Page 87 of Forsaken Oath

“Beau,” she gasps against my lips, her breath coming in short pants. “Please, I need . . .”

“What do you need, baby?” I rasp, nipping at her bottom lip. “Tell me.”

She whimpers, circling her hips in a slow groove. She doesn’t answer me with words. Nah, my girl goes after what she wants, and thank the fucking stars, today that’s me.

She leans back, her fingers finding the button of my jeans. With deft movements, she pops it open and tugs down the zipper.

“This,” she murmurs, slipping her hand inside.

My gaze ping-pongs between her perfect tits in my face and her hand. I suck in a breath, my hips jerking involuntarily when she drags a finger down my dick.

“Fuck me,” I breathe out.

She huffs a short laugh, pulling my cock free. Her fingers wrap around my cock, and we both gasp. And then I feel her pause, a soft “oh” escaping her perfect lips. It’s the perfect fucking ego boost, all the blood rushing to my dick.

And when she starts stroking me? Game fucking over.

“Peach,” I groan, my voice gravelly and strained.

Her touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through my body. She twists her wrist on the upstroke, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. But then she pauses, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“Beau,” she breathes, wonder coloring her tone. “Is that . . . you’re pierced.”

Eloise

I brushthe pad of my thumb over the metal barbell nestled just beneath the crown of his cock, marveling at the contrast of cool metal against hot, silky skin. A thrill races down my spineas I trace the curved edges, my mind spinning with the delicious possibilities of how that little piece of jewelry will feel inside of me.

There’s a fissure of worry buried underneath all that lust. It’s been . . . a while since I’ve been with anyone. And no one quite as big as Beau—or pierced. But I’ve heard stories of how amazing it feels, though. Is it wrong that I’m eager to experience it?

It feels like I should be more cautious. The situation, the setting—none of it is ideal. But somehow, it still feelsright.

“You like it, Peach?” Beau’s voice is a low rumble, thick with arousal as he watches me through hooded eyes.

“I didn’t know you had this,” I murmur.

He lifts his brows in a lazy smirk. “Surprise.”

I stroke him slowly from base to tip, relishing the way he pulses and twitches in my grip. God, why is it so hot to watch him get turned on like this? Warmth rolls over me in waves, my hips rocking forward, chasing that delicious friction.

“I can’t wait any longer,” I whisper, desire making me bold.

Beau groans, his hips rocking up into my touch. “You keep touching me like this, baby, and this is gonna be over too soon.”

A needy whimper escapes my throat at his words, my core clenching with want. I release his cock reluctantly, my fingers trembling slightly as I smooth my palms over his chest.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Beau’s hands flex on my hips, his jaw clenching as he visibly reins himself in. He nods his head to the table next to us, his lips twisted to the side in a soft smirk. I didn’t even notice the rectangular black box until now.

“Unexpected bonus of our current location,” he murmurs, reaching over and plucking a condom from the discreet box in the center of the table.

I plant my hands on his knees and lean back, giving him room to roll it on. My tongue absently swipes along my lips, a primal sort of hunger pacing the cage inside of me. It feels like he awoke this beast of an emotion inside of me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put her back in after this.

“C’mere, baby,” he murmurs softly, reaching for me and curling an arm around my waist.

“I’m right here,” I breathe out, collapsing against his chest.

“I need you closer.”

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