Page 70 of Twisted Bonds
I can't bring myself to repeat it, not at this moment when Beau seems so vulnerable. I'm a chicken; that's what I am. I've always been able to tell him anything, being honest about everything, and although I've already told him that I loved Bain, I don't want to rub salt into his wound. However, in the end, I don't need to finish my sentence, because Beau does it for me.
"But you love my father, too." With his head resting against the back of his seat, he turns his head my way as he waits for me to confirm it.
I nod. "I'm so sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen…"
"Hey." Beau's hand comes up and cups my cheek. "We are going to figure this out. I'm not saying it will be easy, but we'll get there."
As I stare into his piercing green orbs, I capture my bottom lip between my teeth when I feel things begin to stir. Those eyes drop to my mouth, and their color darkens, indicating he's getting turned on. His thumb caresses my upper lip, but he doesn't say anything.
The truck's cab is thick with silence and tension. Covering Beau's hand with mine, I lean into it and suddenly find myself whispering, "Kiss me, Beau."
It's shortly after noon and broad daylight out as we sit at Lookout Point. The Point is deserted, but I doubt I would have cared even if it wasn't. I watch Beau lean in and brush his lips against mine, all while continuing to stare into my eyes. Only when I open my mouth to let him in does he close his eyes after he groans and slips his hand into my hair, holding me in place.
My hands come up and take hold of his neck as I climb to my knees and move over the center console. I feel the seat move as Beau moves it backward, and I crawl onto his lap. My lower half straddles him, and I can feel his cock as it presses against the confines of his jeans.
"I fucking want you so bad, Ryan. I don't care if we don't have a label yet. Hell, I don't even care, at the moment, if you love my father. The only thing that matters is sinking into you."
I've never claimed to be one to always make the right decision, so when I let go of his neck and undo the button and zipper of my jeans, I don't try to argue with myself about it. I want this, too—so fucking much. My fingers fumble with his jeans once I get one leg free from my own.
Taking his girth into my hand, I stroke it a few times before I pull away and look down at his throbbing member. Gathering just enough, I let my spit fall to his tip before I rub it around. I rise up, notch his swollen head with my slit, then slowly lower myself as I look up and meet his smoldering eyes.
"You are so fucking hot, Ryan." Beau's voice is tight with his jaw clenched, and he has a slight tick pulsing in his cheek. His hands span around each side of my waist as he helps guide me down.
I moan as his girth stretches me, encasing itself within my walls that seem to mold themselves around him. "Oh God…"
"Perfect fucking fit…" Beau groans and closes his eyes until I'm all the way seated on top of him. He looks down between us and takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he begins to grind my hips against him. "Look at that sight. I love watching your cunt take me, Ryan."
"Yes, Beau…please." I gyrate my hips and beg him so shamelessly.
"What do you want, baby. Tell me."
"Mm, make me come hard…" I tell him.
Grabbing my jaw, he gives me a brutal kiss before sliding his hand down to my throat, gripping it, and slamming my back into the steering wheel. With his other hand, he tortures my clit with his fingers as he holds me inplace. I can't see him with how he holds my throat; I can only see the roof of the truck.
"Fuck…uh…yes!" I grip the door panel with my right hand while my left wraps around his wrist, holding my throat.
"You like that, do you?" Beau's voice is rough and gravelly. "You want to come hard? I'll make you come hard, and then I'll do it again and again. I want you screaming my name, Ryan."
I grind against him as he thrusts upwards unforgivingly. I fucking love it! I can already feel my first climax building, and as he pinches my clit, I scream, "BEAU!
"Fuck yes. Give it to me…clench my cock and drench it, baby." His fingers rub vigorously. "That's it, Ryan. God, you look so fucking hot. Lift your shirt and pull those tits out; I'm salivating to have them in my mouth," he demands.
I obey hastily, fumbling along the way until my breasts are propped up and over the cups. Beau releases my throat long enough to move it under my shirt and up through the neck hole before wrapping his hand around my neck once again. He wants to hold my shirt up, so it doesn't fall and prevent him from feasting on my girls.
Beau's mouth is on me instantly, nipping and biting at the sensitive globes, surely leaving his mark on my flesh. For someone that doesn't want to hurt me with a whip, he sure doesn't have a problem doing it with his dick or mouth, but I'll take whatever I can get. I think he realizes that he brings out my orgasms so much quicker this way.
"Beau…" I whine as he moves his fingers from my clit, slipping them inside me, beside his cock, then pulling them out.
"Relax for me, Ryan…"
Before I know what he's doing, one of those fingers is breaking through my tight ring around back. "Oh God…" I moan.
"That's right, I want this ass, Ryan. Are you going to let me have it?"
I can't gaze into his eyes like I want to, so I nod slowly before I breathe out, "Yes."
"That's a good girl."
