15. The Future, Dash

I didn't expect to be this turned on, but watching Beau writhe under my touch, me the orchestrator of his immense pleasure, was fucking fantastic. See? Even the language in my head was raw and gritty. My dick pulsed with need, but I would wait until Beau was ready to take all of me. I was a man on a mission.

Clumsily, I grabbed the lubricant, having to tear my eyes away from the playground before me. In two seconds flat, I had the lube in hand when I remembered something I wanted to try. "I can't believe I'm saying this but turn over. On your knees."

"Bossy," Beau chimed, doing as I asked.

"Remember that," I commanded. The grin in my head might not have made it to my lips as butterflies took flight inside my belly. Having Beau's ass up and displayed only for me was as heady as it was a thing of beauty. I tossed the lube on the towel, my bottom lip slid between my teeth in anticipation.

Positioning myself, I reached for a cheek, kneading the flesh with one hand while the other ran along Beau's spine, ass to neck, pressing there for him to lower. The entire time, my gaze was locked on the crevice I wanted to split a part.

"You're bein' weirdly quiet," Beau said, lowering his head between his elbows.

"I know. It's strange. I'm in awe. Getting you ready turns me the fuck on. Hold tight. We're going to try something." I gripped Beau's ass cheeks and spread them wide. That pucker drew me in like a heat-seeking missile. What a tempting sight.

"Get on with it," Beau murmured, and I did. My mouth watered in anticipation of tasting all of Beau against my tongue. I greedily gave a swipe, licking across his hole. Beau's body quivered; a groan pulled from deep inside his chest.

We'd been together for over a month, every one of those days was spent loving each other's bodies in one way or another. How had I not explored eating ass? I could tell I'd spend a lot of time right here, in my future.

"Again," Beau's husky voice demanded. I was so amped up I buried my face and fucked Beau with my tongue until his body trembled under my touch.

At some point, I leaned back and circled my thumb around his opening, easily slipping inside.

"Don't stop," Beau groaned.

"Never." A satisfied grin spread over my face as I removed my thumb and kept my hold on his ass cheek. I dove inside for a second round. Beau's hips rode my tongue, pumping back and forth. He'd be good and relaxed, ready to take me balls deep. I lapped and lavished, my mouth watered at such intimacy, knowing this was all I ever wanted. I was living my dreams.

My cock had been patient, urging me to make this good, but it'd had enough. It was a selfish bastard, calling for my hand. I gave in and began stroking myself. It pulsed against my palm. I lifted and leaned in, pressing my cock against Beau's heated skin, sliding my erection between his crease.

"I'm so fucking turned on," I moaned. "You feel this? It's because of you." I bent, taking his ass cheek into my mouth, gently biting the plump fleshy globe. Goosebumps sprang up on Beau's thighs, his shuddering intake of breath caused my dick to grow even harder.

"Me too. Get on with it," Beau said, turning his head sideways. His amber eyes had taken on a darker edge, willing me to get this going. Beau grabbed his cock, stroking. I wet my finger by licking straight up the digit, and pushed it inside my guy's body, while reaching for the lube. With a snick of the cap, I drizzled the slick directly on my fingers then began driving and stretching in and out of his hole.

I'll never get enough of watching Beau's mouthwatering body joined with mine.

"I wanna see," Beau said. He didn't wait for my approval before flipping around, landing on his back. He maneuvered until I was again between his spread thighs.

"You're perfect," I whispered.

"You're more perfect," Beau said, reverently. "And you're teasin' me too much. I need to know."

Yeah, he'd know but I wanted a little bit more time to make this perfect. I pressed a kiss on his hip, mouthing the oblique there before reaching for Beau's nipples, giving the smallest pinch. He was sensitive there, and I got the expected response. He yanked me up, my body flush with his as he demanded entrance into my mouth.

Fuck, that was an enchanting move. Beau was so damned strong. I kissed him greedily, gripping his shaft, pumping to the rhythm of our kiss.

Probably the only thing that could pull me from the savory kiss was the feel of pre-come dripping from his slit. I needed that in my mouth. With my thumb, I spread his evidence of his desire over his tip.

Oh yeah, I was going to make this so special he'd want this every night. Never to willingly stray away from me again. I pushed off his chest, lowering, licking, and nipping his swollen flared head. The velvet steel teased my senses.

What a joke. This wasn't about Beau. It was all me. I struggled with my sanity anytime Beau was near. He was my brand of heroin, addictive as fuck. I craved him and sucked him down, bobbing my head on his cock for a couple of swift suctions. He'd come if I went too much further. Exactly where I wanted him—right on the edge.

"Your mouth…" Beau started, his piercing gaze on me. "Sinful." My slick fingers went back to my ultimate goal, pumping into his ass, curling to hit his prostate with every swipe. Beau issued desperate pleas, his body arching so beautifully to my touch. It was time.

I repositioned myself between his legs. He instinctively clutched his thighs, drawing them to his chest. I drizzled lube liberally on my dick then over Beau's exposed hole.

"Do it," Beau hissed, baring down. The force which he used opened his hole. He gave me entrance.

"You're gonna think of me every time you sit down tomorrow, just like I do you." I gave a single swipe of my head over the lube at his hole. Anticipation roiled in my balls. I pushed slowly inside my love, who drew me in from the inside out. Dammit, what a beautiful feeling.

My first time to top. His channel gripped and held on to me so good. My shoulders shuddered. I locked my gaze on my dick as it slowly disappeared into Beau's channel. Engulfed in searing heat, he gripped me in the most extraordinary way.

