Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Pinnacle?” Beau murmured. Always ready to give me shit about something.
I didn’t have an opportunity to respond as my guy began a measured pumping of his hips, riding the pleasure wave he created. He dropped his head back, amping up the rhythm of his skilled hand. He’d recently gotten into tugging at his balls, that proved true again tonight.
My gaze riveted on Beau, I didn’t want to miss a single visual of my big guy working his release. Even when his full body splayed across our bed, and the laptop fell cockeyed—funny choice of words—I didn’t ask him to correct the position. The new vantage point made Beau’s cock and sac the feature of my screen. I swiped my thumb over the beads building in my slit, spreading the pre-come over my tip.
“You like rubbing one off for me, don’t you?” I whispered huskily. My tone sounded more like a purr as my body heated, lost to the show of my gorgeous guy getting off.
“Always do.” The view changed again. The laptop was left on the bed, showing me a direct shot of his ass. Jesus, I had nothing on Beau’s ability to entice as his wet fingers came into view. My gaze locked on the screen. I lifted on an elbow to see better. Beau spread his ass cheeks open and pushed his fingers inside his hole.
“You’re beautiful. That’s my hand driving in your ass.”
“Oh,” he began, saying the whisper on repeat.
“Find the gland, Beau. Like I’d do if I was there.” He did what I asked, taking his fingers deeper. His undulating hips didn’t disappoint. I knew they wouldn’t, I’d seen that same reaction during our sex, over and over again. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I’m not fightin’ it. I’m strokin’ my cock too,” Beau hissed, turning his head toward the screen. The pump of his hips swayed with his fingers driving into his ass. His narrowed eyes had me back to forcing my cock through my fist. Dammit, if the look on Beau’s face wasn’t enough to force my orgasm free.
I joined Beau’s moment, imagining his calloused palm working me to my end. The image of Beau gripping me, stroking my pulsating cock to completion became the only thing I saw. My nerve endings tingled and their electric tentacles raced over my body, which hummed in response. I gripped my cock tighter, bucking up and down as my release surged from my balls.
“I’m gonna come…” The universe knew that I tried to watch him, but when I started this, I’d had no idea how completely this would get me off. I fisted the bed sheets, my feet drawing up under my bent legs. I was on fire as I reached for my sac, my balls drawn into my body. The intensity of pleasure proved to be too much.
How did he still fill me with such blinding need?
I didn’t want to miss Beau’s release expression—it was hot as fuck—but my orgasm erupted of its own will, splattering come against my belly and chest. I rode the orgasm out with my jaw clamped, my muscles seizing, my breath stuck between exhale and inhale. Somehow, I caught the moment Beau plopped to his back, his cock straining as his orgasm emptied in the same way mine did.
“Aghh…yes!” Beau exclaimed. I watched in awe as Beau screwed his eyes shut tightly, his head thrown back, his chest arching off the mattress. What I didn’t see, but knew without question was there, were his full lips parted slightly as he mumbled incoherently. The same gestures he made every single time we were together intimately. My body shook at the intensity of my emotions, proud to have captured such a beautiful man’s love. Beau was exceptionally put together.
“Fuck,” Beau panted. The expected yawn followed.
“Use the wipes,” I instructed. Usually, cleaning us after sex was my job. “You’ll sleep better if you’re clean.”
Beau barely moved, only lifting a hand to the wipe-warmer on top of the nightstand. He gave one swipe up his chest. Another followed the same path as the first before wadding the towelettes together. I felt certain that his toss didn’t make it to the wastebasket tucked close to the mattress.
“Did you set your alarm to pick Scott up at the airport?” I asked. Beau turned on his side, facing the laptop, drawing the soft, plush throw over his body.
“I wish you were here. I like to cuddle you after we do it,” he said. “Don’t tell Scott my secret.”
I grinned while watching him draw a pillow into his arms, knowing that it would be me anchored there, usually not in a comfortable way.
“I liked tonight. Thank you. Keep the laptop on, I wanna watch you sleep.”
“You gotta stop spendin’. We’re on a budget.” A heavy breath followed as Beau fell asleep. I left the mattress for the bathroom and was back within a minute. I enjoyed watching Beau at rest. He always looked so peaceful and relaxed. I missed him desperately.