“You’re right,” he says. “You are good with your hands.”
I squeeze tighter, stroke faster, and Beau’s breathing loses rhythm. I need him to touch me—my body is begging for it—but I ignore the urges as I focus on bringing him as close to the edge as I can.
I want to see that usual frenetic energy burst from him, leaving him boneless and still.
“Kiss me,” he begs.
I tilt my face up and catch his mouth with mine. Soft lips and needy gasps are all that’s between us. I still can’t get it out of my head that it’s Beau I’m doing this with. Beau, who I’ve known forever. Beau, who I caught jerking off and haven’t been able to think of anything else since.
Marty will fucking kill me.
But for tonight, I don’t care.
We’re both single. We both need this. And we’re both taking advantage of every second.
Beau thrusts into my fist, faster and faster, breathing ragged. He breaks from my mouth on a string of curses, and as his hips fall out of rhythm, he stiffens beneath my hold.
“Payne …”
His cock throbs as he comes, and I keep stroking him, working him through every drop. I end up with his cum all over me, but Beau doesn’t stop for a breather. He yanks my filthy shirt up over my head and tosses it to the floor, then leans down to nip my shoulder. He sucks a mark against my skin, then presses his lips to my ear.
“I want to taste you. Please.”
I growl and lift my hips to shove my sleep shorts down my thighs. Beau scrambles off my lap to kneel in front of me and tugs at my shorts until they’re around my calves. Then he leans forward and presses his face to my abs. “These are fucking divine. Damn, I wish I came on them instead.”
Yesss. That would have been hot. Maybe if we play our cards right, we might get to make another attempt at that.
But right now, it’s my cock that needs attention. “Beau.” His name comes out needier than I mean it to. “Suck on me.”
The second his hot, wet mouth wraps around my cock, it’s heaven. I moan, long and loud and completely unrestrained. There’s nothing hotter than seeing that glazed look take over his face when he works his mouth lower and tighter over my shaft. He doesn’t dive in and try to get it over with; he takes his time. Licking and tasting, he pulls back to suck on the tip, and his eyes flutter closed before he takes a deep breath, then slowly sucks me down, all the way into his throat.
I have to hold back from thrusting, he’s so tight. My cock is weeping, reveling in the attention, and there are zaps of pleasure racing from the base of my spine to my balls. I let Beau set the pace, let him take total control, and the way he’s humming and working me over is hot as fuck.
“Shit, you look like you love that.”
“You have no idea.” His voice comes out raspy, attention still locked on my dick. His lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, being a complete fucking cocktease every time that pink tongue darts out and licks along my slit.
“I’m close,” I breathe.
Beau dives on me. He bobs up and down with purpose, sucking hard, saliva running down to my balls. I can’t stop myself from reaching out and resting my hand on his head, coaxing him to a faster rhythm as I forcibly hold back from thrusting. Holy shit can Beau give good head.
My balls are drawing up tight even as I try to hold off, but I’m spiraling out of control. It feels amazing, tight, hot, slick … He cups my balls, tightens his hold, and fuuuck …
“I’m … I’m gonna …”
I finally give in and start to thrust, and the sound Beau makes when he gags on my cock is so fucking obscene, it’s all over. My orgasm smacks me in the face so hard my head drops back against the couch as I hold Beau in place, making sure he stays put until he’s caught every drop.
I wait until my cock stops throbbing, then loosen my hold to stroke my thumb along his cheek. “That was incredible.”
He reaches up to wipe his chin, then rests his head on my thigh. “Ah, so, there’s something I should probably tell you …”
I frown but stroke his cheek again and wait for him to go on.
“I have a teeny, tiny crush on you.”
12
Beau
The moment I take in the horrified look on Payne’s face, I know I’ve fucked up.
So much for saving my confession for the right time, when he was over his divorce and I had the smallest chance of him returning my feelings. Lust drunk and full of his cum was not on my list of options, but when I’d looked up at him from my knees, he’d taken my breath away.
This is … definitely not the reaction I was hoping for.
“You … you …” He shakes his head. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
And even though he usually jokes to lighten the mood, I know this isn’t one of those times. I laugh anyway. “No.”
“Then … what”—he yanks his shorts back up—“what do you mean?”
Great, now he’s going to make me spell it out for him. That sounds like a really fun time for me. I tuck myself back away and drop onto the couch beside him. My insides are in knots, but I’m going to pretend like this is no big deal, because I don’t want to scare Payne back out of my life.
“A crush. It’s nothing, seriously. Please don’t worry about it. I’ve had it for years, and it’s never caused any issues. “
“Years?” If possible, his eyes get wider. “How many?”
“Umm …” I play with the bottom of my T-shirt. “Since high school …”
“Ah, fuck.” Payne leans forward and props his elbows on his knees before burying his face in his hands.
“Look, I swear you don’t need to worry. I know it’s not returned, and I’m okay with that, but I was hoping we could do something like that again, and I figured you should know that first.” Even if I totally undersold how much I feel for him.
“Beau …” He turns to me with pity in his eyes, and I hold up my hand.
“No. Nope. No sympathy here. I’m okay with you not feeling the same way, and I mean, can you blame me? You were part of my whole sexual awakening. You’re hot and kind, you always make time for people and make sure they’re comfortable when they’re really, really not …”
I’m trying to reassure him, but the more I talk, the more wary his eyes become.
“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t know. If I did, I never would have—”
I snort. “I don’t need your pity. I knew about my feelings, and I was more than happy for that to happen, knowing it might be the one and only time. I like being attracted to you. It’s better than me crushing on someone who’s an asshole to me.”
“I feel like an asshole.”
“You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you.”
“You should have.”
“Why? So you could make my choices for me?”
He lets out a heavy breath. “You’ve been good to me. I don’t want to hurt you, Beau, but I’m going through a divorce. This was—”
“If you say a mistake, you will hurt me.”
He gives me a sad smile. “No mistake—I knew what I was doing. I’m attracted to you, and I was interested in it happening again, but not now. Emotionally, I have nothing to offer you.”