Chapter 19
Lie
Camille
If last night was a 'grudge-fuck' … what the heck is this?
I didn't know. But, as Beau's tongue lapped at the crotch of my panties, I found myself not caring. Call it a fling. Call it a two night stand. Call us friends with benefits. Or were we enemies with benefits?
Hell, I didn't care. I was perfectly happy and content with being in the moment.
And in that very moment? Beau's tongue was god-like; his desire for me was raw, his thirst unquenchable. He hadn't even bothered to take my panties off—instead he just lapped his tongue at my lace panties until they were completely soaked through. Through those drenched panties, I could then feel all of his tongue-muscle, wet and gentle but firm and confident, as he lavished my pussy with a lover's keen attention to the peaks and valleys of pleasure.
The deep moans bubbled right out of my throat. “Fuck, Beau!”
I grabbed a tight fistful of his bed sheets. He hadn't even taken my panties off, and yet I was embarrassingly close to coming already.
A quake began to tremble in my pelvis. Beau's tongue focused on my lengthening clit, swirling his wet lips and tongue all over me until the mounting pressure threatened to boil over.
I was teetering over the edge. And then he gave me the shove I needed.
He wedged his thick finger under my panties and pushed into my wetness.
“Fuck, Beau!” I wailed hoarsely, “I'm coming!”
My hips rumbled and shook as Beau slurped at my clit and finger-fucked me into orgasm. I thrashed violently, arms and legs pounding into the mattress, as Beau coaxed one wave of ecstasy after another from my core. He had me surfing the crest of each wave, coming again and again, and for a minute I thought it might never end.
That was a feeling no other man had ever even come close to getting out of me.
Gently, Beau began to slow and help me return to my senses. My body was numb, my nerves tingling, and I basked in the perfect glowing brightness of my orgasm.
“Beau,” I panted, barely able to speak. “Beau. Wow. Oh, wow. That was—yeah.”
He climbed to my side, but still he kept his palm cupped to my pussy; not to stroke me, but to keep my heat and soothe me instead. His other hand stroked the hair out of my face.
“You look so hot right now, Cammy,” he said, looking awed. “Beautiful.”
I shied away. “Beau …”
“I mean it. Your cheeks are all blushed and you look so happy.”
Tenderly, he stroked my cheek. But I knew how dirty he liked it.
“… I can smell myself on your fingers,” I told him with a devious bite of my lip.
His features darkened, like he were possessed by the lust I held over him. He put his finger near my mouth. Dutifully, I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked my juices off his finger.
“God damn,” he groaned. “How do you taste?”
“So good,” I whimpered.
“Fuck, you turn me on so bad, baby.”
He yanked at his shirt, his buttons popping off without a care, and he threw the ruined item aside. His pants and boxers came off next, and then he was naked. His cock was huge, somehow longer and girthier than I remembered it from last night.
Before he could climb back into the bed, I met him at the side of the mattress. I grabbed his dick and pulled him, studying the big, pretty penis I held in my hands. A wet, shiny trail of pre-cum trickled from his opening and ran down his shaft. As I tugged him, more pre-cum flowed and ran from his head like water streaming down a rugged mountain.
Mm.
I couldn't wait anymore. I ran my tongue up his shaft, indulging in the sweet taste of his excitement. When I'd slurped up the last drop of it, I whimpered with disappointment.
“Don't worry babe. There's more of that.”
Beau clenched on to a fistful of my hair as I plunged my lips down his manhood. His smell, his taste filled me. Although sucking last night him had both excited and disgusted me—tonight, having the hockey star buried in my throat only brought me a carnal rush of satisfaction.
Beau's moans and groans brought untold pleasure to me. I wanted him to blow his load all over my face, just like he had last night. But with a roar, he pulled out from between my cheeks and turned me around, bending me over at the waist and positioning me exactly how he wanted me—doggy-style.
“I have to fuck you,” he growled as he mounted me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and gently tugged as he entered me from behind.
“Aaaooh,” I moaned deeply as his tip slowly parted my folds. “Ohmygod.”
“Yesss,” he hissed, pulling back out. “You're so wet and hot, baby.”
“Fuck me harder,” I whimpered, trying to thrust my tightness down him—
But he spanked me and held me in place with his hands tight around my waist.
“Bad girl.”
“Why?” I mewled.
“Don't move an inch,” he said quietly, sternly. “I want to take my time. I want you to want every inch.”
His words only made me hotter, wetter—and now I needed him more than ever. Impatiently, I arched my back, hoping to make myself irresistible to him.
He grabbed two handfuls of my ass, and spread me apart. “So nice.”
I held my breath and focused on Beau's big, solid presence as he slowly tunneled inside me.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned breathlessly. “Oh my God that's good, Beau.”
Beau gave me just a bit more depth than he had before—and then he pulled out again.
All the way out—leaving me feeling disappointed, abandoned.
But then he pushed back in again.
And he always gave me just a bit more.
And he began to pump just a bit faster, just a bit harder.
And I began to test my limits to see what I could get away with:
I met him with a bit of resistance as he entered me.
I gave a small swivel of my hips as he pushed deeper, treating his length to a corkscrew of my walls.
I clenched my inner muscles on him, refusing to let him pull out without first winning a friction-filled struggle.
All these things struck at his willpower, his vitality and stamina.
All these things made him grunt gasp and growl as he struggled not to fuck me hard and dirty.
All these things tilted the balance in my favor—until, finally, Beau couldn't contain himself anymore.
“You bad girl!” he roared, and his open-palm came down on my ass, hard. “I told you I wanted to fuck you slow!”
I buried my face against the bed and stuck my ass high in the air to tease him, to tempt him.
“Sorry!” I whimpered, even though we both knew I wasn't sorry at all.
