Snared(83)

He made quick work of my shirt and bra, moving deftly for a man with only one hand with full motion. We stood there, topless, in front of each other. Our eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and there was just enough light coming in from the street light outside for me to see his dark eyes drinking in every inch of me.

“I want it all, April.” His low voice made my stomach tingle and desire zing through my body.

“Take it all,” I whispered, resting my hands on the button of his jeans. I unbuttoned them slowly, my eyes locked onto his. He smirked, the one I loved so much and then mirrored my actions, his one hand slowly working on my pants. Wanting to help, I assisted his efforts. I couldn’t wait for that cast to come off, too. I wanted him right now, fast, hard, and however we could get it, but I also wanted to enjoy every single second of what was happening right now. There had been times I’d thought we’d never be close like this again, and I needed to be thankful for every second of this.

Beau was mumbling under his breath, but I didn’t worry what he was saying because his gentle touch on my skin told me it was his way of worshiping me. I didn’t need to hear him—I felt his words. My pants dropped to the floor, him working faster than me. He hooked his fingers in the string sides of my thong and pulled me to him.

“I’ve woken up hard so many mornings dreaming of you, but I refused to allow myself to think I could have this again. I didn’t think I deserved it.”

I shoved his pants to the floor and took his shaft in my hand, enjoying the soft skin around his hard length. He hissed, pushing into my hand automatically as I alternated pressure with soft strokes. “You deserve everything and then some.” I lifted my face so I could kiss him.

He growled, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as we lost control, our mouths tasting, nipping, and devouring each other. The fingers of his good hand traveled south, cupping me through the scrap of lace I was still wearing. I squirmed, needing him. He held the back of my head with his other hand. The hard cast was rough on my scalp, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was his tongue caressing mine and his fingers skating across my sensitive skin.

I panted into his mouth as he moved the small piece of lace to the side and sunk two fingers inside me. Beau sucked my tongue into his mouth, his fingers and tongue in tandem. I pumped him harder, feeling him grow longer with every stroke.

He stepped forward, pushing me until I hit the edge of my bed. He withdrew from me completely, watching me with hooded eyes as I slid the thong off of my legs and dropped it to the floor. He drank in every part of me, his eyes starting on my face and heading to my chest, then to my stomach and finally where I was open and ready for him. He began stroking himself, and I watched.

“Touch yourself,” Beau said. I watched as he continued gripping himself. I’d never done that in front of anyone before, but he made me want to . . .

I reached my hand down and felt how aroused I already was. The second my fingers began working against my sensitive skin Beau’s eyes widened, and he dropped his hand from his dick. He caged himself around me and attacked my mouth, moaning as he put his hand on top of mine and guided me into myself. This was . . . hot. His fingers moved with mine, rubbing and teasing as I sighed into his mouth.

“Baby, that feels so good,” he whispered against my mouth. “You like that?”

I nodded, words escaping me. I reached for him, but he moved out of my grasp, his mouth trailing a path of desire down my neck and to my breast. He continued pushing his fingers inside of me as he swirled his tongue around my pebbled nipple.

“Beau.” I arched my back, the sensations taking over my body. He wasn’t even close to entering me yet, and I already wanted to let go. His lips traveled to my other breast, biting my nipple softly as I cried out, holding on to his head as he headed south. Oh God, he was going to . . . I was never going to survive it.

He kneeled next to my bed, his eyes glancing up at me and then back to watch his fingers move inside me. “So fucking sweet.” He blew a cool breath across my flushed skin and I writhed. I was so close.

Beau gripped my thigh and pulled me so I was hanging off the edge of the bed. Before I could register he’d removed his fingers, his mouth was on me. He moved his tongue in and out and then sucked my clit into his mouth. I bucked my hips off the bed and moved my head back and forth, the sensation so great I could hardly handle it.

When he added his fingers back, I lost control. My body shuddered on him, and I rode him with abandon, calling his name out over and over. As I came down, he began kissing the insides of my thighs, and then my lower stomach, my breasts, and back up to my mouth.