by Lena Lucas
And still I couldn’t say shit.
Fuck.
“And that’s that, I guess.” She shrugged and started taking the apron off. She set it on the table, smoothing her hands down her thighs after the fact, a nervous act I picked up on. “Thank you, Beau. For everything. Especially for listening to me.” I could see how fast her pulse beat beneath her ear. “And it’s almost a relief to not have you say anything in return. I think that’s what I feared the most, you verbally saying how you didn’t want me, or at least not for anything more than… yeah,” she said and cleared her throat, her cheeks turning pink.
I knew she was referring to the sexual attraction and heat that moved between us. Christ, I thought, hating that she felt this way and it was all because of me.
She lifted her eyes and stared into mine, and a suspended moment passed where I opened and closed my mouth. Fuck, what was wrong with me? The woman of my dreams, the girl I was so madly in love with there would never be another for me, had just confessed her love. And I stood here like a fucking idiot not able to form a word in response.
“I’ll see you later,” she said in a voice that she tried to make strong, but I heard the defeat laced in the undertones.
She turned to leave, but I only allowed her a few steps before my body kicked into overdrive and everything in me demanded I go to Wellsie and claim her, to be just as honest with her as she was with me. My steps were fast, my purpose determined, and when I reached out and gripped her hand, stopping her, forcing her to turn and look at me with a surprised expression on her face, something deep and primal roared out of me.
“I love you, Wellsie,” I growled, my voice harsh, kind of distorted, which I didn't think too hard on. Right now I felt like a fucking caveman about to claim my prize. “I’ve been in love with you for so long. I knew the moment I saw you, there would be no other woman for me.” I wanted her to know all of it. Everything, and so I just told her, spit it all out, bared my heart and soul, and knew that I could never let her go. “Because all I want is you. Only you. I’ve never dated anyone else. I’ve never been with anyone else.” Her sharp intake of breath was a pleasure to hear and I heard another deep sound leave me in response. “I could never bring myself to touch another woman because she wouldn’t be you.” I used the hold on her hand to turn her around even more.
I stepped in closer, my body so much bigger than hers, so much more powerful and masculine. It made the male part of me rise up even more. I wanted to be her protector always.
“You love me?” Her voice was whisper thin and all I could do was nod.
Neither one of us said anything for long seconds and then she took a step closer. “I love you so much I can’t even imagine being happy without you by my side.” I lifted my free hand and was about to push a strand of hair off her cheek but stopped myself right before I made contact.
“No,” she whispered. “Touch me, Beau. Please,” she gasped, and I groaned.
I didn't care about where we were, that we’d just admitted emotions that stemmed from deep in our heart. I didn't care that I should take things slow, wine and dine her, show her off because I was proud as fuck to have her as mine.
I didn't care about any of that stuff right now because the only thing that reverberated in my body, in my mind, was to show her with my body how she was mine and I was hers.
5
Beau
And I did touch her.
I groaned roughly, knowing she wasn't going to stop this. Knowing I wasn’t going to fucking stop this. Every single part of me roared to cement this, make her mine in any way I could.
Make this a reality.
I pushed that piece of hair off her shoulder, let my fingers skate along her cheek, her skin so soft I felt my body tingle in response.
More.
I slid my hands down her arms, moved the tips of my fingers along her palms, and then curled them around the soft flesh of her hip, pulling her closer to me, letting her chest brush along mine. The soft sound Wellsie made had my hips rolling in erotic pleasure, as if I had zero control over myself.
And when she made another soft, sweet sound from this simple touch alone, I knew when I made her climax she’d give me euphoria.
“Beau,” she whisper-moaned, and I lowered my focus to her mouth, watching as her plush, pink lips parted. I was on autopilot right now, not thinking, just letting instinct take control. And so, before I knew what I was doing, I had her lifted off the ground and placed her luscious ass right on that stainless steel table that we’d made macarons on.
I might have no sexual experience, but I knew what I wanted with Wellsie and it was so fucking filthy it would make her blush.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from her mouth, and when she licked her lips a groan was ripped from me. The images of what I wanted her to do with that mouth played over and over again in my head.
Mouth stretched wide to accommodate my thickness and length. Cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on me with fervor. Eyes trained up at me because she knew it got me off to stare at her as she had my cock in her mouth.
Christ.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here,” I said honestly, surprised I’d been so candid in this moment. I stared into her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t be aware of what I was referring to, but she would because I wanted her to know. “But I’m dying to taste you, Wellsie.” Her name was a deep vibration from the center of my chest. She was panting by this point, but hell so was I.
“Beau,” she moaned again but started to shift on top of the table, spreading her legs wider and allowing me to step between them.
I moved my mouth to her ear and ran my tongue along the shell, feeling her shake against me. She had her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, that pain feeling so fucking good as it mixed with my rising pleasure.
“You smell incredible,” I purred, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into my lungs. I closed my eyes and groaned again as the feel of her pressed against me did wicked things to my body. I was hard, my cock so fucking stiff the length dug into my zipper and made things uncomfortable as hell. “Let me taste you,” I said again as I trailed kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, licking, sucking, just feeling her.
