11. The Grip, Dash

I acknowledged, if something didn't change, Beau and I were never going to make it inside the hotel I'd chosen to be closer to the airport in the morning. The prospect of my guy fucking me where we stood might truly become a reality. Whichever way it happened, I was pretty sure I was there for, and ready to make it work.

My arms tightened around Beau's neck, holding him as close as I could as I devoured his mouth. An overwhelming feeling of possessiveness ran through me when he wrapped both arms around my waist, wanting me as badly as I wanted him. I kissed him like a randy teenager, fusing our mouths together. His erection was hard and long, pressed firmly against mine. Beau rolled his hips slightly, rubbing our cocks together. Fuck, it felt good. More amazing than any dreams I'd dared to conjure while we were apart. My mind then blipped as a peppering of stars sprinkled behind my eyelids.

Shit, that might be the need to breathe.

When he tried to break free, I didn't make it easy. I licked and nipped up his neck. He angled his head, giving me full access. His breath heaved as I worked my way up, nibbling the shell of his earlobe.

"Fuck, Dash. You're so damn sexy, but I've put on enough of a show tonight. We've gotta go to the hotel. I need you bad. So bad."

I eased off him, nodding my understanding, but I really didn't get it. Who knew I was an exhibitionist at heart? My attention was drawn to the smooth skin stretched over Beau's jawline, framing lips that promised a captivating experience.

"You have to be the strong one," Beau said. My nose trailed over the sensual path my lips had just taken. "Get us to the hotel."

"You're not going to change your mind?" I asked against his ear.

"No. Never again." He swiftly turned me by the hips to guide me down the road. "Where're we parked?"

Desire raced wantonly throughout my body. My nerve endings sizzled, humming against my skin until it all landed squarely in my cock. I ignored his question, keeping his hand in mine. "The first one's gonna come fast," I said over my shoulder to Beau.

"Same with me. Your ass is a thing of beauty."

"What you did tonight took strength. You made a grand statement," I said, giving a side eye glance to better read Beau's thoughts.

"Not that much strength," Beau murmured, watching my ass. I had forgotten how he'd do that when we were younger. "I didn't look back to see how everyone took it."

"I only had eyes for you," I said, again with the side eye. "We're gonna be fine. You'll be away from here when the gossip spreads."

"Probably not. I bet half the town knows by now," he quipped. Surprisingly, he didn't seem upset about that.

I let it be enough for now. We'd face the repercussions together. Love was in the air. I was back in the sex game. I had a lot of years to make up for. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as we parted ways at the car, he to the passenger side, me to the driver's side. My suit coat tossed carelessly in the back. The thrill of what was to come was almost too much to handle.

The ride to the hotel felt like an eternity. I had to navigate the road and Beau's advances at every stoplight. He was octopus worthy, growing eight hands that were all over me in the best possible way. I loved it even if our safety was in jeopardy with each mile driven.

I parked near the hotel's front doors. The grip Beau used on my hand held the perfect balance of possessiveness and desire. I sensed we'd be a couple who held hands.

A couple. We were finally where we should have been five days ago. Beau locked a hand on my forearm, keeping me from leaving the car even after I opened my door.

"Kiss me," he whispered.

"You have to let me go so we can go inside."

Beau leaned in further for a kiss, but I dodged him. My guy wanted me, but we had to get to the room. What a thrilling dilemma to be in.

"Inside. Now." I escaped his reach and left the car, taking long quick strides to the hotel's sliding glass doors. Midway there, Beau's heavy steps echoed behind me.

Once he reached me, his muscular arms roughly circled my waist, tugging me against his chest. Whoa, I was going to enjoy being manhandled in the bedroom. Goosebumps sprang to my skin. My love meter skyrocketed to untamable levels. When Beau's lips latched onto my neck, my eyes did a backflip in my head. And then I was lifted off my feet as if I weighed nothing. His thick, hard cock rammed against my slacks-covered crease.

Jesus. He'd leave a lasting mark in a spot tough to hide, but honestly, I didn't care. Over the years, I found myself envious of such a simple telltale sign that meant someone loved them.

"Quit teasing and take me inside," I insisted. Beau didn't let me go but loosened his lips and walked us toward the doors. "You can put me down," I murmured. Instead, he buried his nose in the short strands of my hair.

