by Gemma Weir
“Are you okay?” he whispers against my mouth, his voice raspy and gruff.
“I’m okay,” I answer, feeling a little dazed, the pain returning between my thighs now that my orgasm is starting to fade.
“Thank you.”
I don’t know what to say so I stay quiet, pulling him a little closer and burying my face against his damp neck. He’s so much bigger than me, I feel sheltered and protected beneath him, not ready to let go as I squeeze my arms around his neck and my legs hook around his hips a little tighter.
Chuckling, he turns his face and kisses me softly. The edge of desperate possession is gone, leaving just a sweetness behind that I love almost as much as when he’s growly. “I don’t want to, but if I don’t get my dick out of your sweet cunt I’m going to be ready for round two, and I don’t want to hurt you.” I can hear the reluctance in his tone as he lifts my arms from around him and slowly pulls out of me.
I hiss in pain as his dick slides free, my eyes following him as he gets up from the bed and disappears to the bathroom. The water turns on and a moment later he strides back into the room carrying a cloth.
“I don’t like seeing you bleed, but I fucking love knowing I was your first,” he says, carefully wiping my tender sex and cleaning my thighs, before he wipes the blood I hadn’t noticed on his dick.
My eyes widen as I lie still and let him tend to me, I’ve read about guys doing this in the books I love, but I never imagined a man would want to take care of me like that in real life.
“I don’t want you to shower yet, baby girl, I like knowing you smell like me and sex,” he tells me with earnest eyes.
Nodding, I agree, my eyes falling to the patch of blood on the sheets beneath me. Following my gaze, he looks at the blood and a smile spreads across his lips. “All mine, and I’m not even slightly ashamed to say that I fucking love knowing my dick’s the only one that’s ever been inside of you, the only one that’ll ever be inside of you.”
Lifting myself up onto my elbows, I shuffle up the bed a little, feeling the tinge of pain that comes from moving. We’re both still naked, his dick still hard despite us just having sex, but oddly I don’t feel uncomfortable being like this with him.
“Go pee, baby girl,” Beau says, pulling me from my revelry.
“What?”
“I read somewhere that girls need to pee after sex so you don’t get a UTI,” he tells me, his face stern. He holds out his hand to me and I take it, letting him pull me from the bed.
“You read it?” I ask.
“I read it,” he says with a shrug, “so go pee.”
Smirking, I arch a brow at him. “I don’t need to pee.”
“Well go try,” he says, turning me towards the bathroom, smacking my ass to propel me forward.
A laugh bursts from my lips as I pad naked into his bathroom, closing the door behind me. Sitting down on the toilet, I shriek when the door opens and the walks in. “What are you doing?” I cry.
“Why did you shut the door?”
“Because I’m using the bathroom,” I shout.
“So?” he says, placing the things I hadn’t realized he’d got in his hands down on the counter.
“So maybe I’d like a little privacy,” I say incredulous.
“Baby girl, I’ve seen you naked, licked and touched most of you, and I just had your virgin blood all over my dick,” he laughs, boosting himself up onto the counter, his dick bobbing between his legs.
“What are you doing? Get out I can’t pee with you watching,” I hiss.
“You are so fucking cute,” he laughs.
“Out,” I cry, pointing to the door.
“Fine, but don’t get used to it, I don’t want us to hide anything from each other,” he announces, leaning down and kissing me before he leaves.
After using the toilet, I wipe, grimacing when it hurts, then wash my hands. After a few minutes on my own, it feels odd to walk naked back into his bedroom, even though I was perfectly comfortable a few minutes ago. Inhaling sharply, I pull back my shoulders, put on my metaphorical big girl panties, and make my way back into his bedroom.
His back is to me as he leans over the bed, his perfect ass on display as he tucks the corner of a clean sheet onto the mattress. I consider going to help, but honestly, I’m enjoying watching, so I stay quiet and admire his round ass as he does such a domestic task completely naked.
“You just gonna watch?” he asks, amusement lacing his voice.
“I was planning on it,” I admit.
Tucking the last corner into place, he picks the pillows up from the floor and drops them back onto the mattress, then he turns to look at me and crooks his finger. “Come here, baby girl.”
Sighing, I smile a little and walk to him, happy when he picks me up off the floor and kisses me. My body aches in places it’s never ached before, but being here with him is unequivocally worth it.
His kiss is lazy and soft, and I love it as he hums happily against my lips. I’m flying through the air a second later, my back hitting the mattress with a thud. A giggle bursts from me and I turn to glare at him, only to find his lips spread into the widest grin I’ve ever seen on his usually serious face.
Grabbing the comforter, he fluffs it in the air, letting it settle over me and across the rest of the mattress. “What do you want to drink? I’ll go grab us something.”
“You going like that?” I ask, my eyes dipping down to his still semi hard dick.
“Wasn’t planning on it, although it wouldn’t be the first time my brothers have gotten an eye full of my cock,” he smirks, crossing to his dresser and pulling out a pair of basketball shorts.
“Did you pack me any pajamas when you decided to transplant half my clothes here?”
“If we’re in bed I don’t want anything between us,” he says with a frown.