“I…”
I pulled back when she didn’t continue, hoping I wasn’t rushing things.
“I have to be honest, Beau.”
My heart was thundering as I nodded slowly, trying to get myself under control, knowing I needed to rein in my arousal so it didn’t consume me and I was left as nothing but a mindless animal.
“You can tell me anything,” I coaxed.
She exhaled shakily and licked her lips again before saying, “I’ve never done this before.” At first I wasn’t sure what she was referring to. I assumed it was the sexual aspect, maybe me tasting her, but the longer I looked at her face and saw her expression change… I realized what she meant. “I’ve never done anything sexual, Beau.” She looked into my eyes with hesitance. “Do you understand what I mean?”
Oh God. Oh fuck.
I closed my eyes and felt a wracking body shudder move through me. A virgin. Like me. My girl, the woman I love, is untouched.
“Beau?” Her voice was soft, reed-thin.
When I opened my eyes I said nothing as I slammed my mouth on hers, kissing her with all the love I had for her. I had a hand cupping the back of her head, keeping her mouth to mine as I fucked her this way. She gasped, slightly opening her mouth, and I slid my tongue inside, grunting at her warmth and heat and flavor.
“Beau,” she moaned against my lips, and started kissing me harder, faster, our passion climbing higher as she started moving against me, rubbing her firm, perfect breasts against my chest, making these little mewling noises, and driving me so fucking high I’d never come back to ground.
“I’ve never been with a woman, Wellsie,” I admitted, murmuring my truth against her lips. I pulled back and looked into her baby blue eyes, keeping my hand tangled in the ultra-
soft strands of her hair, needing her close. “I don’t know if you realized that when I said I’ve never been with another woman. But it’s you… only you. Forever.”
She said nothing. Instead, Wellsie slammed her mouth on mine and kissed me like she was dying for it, and I would forever be her life raft if that's what she needed. I’d be anything she needed.
The kiss lasted long, drugging moments, and I knew I could have worshipped her mouth all night long. But I had to taste her. I had to touch her. Every part. And so I broke away, smoothing my hands down her thighs, knowing that I could be moving way too fast for her. So I slowed down, stared into her eyes, and gave her time to shut this all down. She held the power. She always would.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned almost mindlessly, and that was all I needed to hear right before I dropped to my knees and placed my hands on her knees, spreading her even wider for me. Her pants were in the way of me seeing all her perfection, but the scent of her arousal slammed into my nose with so much force that I moaned and felt my eyes roll back in my head from pleasure.
My hands were at the button of her pants, but as if she were on fire and needed the damn things off, she popped the button, unzipped them, and shimmied out of them before I could even take a breath.
That's my girl.
And then I was staring at the most perfect part of Wellsie.
“Jesus Christ, Wellsie.” I ran a hand over my mouth as I stared right between her thighs. She was all pink and wet and swollen for me, her desire a tangible, physical, visual thing for me to bask in. “You're incredible.” I tore my focus from her pussy--which was hard as hell--and looked into her eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I had my hands on her knees, pushing her legs further apart, and all the while I stared into her eyes. “Let me take care of you,” I murmured. “Let me make you feel good.”
She licked her lips, the pulse beneath her ear jumping. She rested back a little, bracing her upper body on her elbows, and I didn’t stop myself from placing her feet on the table.
There she was… all spread out and open for me, her little pussy hole so wet my mouth watered for a taste.
I was running on fumes at this point as I gripped her waist and pulled her down farther so her ass was nearly hanging off of the table. I swayed from the sweet scent of her.
“Beau… I ache for you.”
I groaned and closed my eyes, feeling my cock kick in response, feeling my hips roll in need.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, but fuck, let me help you with that, baby.” I slid my hands down her inner thighs, her flesh warm and smooth. I framed her pussy and just stared at her, memorizing every part of her, my thick tongue, my mouth watering continuously at just the sight of her.
“Please,” she begged.
With an animalistic grunt, I placed my mouth on her perfection and dragged my tongue through her slick, silky, and soaked folds. I moaned at her flavor, my eyes rolling back in my head again as her flavor exploded on my tongue and flowed down the back of my throat.
I still had my hands gripping her inner thighs, so close to her pussy I felt her heat moving along my fingers. My dick throbbed, the thick length demanding to get out and be buried deep in all of her velvet heat.
She was panting, her desire sweetening, thickening the air. I went back to licking and sucking at her, devouring that pink center of hers until I felt dizzy and intoxicated. The sounds she made were fuel to me.
I sucked the nectar that spilled from her, needing more, wanting to survive off of her arousal. She reached out and grabbed chunks of my hair, pulling me closer.
I purred in approval. I couldn’t fucking help it. She made me crazy and drunk and high all in the same breath. “Yeah, Wellsie,” I hummed. “That’s it.” She ground her pussy against my face, clearly needing what only I could give her. I sucked her clit into my mouth, loving that she gyrated her hips against my face. Over and over again.
More, baby. I need more, Wellsie.
I licked and sucked, flattened my tongue and dragged it up and down her slit, then pressed it into her pussy hole. I did all of this repeatedly, her moans and cries fueling me on.