"It's been so long," Beau whispered huskily.

"Then put me down so we can end the drought," I urged.

He reluctantly complied. We both took hurried steps, side by side. The night staff's greeting hung in the air, going unanswered. Beau's insistent energy created a buzzing in my ears, sharpening my focus just like he had done when he first returned. Thankfully, the elevator door opened with a press of the call button. I stepped in. Beau was close behind, exuding a predator vibe.

"Our room's just around the corner."

"I like foreplay," Beau whispered.

What a happy surprise. I flashed a cheeky grin. His words were pure gold. "I do too." Perhaps all our non-bedroom adventures would be filled with kisses, caresses, and not-suitable-for-work touches in anticipation of our alone time.

He caged me in, lavishing my mouth as if his life depended on our intimacy. Since I was to be the responsible one, I focused on the dings from the call button.

The elevator doors opened. When I sprang off the wall, surprising and dislodging Beau, I was able to get us out into the hall. We had two doors to go. With my cock hard, heavy, and ready, I pulled out my wallet and started for the door. He stealthily came in behind me faster than I'd thought possible. Again, those strong arms enveloped me, drawing me backward against his chest. His deft fingers began to unbutton my dress shirt.

"How far do we have to go?" he asked huskily against my ear. The whisps of breath tickled and tingled across my heated skin.

"We're close." I kept going in the correct direction while Beau pulled my shirttails free of my slacks. I was certain there was a camera somewhere pointed down the hall as my shirt hung open.

I fumbled to fit the keycard in the door, barely getting it open when one of Beau's seeking hands went north, the other south. His fingers pinched the tight bud of my nipple while the other slid underneath the waistband of my belted slacks and underwear.

The tips of his fingers played with the head of my hard cock. It felt so damned good. He also applied expert pressure to bring my body closer to the edge. I tucked my hips into the touch, a lustful moan escaping. He had me leaking.

Despite his surprising skill, I was determined not to give in until we were locked together inside the room. With my hands on the doorframe, I forcefully pulled away, catching Beau off guard again. I stumbled several steps inside the room while he was propelled the other way.

He righted himself before the door shut in his face and barreled through, the heavy door knocking solidly against the wall. I'd made it to my suitcase for the lubricant I brought.

I kicked off my shoes to the corner, tossing a hand in the air to stop Beau from coming after me. It shockingly worked. Beau came to an abrupt halt about two feet away. "Undress, I need to get the lube," I said with more authority than I felt.

A lightbulb moment of understanding crossed Beau's brow. He tugged the shirttails free and snapped open the pearl buttons in one sure yank. I forced my eyes away to the suitcase's zipper compartment where I'd placed several packets of lube for the just in case.

I barely cracked the zipper open before my gaze darted back to Beau. Watching him undress was better than porn. When he hooked his thumb into the waistband and pushed the starchy jeans and underwear down, his gorgeous cock bounced free.

My mouth turned into a desert as I sized him up. Everything else faded as he stood there, resembling a Greek god, staring back at me like I was a prime piece of meat. Fuck, my nipples tightened harder. He had grown with age, meaning I'd have to adjust, but boy, I eagerly accepted the challenge.

Perhaps the highlight was the jeans casually chilling on the floor, covering his boots, keeping him rooted in place. I tossed the packets to the bed.

As if the mattress were a swimming pool, he dove for the bed, bouncing then jackknifing up to sit on the edge, and began working to pull a boot free.

He cocked a brow suggestively. "As soon as I get at least one of these free, it's gonna be hot."

"It is?" My guy was going to be a lot to handle in many different ways. I took the hint, undoing the buttons at my wrist before sliding my dress shirt off my shoulders. I flung the shirt over my suitcase, the belt followed, then kicked off my loafers.

I finished Beau's start on my slacks as he paused mid tug of his boot. That sexy stare riveted to my cock.

"My eyes are up here," I teased. Our gazes collided in an epic story of love, dedication, thrill, and everything else that mattered most in the world. It was a fiery, soul-stirring, intense branding moment that made the world take a backseat.

As I positioned myself directly in front of him, I pushed at the waistbands of my clothing, letting my slacks and underwear hit the floor. The hard-on that had plagued me since the first moment I spotted Beau at Parliament, jutted out, recognizing its target.

