“You like rubbing one off for me, don’t you?” I whispered huskily. My tone sounded more like a purr as my body heated, lost to the show of my gorgeous guy getting off.
“Always do.” The view changed again. The laptop was left on the bed, showing me a direct shot of his ass. Jesus, I had nothing on Beau’s ability to entice as his wet fingers came into view. My gaze locked on the screen. I lifted on an elbow to see better. Beau spread his ass cheeks open and pushed his fingers inside his hole.
“You’re beautiful. That’s my hand driving in your ass.”
“Oh,” he began, saying the whisper on repeat.
“Find the gland, Beau. Like I’d do if I was there.” He did what I asked, taking his fingers deeper. His undulating hips didn’t disappoint. I knew they wouldn’t, I’d seen that same reaction during our sex, over and over again. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I’m not fightin’ it. I’m strokin’ my cock too,” Beau hissed, turning his head toward the screen. The pump of his hips swayed with his fingers driving into his ass. His narrowed eyes had me back to forcing my cock through my fist. Dammit, if the look on Beau’s face wasn’t enough to force my orgasm free.
I joined Beau’s moment, imagining his calloused palm working me to my end. The image of Beau gripping me, stroking my pulsating cock to completion became the only thing I saw. My nerve endings tingled and their electric tentacles raced over my body, which hummed in response. I gripped my cock tighter, bucking up and down as my release surged from my balls.
“I’m gonna come…” The universe knew that I tried to watch him, but when I started this, I’d had no idea how completely this would get me off. I fisted the bed sheets, my feet drawing up under my bent legs. I was on fire as I reached for my sac, my balls drawn into my body. The intensity of pleasure proved to be too much.
How did he still fill me with such blinding need?
I didn’t want to miss Beau’s release expression—it was hot as fuck—but my orgasm erupted of its own will, splattering come against my belly and chest. I rode the orgasm out with my jaw clamped, my muscles seizing, my breath stuck between exhale and inhale. Somehow, I caught the moment Beau plopped to his back, his cock straining as his orgasm emptied in the same way mine did.
“Aghh…yes!” Beau exclaimed. I watched in awe as Beau screwed his eyes shut tightly, his head thrown back, his chest arching off the mattress. What I didn’t see, but knew without question was there, were his full lips parted slightly as he mumbled incoherently. The same gestures he made every single time we were together intimately. My body shook at the intensity of my emotions, proud to have captured such a beautiful man’s love. Beau was exceptionally put together.
“Fuck,” Beau panted. The expected yawn followed.
“Use the wipes,” I instructed. Usually, cleaning us after sex was my job. “You’ll sleep better if you’re clean.”
Beau barely moved, only lifting a hand to the wipe-warmer on top of the nightstand. He gave one swipe up his chest.Another followed the same path as the first before wadding the towelettes together. I felt certain that his toss didn’t make it to the wastebasket tucked close to the mattress.
“Did you set your alarm to pick Scott up at the airport?” I asked. Beau turned on his side, facing the laptop, drawing the soft, plush throw over his body.
“I wish you were here. I like to cuddle you after we do it,” he said. “Don’t tell Scott my secret.”
I grinned while watching him draw a pillow into his arms, knowing that it would be me anchored there, usually not in a comfortable way.
“I liked tonight. Thank you. Keep the laptop on, I wanna watch you sleep.”
“You gotta stop spendin’. We’re on a budget.” A heavy breath followed as Beau fell asleep. I left the mattress for the bathroom and was back within a minute. I enjoyed watching Beau at rest. He always looked so peaceful and relaxed. I missed him desperately.
He had seven and a half hours before he had to rise and go to the airport to pick Scott up. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t grab a book or use my laptop to study. I lay there, alone, watching Beau, so thankful for the life we were forging together.
“I love you,” I said quietly. I received a perfectly timed snore in return. “I can’t wait for you to get here. We’re starting over again. Funny how we keep doing that. Maybe this time will stick.” My hand fisted in reaction to the need to reach out and touch my guy. I tucked the pillow under my cheek and continued to stare for several hours. What a love we shared.
Beau
Dallas, Texas
A rare cool front pushed through Dallas, making today, late in May, feel almost like early springtime. The sun shone, a gentle breeze blew over us every now and again, and the birds were chirping their little tunes. All positive signs for the official relocation day.
“Fuck, Brooks,” Scott said in his most annoying whiny tone. “Why couldn’t you move from Dallas when it wasn’t so fuckin’ hot?” Clearly, he had no idea how truly heated the DFW area got this time of year. He also followed right on my tail from the house to the bed of my pickup truck, a couple packed boxes in his hands.
“What did he say?” Dash asked from the earbud currently stuck inside my ear.
“He said it’s hot here,” I said. This back and forth, repeating what the other said was getting old fast. Since Dash had insisted on being on the phone every leg of the trip, I felt like twenty hours from now was going to be my breaking point.
“Right?” Dash answered. “But it’s chilly here. I’m still wearing a jacket and long pants. Make sure you have your jackets or coats handy. It’s not expected to warm up for another few weeks.”
“We got ’em in the cab.” I hoisted myself into the truck bed, scooting the boxes in was like playing a game of Tetris.
“What’d he say?” Scott asked, pushing each of his loads toward me. I rose to my full height, stretching out my shoulder and arm to help release the tightness there.
