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Beau nods. "Tanner told me." He looks back to the redhead, still glaring maliciously at me. "You will leave Ryan alone from now on, Ashlyn."
The bitch scoffs, "You don't tell me what to do." She crosses her arms and smirks. "You aren't around twenty-four-seven, Beau."
He moves me, so I'm behind him like he's trying to protect me but fuck that! I move to his side as he faces Ashlyn. "I'm sure your father would love to keep his job in the sales department. I hear he's good at it and even paid cash for that new car you now drive."
I tighten my lips, so I don't laugh at his threat. It's not that I agree with it, and I do not condone it, but damn, it feels so good to see him put Ashlyn in her place. I look over at the redhead to see her response, and it's just as he wanted. Ashlyn shuts the fuck up, straightens, and lets out a huff before stomping away.
Once she's gone, Beau turns back to me. "I'm sorry about that, Ry."
Grinning at Ashlyn’s back, I then look at him and say, "I'm not; that was funny as hell. Thank you for sticking up for me, but I could have easily kicked her ass."
He grins back at me. "You have been fighting your battles alone for far too long. It's time you let someone else take over."
My heart races at hearing him say this.Is he for real? If Beau's actions, these past few weeks haven't done much to persuade me to give him a chance…his words just now do.
I only have about fifteen minutes before Beau will be at my house. I unlock my door and race up the stairs to freshen up and make my bed. He's seen me at my worst, so I don't know why I'm being so paranoid about this. Nevertheless, I brush my teeth and make sure I'm fresh inall areas, just in case.
I'm just finishing up making my bed when I jump at the sound of his voice. "You didn't have to go through all the trouble of making your bed, Ry."
I turn and see him leaning his shoulder against my doorframe with his arms crossed like he's been standing there for a while. "You know, our doorbell does work." I smile.
He shrugs and pushes away from the door. "I figured we are past that…aren't we?"
He reaches out and yanks me to him. "I don't know. Are we?" I whisper as I stare at his lips.
"Keep staring at me like that, and I may get the wrong impression, Ryan." His voice is thick with lust, and he's no longer smiling.
I move my eyes upward until they meet his. "What impression would that be?"
My pulse races, and my core throbs at the same speed. I want Beau. I want him more than I ever thought I would. I don't know how far I'm willing to go, but I do know I want more of him. I want to taste him, but I've never done it without the intent of getting high or already being high.
"The impression that you want me…" He presses against me, and I can feel his hardness rub against me.
Licking my lips, I slide my hand between us and cup the bulge protruding from his jeans. "Maybe I do."
"Jesus," he says under his breath as he closes his eyes and rasps my name, "Ryan."
Standing up on my toes, I press my mouth to his as I work the button open on his jeans and, ever so slowly, pull the zipper down. Before I slip my hand inside, I ask the question I already know the answer to, "May I?"
With his mouth still against mine and his hot breath fanning my lips, one word leaves his mouth, "Yes."
My hand slips past the waistband of his underwear, and it's there. It's girthier than Brock's, and as my hand slides across the length, I find that it's longer as well. I swallow hard at the thought of taking him into my mouth. I never minded giving head to Brock, but I'm not sure how well I will fit Beau into my mouth.
I pull his length from the confines of his jeans and stroke him a few times. Feeling the bead of pre-cum at his tip, I smear it around before bringing my thumb to my lips. Beau watches rapturously as I suck his essence from my digit. He then grabs the back of my head, and with a groan, he takes my lips in a hungry kiss. My hand goes back to wrap around him, and I begin stroking the steel rod covered in silk.
"Fuck, Ryan…" Beau breathes against my mouth.
"I want to taste you, Beau," my voice is just above a whisper.
"You don't have to, Ryan…"
"I want to. I want it more than my next breath…" It's true. I feel as though I may die if I don't take him into my mouth. It's a craving that I need to quench.
He pulls back just a bit, and I'm not sure if there is something in my eyes telling him I want him to do it, but his hand moves to my shoulder, and he presses down until I'm kneeling before him. I don't move to take him into my mouth just yet. I look up at him, and I wait.
Looking down at me, Beau caresses my head until, finally, he says the words I've been waiting for, "Open up for me, baby."
I moan around Beau, vibrating his length and causing him to thrust in deeper. He lets me set my own pace as he grips my hair but controls it if it gets too overwhelming for him. The one thing I love about going down on a guy is our power over them. Whether we are in control or not, it's still up to us whether they come.
