Page 105 of The Tartan Thesis

Then his hot, wet mouth engulfs me, and all is right in the world. I surrender to the exquisite sensation as he swallows me down, my fingers running through his hair, encouraging him to take me deeper. He presses his tongue harder to the vein underneath, squeezing me perfectly; my hips buck, my spine arching when he begins to massage my balls, Beau giving a masterclass in pleasure and wonder.

He hums his approval, his tongue swirling as he pulls back, mouth gliding up and down the first few inches, stroking me slowly. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Then his lips, those fucking perfect lips, take me to the root, and I feel the back of his throat constrict around me. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as pleasure floods every nerve ending.

I shuffle, managing to get my elbows underneath me so I can watch his gorgeous face. He looks up at me as he hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, reading me, an intense stare that dares me to try to resist him.

“God, Beau,” I gasp. “You’re so fucking sexy. No one has”—moan—“ever made me feel this good before.” He hums again, picking up the pace and milking me tip to base, his stroking hand driving me wild.

And he’s too good. I can’t do it. I can’t hold back.

“Beau.” I lean forward, try to pull him off. He releases my cock long enough to gather my arms, fold them over my abs, and hold them in place with one strong hand, the other still working up and down. Slowly. Gently.

“This isn’t the only time you’re going to come tonight,” he says, so sure of himself, staring me down, waiting for my consent to continue.

I nod, and he goes back down on me, sending me into a new plane of existence. He closes his eyes and I writhe beneath him, my moans turning to whimpers as I lie on my back and try, and fail, to make it last longer.

“Beau, I’m—fuck—I’m—” I shout, and he keeps his merciless rhythm despite my bucking hips, the intensity building, expanding. He buries my cock in his throat again, and I look down as his beautiful blue eyes fly open, silently commanding me to surrender. My body obeys as I arch off the mattress, riding an orgasm of pulsing, endless ecstasy.

He releases my wrists and my now sensitive cock, and I fall back onto the bed, gasping for air.

He leans down over me, kissing me sweetly while I recover, and I can taste myself on his lips and tongue.

“That was fucking incredible,” I say when I finally come back down to Earth from wherever his mouth sent me. Somehow, I still want more.

“Told you,” he says with a cocky grin before kissing me again. “And that’s just the start.”

I push him back before he can make it about me again. I need to taste him.

“Your turn,” I say, hoping he’ll let me take care of him this time.

He pulls me up and into his arms, my mouth crashing into his as I lead him to the leather reading chair in the corner. I reach down and undo his belt and jeans.

No more saying please. I need to make him feel as good as he made me. A tall order, but I intend to try.

I sink to my knees and push his jeans and boxers down around his ankles. He sits back, massive legs spread wide, and then I’m face-to-face with the magnificent reality of him—thick, flushed, and pulsing with need.

“You weren’t lying, then,” I say, mouth watering. “Nothing wee about you.”

His laugh transforms into a deep, primal groan as I take him between my lips. I’ve never been great with my throat, and he’s too big to figure it out now, but I put my all into it. His repeated purrs of “good boy” and the salty taste of pre-cum reassure me I’m doing just fine. He strokes my hair and the side of my face, and fuck, he’s even good at getting sucked, his responses bringing my erection back in seconds.

We’re both in bliss, but it isn’t enough for either of us. He pulls me off him, and I miss his taste already, but I know what comes next, and I need it. The yearning I feel is exhilarating. And terrifying. But there’s no holding myself back from Beau. Not anymore.

He pulls me up as he stands, stepping out of his jeans and boxers as he kisses me.

Finally, he’s completely naked. And it’s all for me.

I leap backward onto the bed so I can watch that perfect body move as he walks toward me, looking every bit the part of a superhero, but without all that pesky spandex in the way.

He leans over me, tongue teasing, swirling, dancing with mine, his hands at my sides, then he pulls me to the edge of the bed, pushes my legs back as he kneels, spits on my opening, and presses his lips to me, exploring with heavy licks, then devouring me like a starved man at a Hogmanay feast. His fingers dig into my thighs, pulling me closer to his insatiable mouth.

I moan and beg. Plead for him to fuck me because even Beau’s talented tongue won’t suffice now I’ve seen all that he has to offer. His eyes lock with mine, drinking in my desperation, watching me as I unravel for him again. He’s patient, and it’s driving me crazy.

When he finally decides I’ve begged enough, he stands and kisses me again, sliding himself up and down between the firm globes of my ass, and we moan into each other’s mouths.

He disappears briefly before I hear a bottle popping open. I look down to see him rubbing the liquid along his immense length. My dick throbs, but I don’t touch it. Not yet.

I can’t believe this is about to happen.

My trepidation must show because Beau leans down over me, gives me the sweetest kiss, and says, “I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. I told you I’d fuck his name out of your memory, and I will, but not till you’re ready. Understand?”