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He pumped that finger deep, slowly, then faster, curling it just right and finding that G-spot that, apparently, other men had difficulty with. “You have no fucking idea how hard it’s been to keep only loving you with my fingers and mouth, Bec. No—” He thrust deep then pulled out. “Fucking.” He thrust again. “Idea.” Then he added a second finger. “But you have beenverywell taken care of.”
“Beau,” she gasped, her head falling forward. “Yes.”
“Tell me how many orgasms I’ve given you, Miss Bollier,” he said.
She’d told him how the young students in the classrooms where she’d done some work for one of her classes had called her Miss Bollier. He’d loved how sweet that sounded and now used it as a term of endearment at times.
At the moment, it sounded incredibly dirty.
“I—” She gasped as he put his thumb against her clit while still pumping with his two fingers. “Don’t. Know. So many.”
“So fucking many,” he agreed on a near growl. He circled her clit faster, squeezing and rolling her nipple.
She needed to move, but had no idea what to do. She was at his mercy. She circled her hips, trying to press closer even as his fingers were as deep as they could go.
He stopped moving his fingers, put his mouth against her ear, and pinched her nipple. “Stay still. This is all me.I’mgoing to make you come, Miss Bollier. Hard.”
“Beau,” she gasped. “Please.” Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt. She would walk back into the party with a very wrinkled dress and everyone would surely know why. That also turned her on. “Please.”
Suddenly, he pulled his hand away, but before she could protest, she felt his hands at the top of her panties. He stripped them down her legs, moving so fast she wobbled from the lack of support behind her.
“Give them to me,” he ordered brusquely when he got them to the tops of her boots.
She lifted one foot, then the other as he yanked her panties off.
Then he was back, one hand possessively covering her breast, teasing the nipple with the perfect pressure that he’d figured out she loved. The other dove between her legs, sliding into her wet heat easily with two fingers deep and that thick, callused thumb on her clit.
“If you want to move these hips, I’ll let you ride my face later. You can swivel and buck all you want then,” he told her, suddenly thrusting his fingers deep and fast. “You can grind this pussy against my mouth and coat my tongue.Later.But right now, I’m going to finger fuck you to orgasm, no help needed.”
She felt that orgasm bearing down, and she willed herself to stay still. God, she needed it. She let her head tip back onto his shoulder again, pressing her lips together, squeezing her eyes shut, and concentrating onnotmoving while Beau worked his fingers in and out.
He moved to add his third finger but growled. “I guess I have to spread you out wide on your bed to get three inside you, Miss Bollier. You’re too tight, like this.” Suddenly he dropped his hand from her breast to her thigh, wrapping a big, hot palm around it and lifting.
She gasped as he opened her thighs.
“Ah, there we go,” he said, sliding his third finger inside. Barely.
It was still a tight fit and had been the last time he’d done it too. Becca immediately felt her climax coiling deep and low.
“Oh,God,” she moaned. “Beau.”
“That’s right. Let me hear it. Let everyone hear it.”
She had no idea if anyone else had stepped outside, but the idea that someone possibly would overhear what Beau was doing to hear made heat arc through her like a bolt of electricity.
“Yes,yes,” she said, even louder.
His fingers moved faster, and deeper, and her orgasm was coiling, hot and intense.
“Coat my fingers, Becca. I need to taste you, and until I can get you back to your room and bury my face between your legs, this is how it’s gonna have to be.”
That was enough. She shot over the pinnacle, coming with a hard clench around his fingers, heat rolling through her, calling his name out. Anyone on the patio or even the front yard would definitely have heard that. And there would have been no mistaking that for anything other than a shout of pleasure.
“That’s right,” he praised, continuing to thrust his fingers deep but slower as the waves of her climax washed over her. “That’s my girl. That’s what I want to feel. Give me all that sweetness.”
Her body sagged against his as the waves began to fade and he finally pulled his hand away. The tingles remained, however, even without his touch.
“Turn around,” he ordered softly.
