Page 56 of Next Thing You Know
Dean:Wow, you’re really pulling at my heartstrings.
Killian: It feels like you don’t love me anymore. Helena is engaged! Who am I going to complain to about that? She didn’t even tell me she was dating someone.
Dean:Um, I don’t know? Maybe your fiancé? Isn’t that what’s he’s for?
Killian:Ugh, why do you hate me?
Killian:Wait. You and my sister were together. Are you still in love with her? Is that why you don’t want me to talk to you about this? Are you still pining for her?
Dean:I can promise you that I’m over Helena. That ship sailed a long, long time ago.
To the point where I’m thinking about getting fucked by a man. A hot, hockey-playing man I’ve been hiding from you.But I left that part out. And as I stepped off the elevator, Beau was there. He yanked me into his apartment and kissed me, which had me forgetting about everything else.
“Damn, Pink, I think you got even more beautiful since the last time I saw you,” he murmured as he dragged his hands through my hair. “And I love how long your hair is getting.” Beau’s lips found mine again just as he pushed my jacket off. “I’ve missed you. Missed touching you, kissing you. I want to lick every inch of your skin. Suck your cock.”
My length ached in my pants. “Yes, please,” I whimpered as I tried to yank at the button on his jeans. I had never put my mouth on his cock, but I would. I wanted to do that. “Get these off,” I hissed in frustration.
“Easy, baby.” Beau chuckled as he pulled back.
He tugged his shirt up over his head and then did the same with mine. He smiled as he admired me, then dropped to his knees. He slowly pulled my pants and briefs down to my feet, not even giving me a chance to breathe before he sucked the tip of my cock into his hot, wet mouth.
I groaned as I watched him, my fingers tangling into Beau’s raven-colored hair. He gazed up at me, his blue eyes dark with lust. He reached back and gripped my ass to pull me closer as white-hot heat zipped up my spine. Then Beau stood back up and dragged me to the bedroom.
“Take off your pants,” he ordered as he stripped off his own. Once we were both naked, he lifted me up and placed me on the bed, blanketing me with his body. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Have you seen yourself?”
“Mm, sorry, Pink, you’re hotter.”
“Not so sure about that.”
Beau flopped down onto his back and patted his chest. “Feed me your dick.”
“Wha—What?” I stuttered over myself.
He smirked as he tried to pull me closer. “I said feed me your dick. Come sit right here and give it to me, Pink. I want to choke on it. I want tears streaming down my cheeks while you fuck my face.”
“I don’t... I’ve never done that before. Are you sure that’s what you want? I don’t want to hurt you.” I was suddenly extremely flustered.
Beau raised his brows at me. “Get that hot ass over here and feed me your cock, Dean Frost.”
I somehow managed to climb up onto Beau’s chest and then onto my knees. “Like this?” When he nodded, I moved forward. “Just tap my hip if it gets to be too much.”
“Do me a favor. Under the pillow, there is a bottle of lube. Grab that for me, would you? I want to just play with your hole a little bit.”
God, did I want that. I’d tried to experiment a little, but it was harder than I had thought. I’d barely managed to get the tip of my finger inside before I came all over myself. Once I found the bottle, I watched as Beau opened it and spread some on hisfinger. Butterflies exploded inside my stomach, while lust filled my veins just as an idea hit me.
“Can I turn around? I want to taste you, too.”
“You want to suck my dick, Pink baby?” Beau’s voice was a low growl, and goosebumps broke out over my skin.
I nodded. “I’ll probably be horrible at it, but I want to at least try. Return the favor.” And I was more than ready.
“Spin around. Show me that pretty little pussy.”
Why was that so hot?
Beau slapped my backside with the hand that wasn’t lube up, and when I did, I stared hungrily at his beautiful dick. Wait, was a dick beautiful? Yeah, I thought it was. The way the precum clung to the tip. How the veins were even more prominent when Beau was hard. Hard for me. Damn, he was hard forme. Beau wantedme. I could do this, and he wouldn’t care if I was bad at it. I leaned forward to drag my tongue down his length, and the saltiness of him caused me to groan softly. Yes, yes, I liked this a lot. He smelled heady and manly.
