I gripped my cock to help steady myself, squeezing tightly as Beau shifted to better absorb the weight of my body.
“Ohmigod,” I hissed.
Beau’s heavy breath huffed against my ear as my being betrayed me. I went limp, caught between both of Beau’s strong arms. The decadent way he destroyed my ass continued, bouncing me up and down at his will.
My head swayed back and forth as he worked me over.
“Only you.” Beau’s sweet husky vow melted me.
As soon as I could form words again, I’d tell him the same thing.
Beau
The sensual hums and moans whispered from Dash spurred me on. A new twist in our bedroom play was that Dash consistently wanted me to go at him hard and fast. The rise and fall of my body exerted energy that I’d apparently been saving during our brief stint of abstinence.
I writhed, moving instinctually in the way Dash wanted, but, hell, I did have my limits. Sweat trickled from my hairline, also coating my chest. The silky feel of his skin rubbing against mine resonated in a place that belonged entirely to him.
Dash’s slack arm circled my neck, holding him up.
The way my arms caged him in, he wasn’t going anywhere until we were through.
The crescendo of dazzling pleasure and total dominance kept me rocking up into Dash’s ass, then taking him down with me, ass to heels. The pace was wild and frenzied, my stomach muscles working with my thighs to make this perfect for the purring man in my arms.
The moment was beautifully devastating. The binds between us tightened a notch. Where did I begin and he end? We were one. Always to be one.
Dash
“I’m close… Be ready,” Beau said, his husky command hoarse and gravelly. He gently knocked my head off his shoulder to carefully place me down on the mattress. I’d lost all focus. My body exquisitely vibrated and hummed. My guy owned me, body and soul. When I woke up in the morning, I’d be centered and balanced, ready to find the answers I sought to establish our future.
Beau never stopped grinding against me, but he used his strong grip to lift my hips, shoving a pillow underneath me. This was his signature move to get me where he wanted me. He plundered my ass, both his hands gripping my shoulders as I huffed and puffed, grunting loudly with each driving thrust. He drove harder and deeper. He was so damned good at hitting my prostate every single time.
“Touch yourself…Dash.”
The bed frame rattled, taking a solid beating as my body bounced up and down under his demanding thrusts. The musky scent of our sex reached my soul. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the room.
I whimpered, begging him to finish, so I could too. I shuddered involuntarily before I tensed from head to toe. My ass contracted tightly around him. Darkness engulfed the bright fireworks show behind my lids. It was all it took. His wild thrusts never slowed, but his rhythm faltered.
Rapture crashed over me in mind-numbing waves of ecstasy. I rode wave after wave. Beau’s shout and spilling seed somehow made it better.
In the deepest of trances, darkness claimed me into an inviting sleep.
5: The Arch Nemesis
Beau
Dallas, Texas
I lounged against the sofa, one arm casually draped over the back. With Dash’s cell phone in hand, I gave up the pretense of listening to the conversation in front of me. Two important findings to note: Who knew cell phones hadTetris? And legal jargon was mind numbing and impossible to follow. Dr. Harris’s visit created some issues for me. The most important one was how many stifled yawns I could hide in one night.
My thumbs danced deftly over the phone’s keypad, my gaze glued to the small screen.Tetrishad never been my thing, but as well as I played, maybe I was some sort of prodigy. I pondered if gaming might be the career path for my future. Maybe I needed the new Xbox.
“Babe,” Dash said, his palm resting on my thigh. That touch was the only thing that could tear me away from the game. In a split second, I glanced at his hand, then up to his face, before shifting my concentration back to the phone.
Maybe as long as a minute passed when the silence in the room drew my stare back to Dash. If I read his expression correctly, he was astonished or maybe incredulous.
“What?” I said, defensively raising the hand resting along the back of the sofa, not nearly ready to part with the phone.
“You weren’t listening to Dr. Harris?” Dash snapped. My eyes narrowed a small degree as I judged the sincerity of the question.
