do nothing but drink a case of beer and lay around, I had motivation to go out and continue striving to be better.
Still, I hadn’t brought a woman to my home since I moved to Raleigh, and the fact that Paige was staring at that wall looking awed, made me self-conscious.
I wasn’t used to people questioning me unless I already knew the answer I planned to give them. With Paige, I was learning that not everything could be scripted.
Women didn’t come with a playbook you could memorize with enough study sessions.
She turned to me as I stepped into the room. “You’re impressive.”
I gripped my T-shirt at the back of my neck and ripped it off my head, moving toward her and flinging the shirt to the floor. “Am I?”
Her eyes dropped, trailed my body and her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. “Um.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I reached for her and my hands went to her hips. She was wearing short, navy blue shorts and an off-white top but all I could think about was everything beneath it.
I’d had my hands on her before. Felt like it’d been forever, but that night at the park was a bit wild, way too rushed, and I needed her stripped and exposed to me. All of her — her heart and her body.
“Look at me.” Her gaze came straight to mine. “I’m going to undress you and you’re going to get on the bed. And then you’re not going to come until I say you can.”
I shot her a warning look, one daring her to argue with me but instead, she reached up to her hair and removed the clip that was there holding back her bangs. Chunks of her chocolate colored hair fell forward and she brushed it back, tossing her clip onto my nightstand.
“Then you should probably get started.”
Her body was trembling beneath my hands as I slid them up the sides of her body. My thumbs brushed over her breasts, teasing her. But I didn’t remove my gaze from hers. I wanted to see every reaction she gave me, every little panted breath and I wanted to see her eyes go hazy as I turned her on.
“Ready?”
She nodded. Barely. “Only as long as I can undress you, too.”
“We’ll see,” I whispered, moving in so our bodies were pushed together. She smelled like springtime and flowers. A light perfume scent that drove me crazy as soon as I pressed my lips to hers. I parted her lips with my tongue and slid inside, tasting the cavern of her mouth while she clung to me, hands at my sides, chilled fingers pressing against my ribs.
My skin burned with need to have her, my dick hard as a rock. She pressed into me, and I was done.
The mewled sounds she made, the neediness in her breath spurned me on. I slid my hands to the hem of her shirt, pushed it up and only pulled away to remove it from her and then my hands were at her back, unfastening her bra. I didn’t pay attention to color. Satin, lace, cotton…made no damn difference to me. I wanted us flesh to flesh, heat to heat.
My hands went to the button of her shorts and she reached for my jeans.
Mine were unzipped.
I pushed down her shorts, along with her underwear.
Then I was kicking off my jeans and she was stepping out of her shorts. Clothes were a puddle on the floor and my hands were at her waist, lifting her and guiding her to my bed. I shoved back the sheets, pushed aside the pillows and settled her right where I wanted her.
On my bed. Naked. Splayed out and completely bare. It was all my fantasies over the last month come to real life.
“Damn,” I said, running my hand down the center of her chest. I kneeled back on my knees, draped her legs over mine.
She was tan. Lean. Beautiful small breasts because I didn’t care about size. Just that I wanted her and I wanted to know every inch of her skin.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, watching her reaction. My hand spanned her stomach, moved to her hips.
Goose bumps flared on her sensitive skin but it was her face that turned me on more. Flushed cheeks. Parted lips. Half-lidded eyes. She licked her lips, arched into me.
I pushed her hips into the mattress and leaned over her. “Stay still.”
“I can’t.”
“You’ll try if you want to come soon.”
I sealed my command with a kiss, ravishing her mouth before I pulled her hands down to her sides and held them in mine.
Beneath me, she spasmed and trembled, muscles tightening while I explored her throat, her chest. I flicked her nipples with my tongue, sucked them into my mouth, and her body went taut from the strain of trying to listen.
“Beaux,” she whimpered. “Please. Please.”
“God, you’re beautiful. So creamy and sweet everywhere.” I was at her stomach, doing exactly what I wanted, tasting every inch of her while I had her confined and restrained. She was splayed open, draped over my thighs and with my hands on her wrists holding her still, she looked so damn fucking vulnerable, my dick was rock hard with the need to slide inside of her.
I forced myself to wait and trailed my tongue down the center of her stomach, moving to her hips, tasting her soft, so fucking soft, and sensitive skin.
She bucked against me wildly, the scent of her almost overwhelming my need to take this slow.
“God damn. So fucking perfect.” I moved further down, draped her legs over my shoulders and pushed her wide open and for a moment, I did nothing but stare at her. I looked up at her face to see she was watching me, cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, lips parted.
Spectacular.
“You going to watch while I eat you?” I asked.
“Give me my hands, I want to touch you.”
