BreakingBeau (6 page)

“I think that’s about the sweetest compliment I’ve ever
gotten.” He let out a pained laugh. “I’m going to climb in, okay?”

“Wait. Can I just touch it for a quick second?”

She lifted a soapy hand from the water and he turned away,
calling on his last reserves of self-discipline. “If you touch me now, that’s
exactly what you’re going to get. One quick second. I’ve been thinking about
fucking you almost nonstop since we kissed and I don’t think I can take it. How
about this first time we make it all about you? Let me touch you for a while.
Then next time you can touch me to your heart’s content.”

“Okay.” Her eyes were still locked on his cock and she
reached for him again.

He stepped back, chuckling. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“Yeah. You said we were going to do it more than once.”

He raised his eyes to the ceiling and said a silent prayer
for strength. “There was more to that speech, but yes. If you want to, I think
more than once is definitely called for.”

She nodded and lowered her hand. “Get in.”

He moved to the opposite end of the oblong tub then lifted a
leg and stepped in. The hot water enveloped him and he sank in with a sigh.

His legs slid over hers and she opened them to accommodate
him. “Put them on top of me.”

She braced herself on the edge of the tub then laid her legs
on top of his thighs. He slipped a hand into the foam and grabbed her ankle,
lifting her foot onto his stomach. Pressing his thumbs into her instep, he
began to rub.

“Oh God, that feels amazing,” she moaned.

“I knew when I saw you walking around in those shoes you’d
be needing a foot massage.”

“Heels or no heels, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt in
my life.”

He pressed deep and she whimpered, arching closer to him.
Her calf pressed against the thick length of his cock and he bit back a groan.

She was so fucking responsive. He started to think about how
she would react when he licked her pussy for the first time, but cut that
thought short. There were a lot of things he wanted to do to her before that
and he wasn’t going to rush it, no matter how much his body protested.

He moved to cover her other foot and gave it the same
treatment. By the time he’d finished, her head lolled to the side and she had
quieted to the occasional contented purr in the back of her throat. Nice and
relaxed, just how he’d wanted her. He patted her calf lightly. “Can you slide
over my way and I’ll rub your back?”

She nodded, almost in a trance as she sat up, water sluicing
down her chest. The blood rushed to his ears as her lush, beautiful breasts
came into view. Hard, tawny nipples peaked through the creamy bubbles and he
bit back a curse. He wanted to lean in and capture one between his teeth but he
didn’t.
Slow and steady.
“Come sit between my legs.”

Water sloshed over the sides of the tub as she shifted and
turned until her bottom was flush against his groin and his thighs hugged her
curvy hips. She gasped at the contact and he barely resisted the urge to thrust
forward. He was so enthralled by her softness, her rounded sweet flesh so
different than his own, he couldn’t recall what he’d seen in all those
hard-bodies he’d fooled around with in the past. All sinew and tight muscle.
Not anymore.
This. This is where it’s at.

Gigi leaned back until her back was against his chest and
her head rested under his chin. Their legs tangled together in the water and he
reveled in the smoothness of her skin against his.

He looked down and noted with a fresh stab of lust that her
breasts were no longer submerged and he had a spectacular view. He let his
hands fall beneath the water and closed them gently over her rib cage. Tracing
the skin lightly, he caressed her stomach and her sides, each time moving
inexorably closer to her breasts. He teased the sensitive undersides, trailed
his fingertips over the swells and narrowly missed the stiff tips he ached to
touch. Her skin was wet silk and the little sounds she kept making were driving
him insane. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to man up. He wanted her
panting with need, writhing with want, so close to coming that the pain would
be a blip on the radar screen.

She’d begun to shift restlessly under his hands, pressing
her lower back against him, when finally he allowed his pinky to graze her
nipple. She sucked in a breath. “Beau, please.”

“Please what?” he whispered into her hair.

“Do that again.”

