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He groans at the sensation, his cheeks red, strands of his hair falling into his face.
With a flick of my fingers, I brush the hair back, and he arches up into my touch as I continue to rut against him, using his ass as if it’s a sex toy.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” he says, and I moan at the thought, my body shaking as I feel my release nearing. Just imagining my dick pressing into his tight hole, stretching it open, has me quickening my pace as I chase my orgasm.
It’s when he arches his hips up slightly and clenches his ass cheeks around me that I explode, my release coating his ass and lower back. I continue to thrust against him, riding out the high before moving away from him, spreading his cheeks open, and pushing my cum into his hole with my finger.
He bites his bottom lip and widens his legs.
“You dirty fucker,” he mutters.
“I guess I am. I just want a part of me inside you. When we fuck, I don’t want to use condoms. I want to fill you. Is that weird?”
He turns to meet my gaze and wets his pink lips.
“No, it’s not. Not at all, and I’ve never done that before, so I’d like to do that with you.”
My heartbeat accelerates at his admission, and I twist my wrist, brushing against that small little bump inside of him, making him groan, his hips shifting up.
“Oh my god, yes. Right there. There!”
“You think you can come again?” I ask as I continue to massage him.
He shuffles up onto his hands and knees, his ass looking like an offering just for me.
“Yes. I can.”
With a small laugh, I continue to tease him, massaging his prostate while listening to his whimpers and whines, until he finally shakes and shatters, his cum hitting the sheets in long ropes. I’m never not impressed.
When we both fall to the bed, my arms pull him against my chest without another word or thought between us. I know things are uncertain, that this is all new, and Beau isn’t sure how things will turn out, but I know this…
The one thing I’m sure of is him.
Chapter Seventeen
Max
“Max?” Magnus says, his voice sounding tired.
“Hey,” I say, breathless. I answered the phone in a rush, nearly stumbling out of bed to get to the kitchen where I left it earlier. No one ever really calls me except for him, and fuck me, I won’t miss his call. I refuse.
“I’m so sorry, but I have to cancel this weekend. Lucy has a fever and Kieran doesn’t look much better. Can we reschedule for next weekend?”
My heart sinks because I was looking forward to seeing him and hate that I have to wait. But I also understand it. This happens. Kids get sick all the goddamn time, and from the way Magnus sounds, he needs some rest too.
“Of course. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
“Yeah, I will. Oh fuck. Sem! Kieran just threw up?—”
The phone goes dead, and I set it on the counter, running a hand over my face. Well, I didn’t have any plans this weekend except for visiting my brother at his place, but now it seems I’m wide open.
Picking up my phone once more, I send a few things to Magnus’s address—soup, crackers, and a few toys for the kids—before moving back to the room where Beau is sprawled out, his eyes barely open. He looks used and absolutely perfect.
“Morning,” I say, crawling up next to him and tucking myself against him. “That was Magnus. The kids are sick, so we’re not going tomorrow night.”
“Shit, that sucks,” Beau says, turning slightly, his hand carding through my hair. “You okay?”
“Yeah, a little disappointed, but I get it. Do you want to do something this weekend then? Maybe go somewhere?”