Hopeless (Chestnut Springs, #5)(85)

His broad palms slide up my thighs, my ribs, over my shoulders until he frames my face with them and pushes my hair back behind my ears. “Still not letting my guard down. Not when I’ve got you to keep safe.”

A shiver races down my spine as I stare back at him. All I can offer is a nod.

I don’t think anyone has ever prioritized keeping me safe.

The weight of his gaze is almost more than I can manage, so I drop it and go back to touching him. My fingertips travel the light dusting of hair along the top of his shorts. I pull at the waistline, then tug harder, wanting them off. Gone. Wanting to explore.

Wanting his skin on mine.

Between the two of us, they get tugged down, slid off his legs, and forgotten.

Forgotten because all I can see is the massive cock laid across his masculine stomach. I take in everything. Muscled thighs. Heavy balls. The vein that runs up the underside of his length, pulsing.

I mean, yeah, I’ve watched porn, but it’s not the same. It’s like watching the National Geographic channel and saying you’ve seen a lion in the wild.

One of these things is not like the other.

I kneel beside him, and my tongue darts out.

“Keep looking at my dick like that while licking your lips and I’ll be in your mouth instead of your pussy.”

I flush, eyes flashing up to his. “I want both.”

“You’ll always get everything you want. I promise.” The need, the want, the lust radiating between us are downright electric. “Take it.”

My eyes widen, brain stumbling through the fog of my hormones. “Take what?”

His tanned hand reaches down, wrapping around his girth. He jerks once, then twice. It reminds me of watching him come on me, marking me while I fell apart under his watchful gaze.

“Take my cock and put it in your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me, Bailey.”

I lick my lips again as I glance down at his penis. The darker head looks so smooth.

“Fuck,” he mutters, fingers gripping the base of it tightly as a pearl of pre-cum forms at the tip. “Bailey if you don—”

He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. I’m salivating for him. I lean forward, wrapping my hand around him for a taste.

I want to know how it feels to hold that part of him in my mouth. To see how he might react.

My tongue darts out, lapping up the liquid, and Beau groans. When I peek up, his eyes are at half-mast and fixed on me.

He moves his hands away, folds them behind his head, and leans back like he’s ready to take in some sort of show.

Nerves hit me.

I don’t fucking know what I’m doing. What if I do it all wrong? What if he hates it?

“You’re perfect, Bailey.” His words soothe me instantly. He reads me like a book and knew exactly what was running through my head.

Perfect.

I’m not sure there’s any such thing, but I let myself bask in the compliment anyway. I let it encourage me as I slip my lips down over the swollen head of his cock. I feel every ridge with my tongue, every silky-smooth expanse.

I explore, and he lets me.

I lick. I suck. I fill my mouth with Beau, and the noises of pleasure he makes are all I hear.

Fuck, yes.

Just like that.

You’re doing so well.

The more he talks to me, the better I feel. The bolder I feel.

I push further down, feeling the blunt tip of him at the back of my throat. I gag when I go too far.

“Easy, Bailey.” He swipes a hand over my hair. “You don’t have to go that far. Everything you do feels so good.”

I pull up, flushing as his praise wraps around me. “It’s okay?”

His cheeks are rosy too, eyes a little shiny, like he’s had too many drinks. Except I know he’s drunk on me.

“Best I’ve ever had. The only thing that’s not okay is that I’m going to finish in your mouth if you keep it up. And that would be a waste when we both know what you really want is my cum in your pussy.”

My eyes flutter shut as gooseflesh breaks out across my skin. I do want that, but god. Hearing him say it out loud?

His hands pull me up to him as a knowing chuckle rumbles in his chest. “You like it when I say things like that, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” I murmur, kissing his shoulder as he lays me over him.

“You do. I just watched your nipples get harder right as your cheeks got even pinker.” He lifts me higher, sucking one nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation, and jerk when he nips gently. “I can’t wait to find out what else drives you crazy.” His damp lips drag across the valley between my breasts. “You like it when I tell you what to do?”

I kiss his skin again, trying to act more coy than I’m feeling inside. I do like it. “Maybe.”

He sucks my opposite nipple, and a rush of wetness pools between my legs.

He smiles against my breast before a sharp nip once again leaves me gasping.

“Well, in that case, quit fucking around and sit on my cock, Bailey.”

His massive hands circle my waist, and I rise above him, nipples glistening with his saliva, pink indents from his teeth beside them. My blood thunders through my veins as I gaze down at this beautiful, protective man who’s given me everything and more and asked for almost nothing in return.

He says he loves me, and I don’t know how to process that, but I want to feel it all the same.