He took his time about it, the view almost as much of a
turn-on as the act itself. This time, he lingered for a moment, circling the
swollen nipple before flicking it lightly then moving back to her rib cage
again. She stiffened and ground her ass against his groin. Unable to deny
himself any longer, he muttered a curse and closed both hands over her breasts.
They both groaned at the exquisite contact. She was so supple, so real and
feminine, he couldn’t get enough.

Her hips fluttered up and down in a silent plea as he toyed
with her nipples. Squeezing and kneading, he worked her tits until her breath
came in short gasps. He reached over and snagged his half-f flute of
champagne. She watched, lips parted, as he held it over her breast. He tipped
it and the chilled bubbly trickled in a stream over her sensitive nipple. She
jerked hard against him and cried out.

“Oh God!”

“Too cold?”

“No. No, so good.”

He rolled her chilly peak between his thumb and forefinger
and she arched into his hand like a cat.

“Your hands are total magic, Beau.”

As he lifted the glass again, she stilled, waiting for it.
He dribbled the wine onto her other breast and she shivered in his arms. One
fat drop clung to her nipple and he was mesmerized. He would love to come
there, stroking his aching cock between those tits until he exploded on her
chest. He swallowed hard and brushed the droplet away with his thumb. Please,
God, let her be ready for more.

He set the glass down and laid his hands on the soft swell
of her lower stomach. She stiffened and sucked in, grabbing his wrist. He
calmed her with words from the heart.

“Oh baby girl, if you knew how much I lusted after your body
you’d send me to confession. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever put my hands on,
so please, don’t stop me from touching you.”

She relaxed and nodded. “Sorry, I just wish my stomach was
nice and flat.”

“Shh, stop now. You feel like a woman. Like a gorgeous,
soft, sweet woman. You don’t have to feel self-conscious with me. Can’t you feel
how much I want you?” He tipped his hips and she wriggled against him.

“Mmm, I want you too. Please.”

She let her muscles go limp and released her grip on his
wrist. He caressed her stomach, allowing his hands to drift lower. He ran his
palm over her hip then squeezed the pliant flesh there. A vision of her, on all
fours in front of him, his hands filled with her luscious hips as he drove into
her from behind, sliding deeper with every thrust.

He groaned low in his throat and she tipped her head back.

“You okay?”

She was slightly breathless and damn if he didn’t want to
keep her that way.

“I’ve never been better. I’m just imagining all the things I
want to do with you.”

“Me too. Since the second we met.”

“Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me what you thought about.”

She slid her hand along the outside of his thigh then, and
tilted her head in contemplation. “I thought about kissing you again. A lot.”

“What else?” His heart hammered against his rib cage.
Suddenly he needed to know more than he needed his next breath.

“I thought about you touching me.” Her voice had dropped to
a murmur and he had to strain to hear her over the soft music.

“Where?” he demanded.

She shook her head and slunk lower under the water. He would
have none of it and drew her back, hard against him. “Show me. Show me with
your hands, Gigi.” His tone was so guttural he almost didn’t recognize it.

He waited, sucking in long, steadying breaths. If she showed
him, he was going to—

She lifted her pretty, elegant hands to her breasts and ran
her fingertips over her nipples. “Here.”

“Fuck,” he ground out as his cock pulsed, growing heavier at
the sight. “Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?”

She didn’t respond at first but then lifted her chin and
nodded. His jaw ached from the pressure of clenching it and he willed himself
to relax.
Not going to happen
,
he realized. Relaxation was not in
his near future.

“Show me how.” There was no demand in his voice now, just a
plea for mercy.

She let her eyes drift shut and let her soapy hands slip
over her rib cage, over his fingers still splayed on her stomach, then lower.
The white foam blocked his view, but her back arched, thrusting her breasts
forward as she reached her destination.

His cock bucked against her back as he tried to swipe away
the stupid fucking bubbles. He got a brief glimpse of her hand pressed over her
pubic bone, squeezing and touching, before she was camouflaged once again. It
was probably for the best. If he watched her masturbate, he would lose it and
embarrass himself.