He slipped one boot off his foot and tossed it over his shoulder. It gave a bounce on the edge of the bed before it tumbled to the floor.

The weight of Beau's darkening stare on my cock was both heady and exhilarating. His unsteady, calloused hand circled my length, giving a long, sure tug that made me hiss with pleasure.

He cupped my balls with his other hand, rolling them in his palm, giving the same reverent tug there as well. My hands found their way to his broad shoulders as I closed my eyes in ecstasy. "I thought we'd be ripping each other's clothes off and fucking on the floor by now," Beau said. "This is better."

"Yeah," I whispered. On each tug, I rode the waves of bliss. Doing my best to stave off the rampant need coursing through me. Beau deserved a great experience, and I was determined to give it to him even if it killed me trying.

Which it honestly might.

My fingers found their way into his hair. The hand that had been on my balls caressed over my hip to the crease of my ass. Motherfucker. I gritted my teeth, stealing my spine to keep myself together.

My fortitude was tested in the most decadent of ways when my cock was enveloped into Beau's warm mouth. At the same moment, his thumb breached my most sensitive spot. Holy hell, my body responded eagerly, pumping back and forth against his thumb and into his mouth in a seductive rhythm he created. I couldn't help the small beads of pre-come building at my tip.

The way he hoovered my cock, bobbing his head back and forth, was the stuff of my dreams. "Do you taste how badly I want you?" I asked.

Beau's touch was both gentle and persuasive as he worked me open. His lips slipped over my cock, guiding me deeper and deeper into his mouth. I trembled under the assault. My gasps teased of my desperation. He was damned tender as he added a second finger, pumping and stretching my ass open.

My orgasm zinged down my spine, settling in the depths of my balls. I shook with need. My skin was so sensitive I felt the air circulating in the room. I wasn't going to last. Dammit, I tried to make this special.

In a last-ditch effort for us to hang on until we came together, I used my palms on his face to pull him off my cock. With my thumbs, I tilted his chin upward, making sure he heard me. "You need to be inside me when we come."

I leaned forward, melding our mouths together once again for a searing kiss. My tongue danced with his, loving the taste of my essence inside his mouth.

With a shove against his shoulders, I pushed him down on the mattress. I straddled him, crawling to his hips. He gave a wicked grin as he reached for the lube packets.

"How do you want me?" I murmured. Beau twisted his hips, dislodging me to the bed. "Hey!"

"Back to the mattress." Beau's voice held a commanding growl that did nothing but ramp up my excitement. He propped himself up on his elbow. I watched, both jealous and mesmerized as he tore open the packet and coated his fingers with the lube.

More than anything, I wished I were that packet in his mouth. My sexy guy appeared in total control. I obliged his demand and rolled over. My cock was so sensitive it vibrated, needing Beau's touch. I lifted my legs. My body relaxed as those skilled fingers reached for my ass once again. He pumped his digits in and out while shifting his weight to wriggle between my parted legs. "You like that, don't you?"

"So much," I murmured.

Beau shoved a pillow under my ass, aligning me to his desired angle. He was magical. His deft digits never stopped working me open. Under his persuasion, I writhed, desperate for more. His touches sank farther inside me, teasing the gland that set my body in flight. Man, this was going to be good. Somehow, I managed to pry my lids open to see my handsome guy's smirking grin. "I love the way your ass grips my fingers."

"Stop playing, Beau. I'll come," I hissed.

"Don't touch yourself," he ordered. "I'm gonna make this last as long as I can." He positioned the head of his cock at my hole, rubbing and teasing me as he squirted whatever lube was left in the packet onto his fingers and my hole. I felt my heart racing with anticipation. He didn't disappoint. Slowly and patiently he slid that fat cock inside me. Beau's features turned anguished in the most exciting way, while seating fully inside me.

"Oh fuck yeah. It's so good," I murmured, decadently stretching to accept all of him. The pure ecstasy of being with this man in this way was everything I'd ever wanted. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I kept a death grip on my thighs, pulling them closer to my chest. My body strained as Beau filled me so good. My breaths came in short, shallow puffs.

"Oh yeah," Beau parroted, his voice raw and raspy. He finally moved, pulling out then pushing in again. The way he heaved caused my eyes to crack open into the smallest of slits. My beautiful guy was a lovely vision while making love to me. His hard body strained with every thrust he began to give. My cock bounced, drumming on my belly as Beau began to canter, picking up speed. Every muscle in my body quivered with pleasure. My breath began to pant uncontrollably.

