Page 101 of Except You
Beau presses against me and his lips land on my Adam’s apple, sucking on it. “Where to? NorCal? We could go to the Redwoods.”
“Yeah, but that would take a whole day just to get up there. How about San Diego? It’s close and we could get a hotel room and just wander around.”
“Mm, yeah, we could do that. Let’s call out of work today and just fuck right off.”
“Hm. Yes. Sounds good. I am feeling a bit sick.”
Beau huffs a laugh and then rolls away from me, his hard dick straining up from between his legs.
“I’ll message work now,” he says, reaching for his phone and shooting them a text. I do the same, wanting to spend the entire weekend with Beau—next to him, against him, inside him.
“What do we do about Doggo?” I ask, and Beau purses his lips in thought.
“I’ll message Coop. He’ll watch him. He owes us for being such a dickhead.”
His thumbs fly across the screen of his phone and he chuckles lightly at something he reads before turning to look at me. “Coop has agreed to spoil Doggo, so we’re good to go.”
“Great.”
“How about we shower and then pack and then we can make hotel reservations on the way there?” Beau says, setting his phone down and sitting up.
I nod and follow him into the bathroom, wanting to shower with him. The distance I experienced earlier is currently gone and I want it to stay that way. But at the same time, he hasn’t brought up me asking him to move in with me either. And I’m not sure how I feel about that. I really was serious and I want him to consider it. I stare at him as we brush our teeth, my eyes sliding from his face to his ass to his dick, and I scoot a little closer, our arms brushing.
He smiles around his toothbrush and then winks at me, reaching his free hand out to stroke my dick.
It’s ridiculous, the two of us scrubbing at our teeth while he slowly jacks me off, but I’m here for it. When he bends over to spit the paste out, I run my hand down his spine and ass, squeezing it gently.
“When I met you,” Beau says, walking into the shower. “I never thought you’d be so handsy.”
“It’s just you, Beau. Never been this way with anyone except you.”
He grins at me and then nods toward the lube on the counter. I grab it and set it on the lip of the tub.
“Thinking you’re gonna get lucky, mister?”
“You suggested it with your eyeballs.”
“I did. Such a slut for you, Max.”
I moan as I pull him into me, our lips meeting in a long hot kiss before we finally pull away to wash. As my fingers work the shampoo into his hair, his eyelids shut and he groans softly.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his ear, nipping at it gently. “I think you’ll let me inside you again.”
He sighs, his fingers clenching my hips. “You know me so well.”
“I do. I know you want it.”
“I do, so bad.”
He’s breathless now, his chest heaving when I drag my soapy hands down his body to his cock and ass, making sure to wash them very thoroughly. He’s arching his hips back, telling me what he wants without words, but I tease him endlessly. A punishment of sorts for pulling away yesterday.
I never want him to do that again.
“Please,” Beau rasps, his body now vibrating with pent-up need. His hands are splayed on the wall, his ass out. An offering to me. “Please.”
I grab the lube, squirt it on my fingers, and press one inside of him.
He moans at that and then presses back, taking me deep.