I lost myself to the vibration of Beau's body. My cock became needy and wild as Beau squeezed me into his searing tightness. Beau gave an audible gasp, drawing my attention to his straining body. His head rolled backward, his eyes clamped shut.

I froze, allowing Beau to adjust to the invasion. "You good?" I hissed, super aware of my surroundings.

Seconds passed as I took in the sound of the ceiling fan blades slowly whooshing as they turned, the hum of the bulbs lighting the room, the heater blowing air past the vents. It all defined this moment: spectacular. "You're so damned tight."

"Keep goin'," Beau whispered. He lifted his head; funny how I could feel his body movements while buried inside him. Beau's hot, sexy, encouraging gaze found mine. My trance broke. I reached for the lube, dumping a generous portion on the juncture where my dick met his ass. Beau's body relaxed into mine. He gripped his cock. My palm covered his, running the length of his shaft.

Words escaped me—they never had before—as I took in everything, just in case this was my only time here. The give and take of Beau's muscles, flexing and tensing with each of my thrusts. The delicious friction urging my dick on.

"You fill me so good," Beau moaned. The pleasure amped up with each snap and glide of my hips. We moved in unison, slowly picking up the pace. Beau's body quivered. A desperate surge of lust burned through me.

Beau brought his feet to the mattress, lifting as he pumped his hips against mine. Oh man, that was hot. I fought for control of our rhythm, becoming jerky and unrestrained. I couldn't stop my thrusts, even if I wanted to. I never wanted this to end. My guy gripped me so good. I dropped my head forward, consumed with the way Beau's body held onto me. Beau watched me. He was as much in control as I was.

The world faded. I felt Beau's heart beating with mine. We were one. I craved his pleasure as much as I did my own. My commitment to him was reaffirmed. A long life with him by my side. I wouldn't accept anything less.

"Marry me someday," I whispered roughly, surprising even me with the question.

He groaned louder. His breaths quickened. His hips slammed into me. We were perfect together. I was lost to my guy. My heart pounded against my rib cage, and my orgasm fought for release. Beau's being clamped down around me like the warmest embrace.

"Come with me, Dash," Beau said through gritted teeth. The command was all it took. I couldn't hold back. My body blew apart under the blinding pleasure of my release. I filled Beau's ass. My release wouldn't stop coming.

Whatever was left of me fell forward, barely missing the come splattered over Beau's chest. His strong arms circled around me as I floated into oblivion.

"You fell asleep," Beau murmured, lying face-to-face with me. I was still super aware of everything, this time loving the feel of the softest satin-like sheets covering both of us. My pillow was now his too. My hands were steepled together, tucked under my cheek. Every molecule of my being was now fused with his. I marveled at how love continued to grow in infinite amounts.

"I know. Weird." I had managed to clean us up before we dirtied the bedspread more, and that was about all. "I hope we stay just like this forever. I want us to be tied together in every way."

"Someday," he said quietly, contentment filling his expression.

"We should go fishing. And stone skipping. You know I practiced both while we were apart. The stone skipping is a skill I never mastered."

"You're sweet. We need to start doin' things you like," he said, fatigue edged his tone.

"We do what I like all the time, tonight for example." My brows wiggled as best they could based on my position. "Your ass sore?"

"A little. In a good way. I get why you stayed on me to try. It's different than bein' on top. It felt like my entire body was in on the orgasm."

He was right. I'm glad he liked it. I wanted us to be together in every way.

"I'm being invited out more since the mock trial," I murmured, glad to finally have some friends.

"Go, you don't have to babysit me," Beau said.

"No, I want you to come with me sometime. You might like some of them. Maybe we'd get some couple friends."

Beau looked doubtful even if he didn't say the words aloud.

"I've been thinking…"

Beau interrupted me. "When aren't you thinkin', plannin', strategizin' somethin'?"

Okay, valid point, but I didn't need to give Beau the win aloud. "We could move somewhere along the coast of Texas. I could drive into Houston to work. Maybe you start the charter service you wanted to."

Beau shook his head, his facial expression changed again. "I need time before I go back there. I heard my grandparents' house was torn down."

Oh no, I'd taken a conversational wrong turn. I didn't want him to be sad tonight. I reached for his cheek as I murmured my apology. "We could do it anywhere, I'm sure. Maybe at the cape or Coronado or Miami," I said. "I think we'd like Miami."

A yawn slipped from Beau. "Probably. It's hot there. I need some sleep; I got lost in lookin'. Can we continue this tomorrow, if you want?"

"Sure. Go to sleep. I'm going to lay here looking at you this time. Score of one to ten, did you like bottoming," I asked.

"I'll give it a nine to leave room for whatever else you have planned for us." A small grin lifted the corners of his mouth. "Do you want me to stay awake?"

"No, go to sleep. I'll probably study," I said. He gave an immediate nod and closed his eyes.

I didn't know happiness like this existed. At least I'd never seen or heard of it. I reached for his cheek again. He turned to his belly, lying flat with his face still to me. His warm body sidled up against my side. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"Everything." Sleep tugged him under. I'd have to remember to give my appreciation in the morning. I reached for a coursebook on my side's nightstand, lifting my back against the headboard. Beau's body adjusted until he was flush against my hip and leg.

Yeah, he had nothing to be thankful for. The gratitude was all mine. I loved him more and more each day that passed. Apparently love was in fact immeasurable, not quantifiable. Who knew?

I refocused on the book in my lap, needing to pay closer attention to my studies. A damned hard feat with Beau here with me. What an enchanting thought to think we'd be just this happy forever.