Fuck, my only focus was to hold my orgasm as long as I could. He made it damned hard as his hips began to piston, the slap of our bodies coming together thrilled me and became the only sounds reverberating through my hazy brain. His head dropped forward, his hair falling into his face. His powerful arms caged me in as velvet steel drove relentlessly into my ass… How did he manage to rub against my gland so decadently, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge with every thrust?

"Beau…I can barely hang on." Saying the words aloud gave me strength to end my agony. My legs wrapped around Beau's waist. The heels of my feet dug into his back, pushing his body down closer to mine. Our gazes connected and locked. Beau supported his body's weight with his elbows planted on the mattress. The stacked muscles in his arms flexed and tensed. I traced my fingers across his chest, gently teasing his nipples. "Kiss me."

He sunk lower on the bed to meet me; agony held in his face. My guy was trying to make this good for me. I thrust my tongue into his mouth in the same rhythm of his undulating hips. His taste was my brand of addiction.

The suction I had on his mouth popped free, the air turning thick and heavy with our pants coming in short bursts. My hands skimmed his body, desperately needing some sort of balance. I was completely lost to Beau. His hips turned wild, maddening, bucking in and out of me, making me crazy. Fire licked at my balls. The churning of my orgasm was no longer tamable. The breathtaking friction we created drove me to my end.

"Now, Beau, now." My body thrashed against his. No amount of willpower would stave off my release. I fisted the bedspread. My bottom lip crushed between my teeth. Sweat dampened my skin and hair.

"I love you. I do." Beau's words were both haggard and harsh. His big hand found its way between our bodies, circling my cock.

I'd respond as soon as I could think of how to form those three words. Every nerve ending in my body centered into my dick where Beau picked me up and began to stroke. Oh, there it was, our perfect harmony. That was all it took as I rode into oblivion.

Beau let out a guttural cry as his body reared back and his hips bucked feverishly into me. We came together, mine splattering on to my belly. His release had my ass clenching, coaxing every bit of come out of him. So damned good.

His body spasmed, trembling uncontrollably while he tumbled down on top of me. My muscles contracted, my toes curling under the force of his weight. I was a man in love, so much love.

We lay entwined, limbs tangled in each other's hold. As Beau's body relaxed and his cock slipped from me, I experienced a surge of energy. For the first time in a long time, my thoughts quieted and calmed. Only he and I existed in a moment of pure peace. What an enchanting journey we'd been on.

I struggled to move Beau off me. He was incredibly heavy. The more I tried, the more he circled his arms around me, keeping me in place.

"Stop wigglin' around," he said, all raw and raspy.

"I can't breathe," I responded with a surprising amount of gusto for a man currently suffocating.

Beau gave in, flopping to his back on the bed but bringing me along with him. He positioned my body over his. "Snuggle with me and give me a kiss," he whispered. His purpose filled lips pressed against my skin.

"I need a quick shower," I mumbled, running my fingers through his hair.

"No, stay here. I wanna do it again."

"Let me get cleaned up. Then I'll clean you. We'll be ready to go again," I replied and gently pulled away, mindful of where my elbows and knees might land. His attention lingered on me as I stood in front of him.

"You're ruinin' it," Beau murmured. I didn't believe it. He appreciated what he saw, but while I was buzzing with energy, Beau was the exact opposite. He was clearly ready for a nap.

"You're going to have to bottom. It feels too amazing to let you miss out," I said, very much appreciating the view before my eyes. "Come shower with me," I urged, noting the jeans-covered boot still attached to his foot.

"Okay. Someday." His words were lost to a long yawn. "You know you're perfect, right?" His heavy palm patted the mattress beside him. "Come back to bed. We'll clean up later."

I shook my head and started for the bathroom. Maybe ten seconds passed before Beau was on my heels.

"Fuck," he said. I knew those jeans were going to be a problem where they completely encased the boots. My happiness bubbled out as I turned on the shower faucet.

"I can't get out of my jeans. What the fuck?"

I couldn't contain my amusement as I darted under the spray. Everything was falling into place nicely. We were together again. I owed the universe everything.