Page 4 of Beau Pair
Gordon
Ishould have gone for the girl. She’d be a safer option.
Beau is definitely the dangerous option.
But how could I say no to him when I saw how sweet and adorable he was with Elsie? Especially a grumpy Elsie, who tested even my patience when she was acting up like that. The man should get a medal for managing to be playful with her when she was literally screeching because she’d just woken up.
And when I say man, I really mean boy. He may be twenty-one years old, but Dear Lord, he looks younger. And I feel like a creep for even craving a piece of that.
From the minute I opened the door, I knew I was in trouble. Beau Fleur, standing there on my porch, petite and lithe with a loose-fitting T-shirt and skinny jeans. And those beautiful brown eyes? I was a goner.
But ending an interview before it even started, just because the candidate aroused you, was wrong on so many levels that I couldn’t even begin to count.
I was hoping he’d trip up. Say something that would give me enough excuse to send him off. But just like him, all his answers were sweet and perfect.
Which is how I ended up in my current situation.
In the shower with a pretty taut boner and his image in my head to beat off to.
Well, now that my Flash Gordon was up, it’d be rude not to.
The water sprinkles my body in hot rivulets, the pressure strong enough that it tickles my skin, making my hairs stand on end, giving the feeling of someone’s—well, Beau’s in this instance—touches and kisses.
I can picture him in here with me, even though I’m barely familiar with his features. I can feel him against me, his front pinned to my back, his hands reaching out under my arms to massage my chest while licking my neck with hot passion.
Is his tongue thick and wet or light and playful? God, wouldn’t I love to know the answer to that.
I imagine it big, lashing at my skin and tasting my body. Tasting the shower water spraying off my skin. His fingers twisting my nipples. Softly at first, but then with more and more strength until they’re red and throbbing.
I can almost feel his erection growing between my legs and rubbing on my taint, his tip hitting on my balls.
He turns me around slowly and drapes his hands around my nape to give me a wet, hot kiss, his tongue introducing itself to my own.
Then he pushes me down on my knees and makes me praise his cock. Pushes all the way in until I swallow him so deep, I choke.
Flecks of cum shoot out of me, and I watch them take aim at my bathroom tiles.
I’m out of breath. Since when does jerking off make me so tired?
And did I just fantasize sucking off my daughter’s new au pair? Well, that’s fucked up. But better to have my way with him in my head than to succumb to the real man and put me back to square one with my pickle of a situation.
I need an au pair before the semester starts, and I can’t screw it up with Beau. He’s off-limits.
“Do you hear that?” I say to my dick, which is already starting to perk up at the thought of him undressing me. “He’s going to be here soon, so you better behave.”
I rinse my body off and come out of the shower feeling dirtier than when I went in. And it’s at this moment the doorbell rings. Because of course it would be when I’m naked.
I opt for my bathrobe instead of the towel, and tie the knot in the front, hoping my dick doesn’t decide to take a peek at him and betray me in Beau’s presence.
The doorbell rings again and I barrel down the stairs to get to the door, and when I open it, I have to stand behind it because I know my fear is about to become reality.
Beau is there, on my porch again like he’d been the first day, wearing a crop top and low-rise jeans that give me a full view of his flat, hairless belly and a little peek of his shaved crotch.
Is he doing it on purpose? Did he feel me fantasizing about him and decide to toy with me? Because Lord Almighty, I can’t see surviving this cohabitation without making a bumbling fool of myself.
“Hey. Sorry, did I disturb you? I thought you might be in the backyard,” he says with a bright smile that I’m pretty certain I don’t deserve.
“No. I was just coming out of the bathroom,” I say, and open the door a little wider so he can come through.