“What if I’m cold?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at him.
“Then I’ll warm you up? What do you want to drink? You hungry? I could see what we have for dessert.”
“Water’s great and no I’m fine, thank you. I should get my work clothes out the case to hang for tomorrow,” I say, throwing back the comforter.
“I already unpacked for you. The top two drawers in my dresser are yours until Granger finishes yours, and I’ve hung the rest of your stuff in the closet,” he says easily, like it’s the most normal thing in the world to give me two drawers and space in his closet on day two of whatever this is that’s between us.
I don’t have any experience with guys and relationships, I certainly haven’t ever shared space with a man, or been serious enough to leave clothes at each other’s homes, but this feels really quick. In fact, everything with Beau seems to be moving at a hundred miles an hour, and I feel like I’m just holding on and letting him take me wherever he wants us to go.
“I’m not moving in with you, Beau, no matter what you think in that head of yours. It’s far too soon to be considering that, like a year or two too soon,” I tell him, needing to enforce some boundaries before he moves the rest of my stuff in without telling me.
“I’ll make you change your mind,” he says with a wink, then he turns and slides out of the door completely unperturbed.
14
Beau
I’m losing my motherfucking mind!
My dick is still hard, even though I know I can’t touch her again tonight. She was so fucking tight I didn’t know if she could take me, but her pussy was the perfect fit, strangling my dick so every thrust felt like heaven.
The need for her hasn’t lessened at all, in fact I think I actually want her more now I know how it feels to be inside of her. She was a virgin when I carried her into my bedroom tonight, and now she’s indisputably mine, claimed in the most carnal way that makes my chest swell with caveman pride.
Her body is the most perfect sexual playground imaginable, and my dick’s excited to get started teaching her all the ways she can give and receive pleasure. She keeps telling me this thing between
us is too much, too quick, but for me it’s not moving quick enough. I know she’s it for me, so what are we waiting for. I want her in my life, in my bed. I want to marry her and breed her, I want her belly swollen with my kid, and I want to take care of her for the rest of our lives.
I meant it when I warned her I wouldn’t allow any space between us once I’d fucked her, she’s a compulsion, my obsession, and I have no intention of allowing any distance between us. I want all of her time, all of her attention, I want all of her and I’ll take it, because she gave herself to me willingly and I own her now.
Huck raises an eyebrow at me when I pad barefoot and naked, except for my loose shorts, into the kitchen.
“Don’t say a fucking word. You didn’t hear anything; you have no fucking clue what me and her were doing. If any of you fuckers make her cry, I’ll make you bleed,” I warn in a low voice to make sure she can’t hear.
“Then we need to sound proof your room,” Huck says with a knowing smirk. “She’s loud.”
“Cody, what do we need to do to soundproof my walls and door,” I ask, turning to look at him.
“I’ll find out,” he says. “Can I go apologize for today?”
“Hell no. No one goes anywhere near my room when she’s here. She’s for my eyes only. You can apologize in the morning,” I snarl, a little louder than I intended.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re really gone for her, aren’t you?” Penn asks, his eyes wide with shock.
“Course I am, she wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. I’m going to marry her, she’s gonna be the mama of your nieces and nephews,” I say with complete confidence.
My brothers all fall silent, varying degrees of shock etched across their faces.
“I’m happy for you, bro,” Teddy says. He might be the youngest, but he’s also the least jaded by women.
“Thanks,” I say, grabbing two bottles of water from the refrigerator. “Have we got any Tylenol anywhere?”
“There’s a bottle in my bathroom cabinet,” Granger says, jumping up from the couch and crossing to his room. He returns a moment later, and I take the painkillers from him and offer my shellshocked brothers a wave as I head back to my bedroom and my girl.
When I slide back inside, my eyes go immediately to the bed and I scowl when I see she’s wearing clothes. “Why have you got dressed?”
“Because it felt weird to be in here naked with your six brothers on the other side of the door,” she says with a shrug.
Rolling my eyes, I climb into the bed next to her and immediately start pulling the clothes she’s put on, off.
“Beau,” she giggles.
“No clothes, I want nothing between us.”
“You have shorts on,” she argues, as I pull the panties she’s now wearing down her legs and fling them across the room.
Pulling my own shorts off, I fling them in the same direction as her panties. “Now we’re both naked,” I say with a smirk.
“You’re crazy,” she giggles.
“Here, take these,” I tell her, shaking two Tylenol into my hand and holding them out to her.
“Why?”
“Because you’re gonna be sore, baby girl,” I tell her, offering her one of the bottles of water as well.
“Oh.” Her cheeks turn pink as she takes the tablets from me and swallows them, washing them down with the water.
“Why are you embarrassed?” I ask, pulling her into my chest. Her naked breasts are pressed against me and I breath out slowly, thinking about everything except Bonnie to stop my dick from getting enthusiastic. I’d love to fuck her again, hell I’d like to gorge on her, but if I do I’ll hurt her, and I promised her nothing but pleasure.
“Because you cleaned me up, told me to pee, and now you’re bringing me pain killers. It’s embarrassing how clueless about all this stuff I am,” she says quietly, her arm sliding along my stomach until it’s curled over me.