Beau jealously grabbed two handfuls of my ass and gave it to me.
Finally!
He pushed in, all the way, all of him, finally.
He pulled out and slammed himself back in—hard, powerful, unrelenting.
“Yes!” I shrieked.
He filled me, stretched me, used me.
His hands obsessively ran up and down my fishnets.
He grunted louder as he slammed his cock deeper into me.
His hips and thighs clapped against my rear as he fucked me harder, faster.
“Yes, yes, yes! Harder!”
Beau gave me everything I wanted—and then he gave me a little extra.
My eyes went wide when I felt a presence at my rear: his finger. Gently, he circled the rim of my ass, implicitly asking me for permission.
I'd never had anybody put anything in there. But Beau had boiled me down to my basest desires, and reduced me to such a moaning panting horny mess, that all inhibitions went out the window.
And as his finger glided around my rear, the sensation grew surprisingly welcome. I relaxed for him, begging him to enter me with my moans of encouragement. “Mm-hm!”
Because if he wanted it? I wanted it twice as bad.
Beau pushed his finger gently into my ass.
“Yes!” I howled, shoving my weight against him and forcing him to fill both my holes.
In and out, he drilled me, grunting wildly.
“Oh my God!” I bellowed, stuffed, stuffed like I'd never been before.
His huge dick began to feel impossibly bigger, bloated and swollen. I knew he was close. The thought of his champion cum shooting inside me triggered a primal rush—and my grip on him tightened, my muscles ratcheting higher, until I squeezed him inside me like I wouldn't ever let him go.
“I'm coming, Beau! I'm coming so fucking hard!”
I didn't want him to pull out. I didn't want him to stop finger-fucking my ass, either.
The climax broke over me, and I spasmed on Beau wildly. My legs thrashed against the mattress, tremors rippling through my body—and then I felt Beau begin to tremble himself.
“Ur-urrrrggh!” he groaned.
I felt Beau's deep pulses, his rapid throbbing, as his big cock shot his seed inside me. We thrust against each other, refusing to stop, making him fill me with pump after pump of his cream.
When we finally ground to a halt, a frothy mix of our juices dribbled down the inside of my thighs.
I collapsed to the mattress, and Beau's great weight followed. He laid on top of me, making me feel so snug and perfect and content.
***
“Holy fuck,” Beau panted a few minutes later.
We laid side by side.
“Yeah,” I agreed, just as breathlessly.
“And I thought last night was hot.”
I ran my fingers through the dense smattering of hair between his sexy pecs. “You're a dirty boy, Beau.”
He smirked. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I've never let a guy play with my ass. That's twice now you've broken new ground with me.”
“Heat of the moment kind of thing,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “Hope I didn't go too far.”
I tried to fight my smile off, but it was hopeless.
“You liked it, though, didn't you,” he said, giving my shoulders a playful shake.
“Loved it, actually,” I finally admitted. “But don't get your hopes up. A finger's okay. But nothing more. You're too big for anything else to go in there.”
Beau laughed. “Fair.”
He hugged me tight, and I gave a happy sigh to be in his strong, sweaty arms.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours. We didn't have to say a word. We just basked in each other's warmth and soaked in all the bliss we'd just created together.
There was something else we'd created together, though. Something I tried to ignore.
A voice in the back of my head shouted, and this is why you don't sleep with people unless you care about them!
Because, as much as I didn't want to admit it, that was a personal rule of mine for a reason. I knew how easy it was to get unreasonably attached to a guy once you'd let him in. Once you'd kissed him, and you knew the pleasure of your tongues dancing together? Once you let him between your thighs, and you sensed his intimate, throbbing arousal inside you?
Something happened.
Something animal, something biological—whatever it was, something happened.
I thought I was strong enough to fight it off. But the truth was, Beau fucked the gooey, sappy emotions right into me. With his big, thick, perfect penis. The penis that I now wanted all to myself, and the idea of it ever entering any other woman filled me with a jealous rage.
I felt like smacking my head.
Because now—as we lay in bed, both of us glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the smells of hot flesh and salty fluids all around us—the veil was lifted. And I knew that no matter how much I lied to myself, I couldn't separate sex and feelings. I couldn't just fuck Beau because he happened to be great at hockey and let him walk away and feel nothing over it.
But I'd told myself that I could do exactly that—and that was a ruse, a lie. That was just my body's way of luring me into bed with him. Sometimes, your body can be like an animal with a mind, and urges, all of its own. Something in me craved a man like Beau—powerful, imposing, aggressive—and it'd do anything to have him. Again and again. Beau filled some irrational animal need that I would never understand with my rational mind.
Not to say I regretted this moment with him; not at all.
But as I stared at him, his softly-shut eyelids, and ran my fingers over his jaw, his chin, his incredibly handsome facial features … I felt so sad that now I had to let him go. I'd had my turn with him, and now some other women would, too.
Plenty of other women, by the sounds of it.
Sure enough, before long, I noticed that Beau had slipped into the habit of checking the time on the alarm clock.
“Do you have to be somewhere?” I asked him.
“Our curfew's at midnight. Which means Hunter has to come back here.”
Which meant we only had a few precious minutes together—and I'd have to leave soon.
My heart sank, and I hoped it didn't show. I buried my face against his shoulder and nodded.
“So what is your team doing tomorrow?” I asked, trying to focus on anything else.
“We're on a road trip. Tomorrow, it's up to Boston. From there, we head to Toronto, then Montreal,” he trailed off.
“Oh … sounds busy.”
“Yeah. Life of an athlete.”
His tone suggested he'd already grown bored. He probably wanted me out of his room just as badly as I wanted to stay. I sat up so I could dress and get out of his hair, but—
Beau surprised me again.