Just kissing her and the promise of what was to come was enough to get him hard and she loved how receptive he was. She noticed he didn’t try to cover his body, he owned it now, confidence cloaking him and nothing was sexier. He lay back down, his mouth hovering over her, his hot breath teasing her.
“Put your legs over my shoulders.”
She didn’t hesitate.
“Good girl.” He smirked at her eagerness but she didn’t care, she just wanted what he was about to give her.
He slid his thumb over her damp slit and her breath hitched as he found her clit and she watched him focus his attention on her. He stroked over her a few times before he dipped his head. The first slide of his tongue had her back arching off the bed, pressing her firmly into his mouth. The second slide had a moan slipping from her. Then he pushed two fingers inside her, pumping in and out as he leisurely licked her. He fit his lips around her clit and hummed, the vibrations echoing through her body and she gripped his head, holding him to her.
“Greedy girl, aren’t you?” he groaned.
“Yes, now give me more,” she gasped. He pulled back and blew gently against her exposed skin, the cool air tingling over her.
“Beau…” she grunted. Part warning to stop playing with her and part desperate. He dipped his head again and this time slid his tongue inside her as his fingers rolled over her clit in tight circles. Her moans became louder, her hips rolling into his mouth with fervor. Just as she was about to have the orgasm of her life, he stopped.
“If you want that orgasm sweetheart, you’ve got to earn it,” he said, untangling her legs from his head and standing up.
“What the fu-?” she began, dazed and confused.
“We’re going for a run and if you’re a good girl, you’ll get a treat afterwards,” he said, pulling on a t-shirt and covering up all those delicious taut muscles.
“Are you actually serious right now?” she squawked. He tugged on his shorts which did nothing to hide his erection. One she wanted to get her hands on, now. She reached for him but he stepped away then threw some clothes at her.
“You’re mean. You’re not a nice boy at all,” she grumbled, and he huffed out a laugh.
“Now you know the awful truth. Come on, the more time you waste the less likely you are to get your treat,” he said and with that he left the room. She watched him go, baffled at what was happening. He wasbribingher? To go for a run?
“Asshole!” she muttered.
“I heard that,” he called from the other room.
“Because I said it out loud!” she shouted back, her frustration making her furious.
“One more time and there’ll be no treat afterwards. Trust me, Taylor, you want this treat.”
Her body screamed for attention but she was also intrigued by what dirty delights he had in store for her. She got dressed, muttering under her breath, angrily shoving her legs into her shorts.
Ten minutes later she was running. Taylor didn’t run but the delight on Beau’s face had been so worth it. Almost.
As they ran through the town, she could tell he was running at a slower pace than normal so she could keep up and she tried not to find that super endearing. They ran into the forest and she had to beg him for a break from this damn torture.
“This….is…. hell,” she wheezed.
His laugh echoed around them, bouncing off the trees. “Just a tiny bit further.”
She glared at his back as he jogged off, a glare was all she could muster at this point. Plus she got distracted by the way his round ass bounced along in those running shorts. Her distraction caused her to trip over a tree root and at the speed she was going, a plummet to the ground felt inevitable. She braced herself for impact but it never came. Beau grabbed her, stopping her from face-planting the dirt.
“You okay?” he asked, looking her over. She stood up straight, wincing slightly as her ankle hurt.
“Come here.” His arm went around her waist, the other hooked under her knees and lifted her into his arms. “There’s a clearing just up ahead where you can rest for a bit,” he said.
She snuggled into his chest. “A girl could get used to running.”
A deep laugh rumbled from his chest and as they made it into the clearing she gazed around, her eyes wide. Pine trees lined the edge of the clearing, their shed needles covering the ground in a soft, spongy carpet. The lake was so still, the water so clear it reflected the trees from the opposite bank on the calm surface. Crickets and birds sang in perfect harmony. Large rocks lined the edge on one side and Beau gently placed her on the smooth top, settling down next to her. They sat in silence, listening to the birds, watching the water, enjoying the tranquility of nature together.
“This is where I like to come for peace,” Beau said after a while.
“Oh yeah? I didn’t take you for a nature buff,” she teased, bumping his shoulder with hers.