“I love that I’m your first. The thought of anyone else touching you makes me so fucking crazy,” I confess, holding her a little tighter as a wave of jealousy ploughs through me.
“You’re so weird. Surely it’d be better if I had some experience and knew how to make it good for you.”
“No,” I snarl. “I don’t fucking want that. I don’t ever want to imagine you with someone else. You’re mine and I don’t share, ever. I’ll lose my mind if anyone ever touches you.”
“Calm down, you just took my virginity, you know that you’re my first,” she laughs.
Rolling her beneath me, I rest my hands on either side of her head. “I’m serious, don’t even joke about belonging to anyone else.”
“I’m yours,” she says, smiling as she rolls her eyes.
“Yes you are,” I growl, pressing my lips to hers.
Waking up with her tempting body pressed against mine is both a blessing and a curse. I love that she’s here with me, that her body has sought me out in her sleep, but my dick wants inside of her tight pussy again and it’s taking everything I have not to part her legs and take what’s mine.
“Morning,” she murmurs sleepily, her arms stretching as she unfurls from beside me.
“Morning baby,” I whisper, pulling her back to me when she tries to move.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she whines, wriggling against my hold.
Reluctantly I release her, watching as she rushes to grab the shirt I pulled off her last night, dragging it over her head before scurrying into the bathroom and shutting the door. Unable to resist, I wait a second, then stride naked to the door, pushing it open and walking straight in, smiling to myself when she shrieks at me.
“Beau, I’m peeing, get out.”
“I already told you, no space, no distance,” I warn seriously, leaning in and turning on the shower to heat.
“This is ridiculous,” she hisses.
“No, this is us,” I laugh, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her scowling lips.
“This is you, you weirdo,” she sighs.
Her expression is full of resigned amusement, but she doesn’t protest when I pull the shirt she just used to hide her body from me up and over her head.
“Hurry up, we need to shower so we have time for breakfast before work,” I say, turning and leaning against the counter to watch her.
“So shower, I can be done quick,” she says.
“We’re going to shower together,” I tell her, my eyes heating as she stands, her perfectly naked body on display.
“Together?”
Crooking a finger at her, she quickly flushes and washes her hands, then slowly moves toward me. I reach for her the moment she’s close enough and lift her, placing her under the stream of water, then follow her in, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her back against my chest.
Again, I notice how tiny she is, her head only coming to my chest. Sliding my hand up I watch my huge palm cover her breast, cupping and gently squeezing her. “Are you sore?” I rasp a little desperately against her ear.
She shakes her head without speaking and I slide my hand down between her breasts, over her flat stomach, and between her legs, cupping her mound as I enjoy the sight of my hands on her sex. Her pussy is covered in a neat patch of dark hair, but I’d love to see her bare and exposed to me. Parting her folds with my finger, I slide it down to her entrance and carefully push just the tip inside of her.
“You’re wet already. Did you dream about me touching you again?” I purr against her neck, pressing my lips to her wet skin.
Her legs part a little but she doesn’t speak. Pushing my finger in a little deeper, I try to read her body, feeling her tense a little, before she relaxes. “Does that hurt?”
“A little, I’m tender,” she answers softly.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, slowly pulling my finger out of her.
“No,” she says, her hand covering mine to stop me. “It’s a nice pain.”
“A nice pain?”
“Yeah, like when you spanked me,” sh
e whispers, her cheeks coloring pink again.
I slide my finger slowly back into her until it’s completely inside of her velvety soft heat and she groans slightly, lifting up on her toes, before she settles back down onto her feet fully again, her pussy clenching around me.
“Tell me what you dreamed about?” I order, slowly fucking her with my finger as I part her sex with my other hand and rub at her clit. Her head falls back against my chest, her lips parted as barely audible pants come from her.
“I…” she starts, trailing off when she moans softly.
“Did you dream about me?”
She nods.
“Was I touching you?” I ask, allowing my movements to become faster and more intense as her arousal coats my hand, and her pants and moans become more audible.
She nods again.
“Was I fucking you?”
Her shoulders tense and her cunt clamps down on my finger as she comes on a silent scream, her body convulsing as shudders wrack through her, her fingers griping my wrists tightly as she rides out her orgasm with my finger still deep inside of her.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I whisper against her ear. “I want to force you to bend over while I fuck you hard from behind. I want to make you so wild that you beg for it harder, beg for me to make you scream.”
Her body trembles as her chest hitches up and down with ragged breaths. “Yes,” she breaths.
“Not right now, baby girl, I don’t want to hurt you and if I take you like I want to, I will. As soon as you’re healed up I will though, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll feel it with every step you take. You’ll feel my claim every time you move.”
Inhaling slowly, I force myself to calm down. I could take my dick in hand and rub one out, I could get her to do it for me, but I want the next time I come to be inside of her. So instead I grab the body wash, squirt some into my hands and slowly wash every inch of her, taking my time cleaning her pussy and ass while she blushes a beautiful shade of pink. “Tip your head back,” I order as I grab the shampoo she bought from her house and lather some into her hair, guiding her head to wash it out before adding conditioner and doing the same again.