There was no way I could stop myself from reaching down and gripping my cock through my pants. I couldn't get a good grip on it, but I didn’t need to. All I needed was the pressure. I groaned and tightened my eyes even more. But I had to stop or I was going to come in my pants, and I didn’t want this moment to be over this soon.
I never want it to be over.
The massive cock behind my zipper jerked in response to her mewling moan, to her begging incoherently. She was like this because of me. And that had pride consuming me.
I probed her pussy hole with my tongue, gently dipping it in—not fully, just teasing, tormenting both of us.
“Beau. God, you feel so good against me.”
“Fuck, baby. Give it to me. Just let go, Wellsie.”
God, I could actually feel her body tighten in response after I spoke those words. She wanted this as badly as I did, and I’d give her everything I had.
“Beau,” she gasped and tugged at my hair with more force. I growled as that pain lanced through me again.
Fuck. Yes.
My arousal was a living entity inside of me, giving me strength, allowing me to try and control my need to just come right fucking here in my damn pants. Hell, I was so close to going over the edge as it was.
“Wellsie,” I hummed against her silky smooth flesh. She was beautiful and perfect and made just for me. “Come on, baby. Let go and I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” I felt mindless in my need, the words rolling out of me over and over again like a mantra, a promise only for her.
“Beauuuuuuuu,” she cried out, and went over that ledge, coming for me, giving me that climax that I greedily swallowed down the back of my throat.
But I wanted more… so much more.
When I teased her tight little virgin hole, felt her writhe for me, I nearly came in my pants, my cock kicking behind my fly, more pre-cum spilling from the tip. And still I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and sucking that little swollen clit into my mouth. I hummed around the bundle of nerves, felt her buck against me, moan my name, and grip my hair.
“Beaubeaubeaubeaubeau.” My name was an erotic chorus form her lips, and I found myself thrusting my cock against air, trying to relieve some of the intense pleasure.
And then she came for me. Came. For. Me. Again.
Oh. Fuck. Oh. Fuck Me.
“Mine,” I growled with one last lick along her soaking, quivering, so fucking perfect pussy. “You’re only mine, Wellsie. Forever.”
6
Wellsie
The feeling of Beau’s mouth on that part of me had stars dancing in front of my vision.
I’d told him I was untouched, admitted I’d never been with a man. And to know he was just like me, that we were sharing this experience together… could have made me cry.
“Beau,” I cried out his name over and over again, feeling that ledge coming so close there was no way I could stop myself from going over it. But I wanted this to last, to prolong the feeling of his lips and tongue moving through that most intimate part of me.
“Wellsie,” he growled, my name falling from his lips and vibrating through my core having me grasp out and pull at his hair even harder.
But it didn’t hurt him, not if his growl and the way he ate me out with more fervor was anything to go by. My pussy clenched from that sound alone, and my nipples hardened. Maybe I should have been embarrassed that I was so wet, or that I was spread out on this table in the back of his bakery with Beau eating me out.
But I wasn't.
I wanted more. I wanted it dirtier.
Who is this girl?
Who the hell cares when Beau makes me feel this good?
My clit throbbed in time with my heart beating.
“I’m not going to stop when it comes to you, Wellsie. I’ve wanted you for too long.”
I couldn’t stop the moan that left me. He wasn’t licking or sucking at me at that moment, his words still vibrating against my body. I bit my lower lip, pulling at the flesh, needing to get off.
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was this low, husky purr.
I could have laughed at how much I didn’t want him to stop. “God, no, Beau.”
He hummed as if that pleased him to no end. “I need you to be mine. Only mine.” He kissed the inner thigh of my left leg. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” He did the same with my right inner thigh. “Tell me you want that too.”
I did. God, I do. “Yes,” I cried out and pressed my pussy down against him, seeking more.
And then he was sucking on my clit with so much force I cracked my head back on my neck and came hard. I heard this loud keening cry, and realized it was coming from me as I rode the wave of ecstasy. Before the pleasure fully dimmed, Beau moved his body between my legs and I let him in, spreading them wide so he could take up residence. He gripped my chin, forcing my head back up, then slammed his mouth down on mine.
His mouth fucked me… there was no other way to put it. He slipped his fingers between my thighs, his touch like fire, scorching me, inflaming me, making me feel like I was burning alive. He used his thumb to rub circles against my sensitive clit. I gasped against his lips and moved against his hand. God, I was so desperate for more.
His lips on mine became urgent, demanding, as if he was losing control.
He moved his other hand over my shoulder and down so he could cup one of my breasts, the mound feeling so sensitive despite this being the first time he’d touched me there. My nipples were hard, tingling, pressing against the material of my shirt and bra, wanting his bare skin on the flesh, wanting his warm, wet mouth taking residence there, too.
He broke away and panted, his mouth nearly pressed against mine still, his lips gently brushing my mouth as he panted. “This is not the way I saw any of this going,” he groaned, and I swallowed, my throat so tight I wondered if it would close up from too much passion coursing through me. “I envisioned--fantasized--about this so many times, and it was always with me worshipping you on a bed.” He rested his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his body, pulling him in closer.