Chapter 27

I squeeze my eyes shut, then snap them open, then squeeze them shut again. I can't decide whether I want to run through the multiplication table so I don't come prematurely or if I want to watch Beau's face as he watches his dick disappear into my body.

I finally settle on the latter. This is our first time together—it might be our only time together. I'd be a fool to miss any second of it.

Beau's face is a wonder. Lips parted; pupils dilated. He looks like he's witnessing a miracle unfolding before his very eyes. I've never seen anyone more beautiful before. I doubt I ever will.

Beau's cock is big, long and thick and textbook perfect. It stretches me open and rearranges my insides to make room for itself. It's never felt so good to bottom before, to welcome someone else into me and realize how immaculately we fit together.

And we do fit. All the way to the hilt, filling me up so completely there's not a spare inch left. He's hot too, a burning rod searing me from the inside out. I haven't gone bareback like this since the days of my misguided youth, and oh my god, I've forgotten how good it is.

Or maybe it's just Beau who's that good. His big, calloused hands run up my thighs and wrap around my waist. Every little muscle in his arms and chest and stomach stands out in sharp relief like he's fighting to hold himself still. He's got a look of intense focus on his face and he's breathing through his mouth like he's psyching himself up for a big lift.

I put my hand on top of his. "Hey."

His gaze flicks up to mine and he blinks a couple times before his expression softens. "Hey."

"Come here."

He leans forward, the change in position pushing his cock even deeper. A whimper escapes me as Beau slides his hands under my shoulders and wriggles his hips into the cradle of my legs. I lock my ankles behind his back and card my fingers through his hair.

I don't know how many times I've dreamed of this moment—jacked off to my mind's creation of it. But the reality is so much better than my imagination. There's no way I could've known how deep his cock would reach, or conjured up the gentle tickle of his treasure trail on the underside of my dick. I couldn't have known exactly how heavy he'd be on top of me or the specific angle of our lips as he kisses me like I'm the most precious thing on the planet.

It's all so flawless and so magnificent. I get it now, that look Beau had—this is pretty fucking miraculous.

"Oh fuck, G, you feel so good," Beau murmurs against my lips as he rolls his hips. He's barely pulling out before grinding himself into me again, like he can't bear to leave me, like he wants to crawl right into my body and stay there forever.

Beau kisses the tip of my nose, each of my eyelids, the point of my chin. Then lower, under my chin, my Adam's apple. He sucks on my pulse point and lashes my neck with his tongue. All the while, his hips are moving in that measured, unhurried pace.

I've never had sex like this, where I want to stay here and have it go on forever. Where the goal is connection, intimacy, pausing time to savor and dwell in the other person. This is the kind of sex that changes a man. It breaks him down and dismantles him and when he manages to put himself back together—if he manages—he'll never be the same again. I won't ever be the same again.

"Beau."

He brings his mouth back to me and our tongues dance to the same rhythm as our bodies, slow and sweet and heart-wrenchingly good. Beau's ruined me for other men. He's devastated me.

My dick is trapped between our stomachs, so hard and sensitive that the drag of Beau's skin against the length is a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure. The swollen, engorged head bumps against the unyielding muscles of his abdomen, and my balls feel ripe to explode.

Pressure builds deep in me, urging me out of the bliss of the moment. I clamp down on Beau's cock in my ass and he hisses, but he gets the message. He pulls out halfway and snaps his hips forward. The impact sets off a spark and flames of pleasure race through me.

"Do that again. Yes! Fuck me, Beau. Oh god, fuck me!"

He does. With sweat dripping off his face and onto mine, Beau drives into me with every ounce of his two-hundred-pound frame. He hits parts of me I didn't know existed. He lights me up until every inch of my skin tingles and stars flash in my vision. He stares into my eyes like he doesn't want to miss a single second, like he wants to peer into my very soul.

"Fuck! Beau!" My orgasm erupts in a cascade of blinding pleasure that knocks the air out of my lungs. I arch off the bed and thrash around. Searing heat rushes along the length of my cock as my balls turn themselves inside out.

"Fuck! G!" Beau rams into me and holds himself there as he shakes and convulses. His cum is molten lava as it paints my guts, and knowing that I've got the essence of him inside me makes my orgasm crest again.

I love him. God, I love him so fucking much, and I won't be able to stop myself from babbling it out loud. I slam my mouth over his, pouring everything I feel into that kiss. All the tender affection I have for him, how much I cherish every moment we spend together, this gift he's given me tonight. I tell him with my lips and tongue and hope that that will be enough.