The first forceful thrust jars my body, the back of my head sinking into the mattress. A slew of nonsense leaves my lips, my heels digging into his back as I manage a few coherent words.
Yes. Please.
More, more, more.
Soon, Beau is on his knees, holding my ankles as he fucks me faster. He’s a work of art, flexing muscles and corded tendons, neck strained and lips twitching in unspoken bliss, forming muted words that only leave him in exhales.
Everything is tense inside me as I fight my body. The sight of him is so intimate, sodemanding,it makes me want to let go of my control. Burst those seams wide open and give in—allow him to tear me into pieces.
My eyes squeeze closed, because it’s all too much. The sound of my name leaving him in a whimper serves as mybreaking point, the last crack in my shattered composure, and it all breaks free on a shout.
Wet heat floods my jockstrap as my cock jerks, white bursts of cum seeping through the fabric. “Jesus Christ, look at you. Is that all for me, sweetheart?” Goosebumps lift across my limbs as he pegs me in all the right places, liquid lightning branching through my veins as I quiver. Everything shivers and shakes as he drives into me, my body compressing around him as my mouth sags open, useless.
Fingers swipe through my release, and he snarls like a starving man as he jabs them between his lips, fucking his own mouth. The sight is so terribly filthy that my cock rebounds, fattening again inside the mess of my jockstrap.
Muffled moans ring through the room as he slurps the cum from his hand, and a surprised shout rings out as his hips lock forward. Exquisite agony twists his face as he comes, warmth flooding deep inside me.
He pulls out in a rush, dropping to his stomach between my legs before I can even register the movement. Aftershocks pulse through my body as he closes his lips around my hole and sucks, his needy noises getting louder as he tastes a mouthful of his own release. Heworshipsmy ass, licking and sucking, moaning and whining as he cleans every drop of cum.
It’s sloppy and unrefined, driven by nothing more than pure, primal need.
White pearl droplets dot his facial hair as he lifts his head, lips glistening and swollen. He whines my name, hips grinding against the bed as he surrounds my cock with his mouth. More of those desperate, needy noises tumble from his throat as he sucks the cum from my jockstrap.
Hedevoursme.
“Fuck, Beau,” I moan as I thrust into his mouth, my body rallying faster than I thought possible. There’s no technique tothe way he takes me, just unrestrained, animalistic hunger as he gags himself, sucking and licking as he draws on the fabric. Finally, he shoves the jock aside and drags his tongue along the skin of my groin, lapping up every trace of my release.
He’s obscene,relentless as his mouth and tongue work my bare skin raw.
Grunting and whimpering as he fucks into the bed, his ass flexes and the mattress shakes with the power of it. It’s too much… it’s all just too much, and my lips fall open in a silent shout. My cock thumps against his tongue as I give him what he wants, the release almost painful as my body is wrung out.
Spit and cum slide down his chin, and he grinds like a desperate thing as he sucks. Sensitive... too fucking sensitive, and I jerk back as my nerves crackle along my skin. His gaze is hungry as it lifts to mine, and he scrambles to his knees, fumbling to find my hole.
Warmth shoots across my skin before he even makes it inside me, thick spurts of cum erupting from his cock as he finds his target and drives forward. Beau's voice cracks as he falls apart, eyes rolled high in his head as he pins me there, hips twitching.
Mouth sagged open and panting, he pulls out of me, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. My body is so spent I can only melt into the mattress as he pushes my legs back and goes to work. Gentler with his sucks and licks, he cleans his release from my overstimulated skin.
By the time he crawls up the bed and lands behind me, my eyes have fluttered closed. His arm curls around my waist and tugs me flush against him.
“Thank you,” he whispers in my ear, but I can only find the energy to hum quietly as sleep drags me under.
Chapter 10
Beau
Not much was accomplished over the weekend—not unless you count emptying ourselves until we were on the verge of dehydration.Insatiabledoesn’t even begin to describe the frenzy we fell into, and not a single surface in my house was safe. I had Azrael every way I could imagine him.
Spread out on the countertop, kneeling between my knees on the couch, pressed against the door, bent over the dining room table, and even in my lap on top of a hay bale in the woods. Itchy legs were a small price to pay for the look of pure bliss on his face as his shouts echoed through the trees.
I’m drained.
Literally.
This inexplicable pull to him is all-consuming—a magnetism that steals my breath right from my lungs and leaves me weak-kneed. I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
Neverneededsomeone.
Each carefully revealed piece of Azrael leaves me hungry for more. He’s holding back; that much is painfully obvious. There’s more hiding underneath his surface, and I’m biding my time, waiting for him to trust me enough to let me see it. I want to unearth those hidden corners and discover every detail about him—peel back the layers until it’s all laid bare in front of me.