“I like you restrained. Makes everything more powerful.”
“If it’s any more powerful, I’m going to have a heart attack.”
Challenge accepted. I grinned. “Let’s see if I can do that.”
“Beaux—”
But the rest of her words were lost because I slid my tongue through her center, humming against her pussy and flicking her folds, finding her clit. Swollen and hot, it throbbed against my tongue, showing me how close she already was.
Fucking delicious. She tasted like her perfume, sweet and so damn delicious I’d just found my new daily dessert.
Her hips thrust up, meeting me while I devoured her. I teased her clit, pushed my tongue inside her, and none of it was enough. I needed more. All of her. Her walls pulsed and trembled, her thighs were quivering, but fuck I wanted to draw this out, make it the best she ever had.
Her pleasured sounds echoed in my ears. Yes. Yes. So close. Damn. Please. More. Beaux. Please.
All that begging, so damn beautiful coming from her, I stopped wasting time.
I let go of one of her hands and pushed two fingers into her. Fuck, she was tight. Hot. So damn wet, my fingers glistened as I eased them in and out of her.
I focused my mouth on her clit, swirling and flicking, finding the rhythm that made her claw at the sheets and I pulled back, just enough to watch her.
“Come, Paige. Give it to me.”
“Yes!” she shouted. I dipped back down to her clit, fucking her relentlessly with my fingers and as soon as I sucked her clit into my mouth, biting gently, she came apart, shattered into what sounded like a thousand pieces, her pussy clamping around my fingers.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait for that to be my dick.
She was still quaking from aftershocks when I moved to the bedside. I shoved off my underwear, grabbed a condom from the side table and was tearing it open with my teeth when I climbed back on to her.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, brushing her hair off her face and smiling lazily at me. “That was insane.”
I rolled the condom on, squeezing the tip of my cock. I was so damn close to coming I needed some pain to take the edge off.
“We’re not done yet, either.”
I winked and then my hands went to her hips, flipping her over and pulling her up. “Grab the headboard,” I said. “I need to explore the rest of you.”
Her head fell, and she looked at me over her shoulder. “I don’t know if I can take much more.”
“You can. I have faith.” To prove it, I leaned down and ran my tongue up her spine. I brushed her hair over her shoulder to give me an unhindered view of her and it was there I saw a small little birthmark at the edge of her right shoulder.
I kissed her there, eyes on her as she shivered and arched back against me.
“Ready?” I asked, bending over her and running my dick through her still drenched folds.
Fuck. This was going to be hard and fast. No way was I going slowly once I was in her. I wanted my hands on her ass, on her hips.
“Yeah,” she whispered. She was still panting. Eyes barely able to stay open.
I’d let her rest soon.
“Hold on tight, then, honey. I’m going to sink inside you and lose all control.”
She dropped her head and her fingers tightened around the top slat of my headboard.
I went back to kissing her shoulders, her quivering arms as she held on. I pushed my dick through her center again, gathering her moisture and then I was sliding my hands down her hips, lining myself up.
And I fucking slammed home so harshly her back bowed and her head threw back, brown sheets of hair flying all over the place.
“Beaux!” she cried out.
I shoved deep inside her, bottoming out and my balls slapping against her. “Fuck. Yes.”
“Move,” she groaned when I stayed there, her cunt clenching and pulsing around my thickness, like she’d never been so full. I gave her another moment to adjust to my size and pulled out.
The need to release burned in my spine, heating my lower back, but I still forced myself to focus on her.
With one hand I held on to her hip, and the other moved to her front, back to her still swollen bundle of nerves, and then I moved.
I propelled my hips against her, the sounds of flesh slapping and her moans and my grunts filled the room.
It was perfect. She gave herself to me freely, so damn wildly and unhindered. She was the kind of woman who would allow me to do whatever I wanted with her body.
I’d had weeks of planning fantasies. They rushed through my mind, burned into my brain while I thrust into her, until I felt her orgasm begin to take her over.
I pulled out.
“Beaux!” I flipped her to her back and then I was over her, needing to see her face when she came. I needed her to see what she was doing to me. I pushed back inside of her, gripping her hip, falling to an elbow, so damn close to her.
Her legs went to my hips and she rocked against me, taking as much as she was giving, and hell if a woman chasing her own orgasms wasn’t the sweetest thing ever.
“Come,” I grunted, “Come with me, Paige.”
I adjusted, hit her in her sweet spot, and her hands came to my arms. Nails dug in, clinging to me while she orgasmed and I moved, hips slapping hers once. Twice. Three more times before the tightness of her gripped my cock and refused to let go.
I settled balls deep inside of her and shoved my face into her throat, groaning her name as I came deep inside of her.