He covered her hand with his own and groaned as she began to
rub her clit in a circular motion. Her hips rocked and she cried out as he
urged her to quicken the pace. “Did you pretend it was me touching you?” he
rasped.

“Yes.” Her voice broke as he closed his other hand over her
breast and began plucking her stiff nipples.

“When you made yourself come, did you call my name?”

Her head rolled against his chest and her lips parted but no
sound came. She was too far gone to answer but her body told him what her mouth
couldn’t. Her hips began thrusting harder, slamming her pussy against their
intertwined hands as she hurtled toward release.

He shoved her hand out of the way and slid two of his own
fingers down the center of her slick core. “I want to hear you call my name so
bad, baby girl. Come for me.”

He leaned forward to reach more of her, and slid one finger
deep into her pussy. “Jesus, so fucking good.” He worked his finger in and out,
once, twice, sliding up to rub her swollen clit before plunging deep again.

She screamed as her body tensed, her pussy sucking at his
finger, tight…tighter. “Beau!”

The blood rushed to his ears as she exploded around him.
Thankfully it blocked out the rest of her guttural cries and he was able to
keep from gripping his cock and pumping his hot seed onto her back as she
rocked against him. He released her nipple and wrapped his arm around her,
holding her tight as the aftershocks rolled through. When she finally went
quiet he slid his finger from her clutching sex. She gasped as he did.

“You okay?”

Her head bobbed against his chest.

“Need another minute?”

“No, I’m okay. Better than okay.” She let out a contented
sigh and ran a hand over his thigh.

“That’s a good start. Now sit all the way up for me.”

Water sloshed as she did what he asked.

“I want you to get on your knees facing away from me.”

Using his legs to brace herself, she lifted up and away from
him, then knelt with her knees straddling his thighs. Her pussy hovered just a
few inches from his cock and he would have given his best fiddle to be able to
plunge into her tight heat that instant.

“Wh-what are we doing now?” she asked.

Soapy water ran down her back and he followed it to the base
of her spine. Her beautiful, bare ass came into view and he growled.

“Gorgeous.” He couldn’t resist and palmed those plump
cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs.

“Mmm.”

She tipped forward, her leg muscles trembling against his
thighs, and clutched the sides of the tub. Her pretty pink folds flashed before
she righted herself and the pressure in his balls became an ache. Even at that,
he held back, determined to rock her world again and again before they were
through.

He slid back and pulled his legs from beneath her, then
knelt behind her. He ran his hands over her shoulders, down her back and up again.
Pressing his lips to her nape, he laid soft, sucking kisses against her skin.
Moving closer still, he pressed his body flush against hers and wrapped his
around her hips, squeezing her tight. She pressed hard against him and he
arched his hips, grinding against her back.

Sweat broke out on his upper lip and he trembled with the
effort of restraining himself. If he just pushed her forward he could press the
head of his cock into her tight pussy and thrust. Instead, he backed up, and
urged her forward, almost to the edge of the tub. From behind her, he slid a
hand between her thighs and dipped a finger into her warmth. She was like
liquid silk and closed around him tight on a gasp. He wasted no time, and began
to fuck her with his finger. In and out he slid until she started bearing down
against him, trying to take him deeper.

“Shit, Beau,” she whimpered.

Just as her legs began to shake, he added a second finger
and plunged deep. She jerked and let out a muffled cry.

Then he reached to flip a switch on the wall next to him.

Gigi bucked as water jetted against her pussy in a rush,
pounding against her swollen clit. The finger working her into a frenzy became
two and the fullness made her want to weep. She flexed her hips, wanting more
of everything, more Beau, more pressure punishing the sensitive knot between
her legs. Every nerve in her body lit up and she needed—was desperate for—the
release she knew Beau could give her. Just a little more.

Beau froze, fingers buried deep. His low voice barely
penetrated the sensual haze gripping her.

“Are you ready for me?”

She tried to form the words, to beg him to finish it, to
give her what she needed so bad. Instead, she licked her lips and nodded. Then
he was gone and she almost wept at the loss.