Page 86 of Beau Pair
Gordon
We are back home by Wednesday, and only after we’re reassured Mama Hadlee is safe. Although, to be fair, you wouldn’t have known she is sick the way she goes about her daily life.
“Well, at least she’s agreed to stay out of work for the foreseeable future,” Beau says when we walk through the front door.
“Baby, no offense, but even I know that was a lie, and I’ve only known her for three days,” I tell him.
Beau turns to me and rolls his eyes.
“Obvs! I’ve told everyone at the farm to shoo her away, and the minute she tries to do some work to call Dr. Jones,” he says, and I laugh.
“Ah yes. Dr. Jones. I didn’t think your mama would be scared of anything, but it seems Dr. Jones is it,” I agree, remembering how quiet she went when he visited on his daily calls.
“She just doesn’t want to disappoint him, that’s all. You know,” he says while taking his shoes off in the hallway. “It’s rumored those two were meant to be married off, but Mama fell in love with Papa and broke Dr. Jones’s heart.”
I pull Beau into my arms, and we topple backward onto the front door.
“So, it’s the whole Fleur family that are heartbreakers. Interesting,” I tell him.
“Hey. I haven’t broken anyone’s heart,” he complains as I plant kisses all across his neck.
“Not yet, anyway. What do you think’s gonna happen when everyone sees you’re with me? Heart. Break. Left, right, and center.”
“Ah, it feels good to be… alone again,” he says, letting go, leaning against me.
Fuck yes, it is. My cock hardens as his butt rubs against my groin, and I bite down a hungry groan I’ve been saving for too long.
“Want to…” My lips tremble on his skin, and he hums in agreement, probably too weak to act against our instincts.
He turns around and our mouths collide. I start unbuttoning my shirt and walk with Beau glued to me, him stumbling backward. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, he breaks our kiss to lift his T-shirt over his head, and then we’re back at it and going up the stairs in a frenzy of passion and need for each other. My shirt lands somewhere in the middle of the steps, and my jeans end up in the hallway of the second floor.
When we both land on my bed, we’re naked.
Beau lies back and pulls me down over him, towering over his petite body. I fist both our cocks together and squeeze, Beau sobs in my mouth.
“I want you, Gordon. I want you so bad,” he begs, and I smile.
I reach for the drawer and take out the bottle of lube, squirting some in my hand and wrapping it around our grinding dicks again. I focus on stroking us, and Beau focuses on kissing, his tongue an eager explorer in my mouth.
His hands reach down to my waist and slide to my butt, squeezing my cheeks apart. His moans become louder and vibrant in my mouth, and from there all the way down to the small of my back.
“Oh, fuck, baby, this feels good,” he says, and I lift my head to look back at him and into those beautiful eyes that I adore so much.
“I’ve missed this baby,” I tell him.
“We just did this in my childhood bed,” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“I meant being loud.”
“Fuck yes,” he shouts as if to make a point.
His lips return to their rightful place, to mine, and his fingers go wandering around my rim just the way I like it.
Our dicks are still pressed hard together, the collective heat of our groins burning me with desperation and craving.
“I want to fuck you,” I tell him. “And then I want you to fuck me. And then me again. On and on and on until the end of time.”
“Sounds good to me,” he says, and his legs wrap around mine. “Now give it to me, baby.”
