Page 49 of Sweet Surrender
She paused in the doorway. “I had a nice time with you today.” Her words were sweet, hesitant. She lingered in the doorway, staring at him, her hands playing with the straps of her shoes. Her expression seemed to be asking him,was this real?He wanted to scream,yes!
He needed her to leave. He was two seconds away from launching out of his seat and shoving her against the wall, tunneling his hand under her dress and between her thighs to find out whether she was as turned on as he was. Jesus, who was he? So damn aggressive, it wasn’t like him at all.
Yep, he needed her gone. “Goodnight Taylor,” he said resolutely, turning back to the TV. He held his breath, waiting to see what would happen, and only let it out once he heard the bedroom door close.
“Fuck,” he hissed, wiping a hand over his face.
He switched onto the channel that airedThe Great British Bake Offaround the clock, the real reason he had brought his TV in the first place. Her old TV didn’t have all the good channels. Taylor was right that he had wanted to be a chef when he was younger, but now he preferred baking to cooking and this show from the U.K was pure perfection.
But even that couldn’t get his mind off Taylor and their day together. After an hour he finally gave in and put the TV off. He checked the windows and doors before he went into the bedroom, praying she was asleep. He grabbed a t-shirt and sweats and changed in the bathroom like he normally did. He got into bed, his favorite pillow fort still in place, thank the Lord.
He tried not to look at her, tried to just will himself to sleep. He eventually drifted into dreams but they were short-lived.
He woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. Sweat drenched his t-shirt. What the hell had woken him? Then he heard one of those little moans coming from the ball of heat next to him, through the pillow fort.
“Jesus, please no. Not tonight,” he begged, praying to whoever was out there to just give him a break. He couldn’t cope with this tonight, his self-control was already stretched to the max. Thankfully there was silence. Relief at his answered prayer was brief when another, much louder moan hit him. His cock responded instantly, not that it had really gone down since their little stare-off.
A husky gasp from next to him had him gritting his teeth and tucking his hands under his head to keep from doing something he shouldn’t. He needed to get some noise canceling headphones or some shit if this kept happening. The moans continued, increasing in volume and frequency.
“Mmm, Beau,” she moaned.
His whole body jolted, going on high alert.Holy shit, this is a game changer.Was she having a sex dream about him? His cock throbbed in his sweatpants, begging for some attention. Attention it hadn’t had for a loooong time. His hand ran down his stomach but stopped. There was no way he could do that right now, what the hell was wrong with him?
He tried to block out her moans, blowing out deep breaths, but he couldn’t do it. He reached breaking point and he needed to get out of there. Needed a cold shower to calm his body down. Perfect.
He got out of bed as quietly as he could, and padded into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door softly. Once safely inside he braced his hands on the sink and took a deep breath, looking at himself in the mirror. Wild eyes stared back at him. His shirt was damp so he stripped it off and turned on the shower, not even bothering with the hot tap, he wanted it ice cold.
He tugged down his sweatpants and boxers, ignoring his hard dick. His mind replayed her moaning his name and his cock jerked at the memory.
“Stop it,” he hissed to himself and stepped under the spray.
He released a string of curse words as the ice-cold water pummeled his shoulders and down his back. He ducked his head under the water, tilting his face up to the spray. The water felt like little ice picks stabbing at his face. Before long, his body adjusted to the temperature and the shock wore off. He stood there, trying to think of anything he could to try and deflate his arousal but it wasn’t working.
He hung his head, giving into the inevitable. Hating himself but eager for release. He gripped his hard length, a hiss of pleasure escaping him. He fisted himself again before grabbing his shower gel and squeezing some out onto his palm before he stroked over his hard cock, slowly.
“Oh, shit,” he grunted, before he began working himself in earnest. He stroked up and down, faster, then slower. Teasing himself as her moan played over and over in his mind. He imagined waking her up, talking her through what he wanted her to do to herself.
“Slide your fingers inside yourself. Deeper.”
Little moans would flow from that playful mouth as her hand disappeared between her legs, doing exactly what he said.
He worked himself faster, his hand slipping and sliding over his length, bumping over his thick head. In his mind the sound of her wetness consumed him as he watched her hips arching into her hand.
“Beau, I need you Beau,”she moaned in his fantasy. He gripped his balls and tugged firmly as he quickened his pace, breathing like he was running a marathon. He slid his thumb over the sensitive head, stroking the slit there.
“Touch me, Beau, please,”she begged him, beautiful eyes glazed with need. He felt heat coil inside as he thrust his hips, fucking his fist. Heat raced up his spine as he came hard, biting his arm to stop from crying out with his release. He slowed his strokes, teasing the last drop from himself and watching it swirl down the drain.
He leaned against his arm, catching his breath. He was surprised he’d come so quick, just from picturing her touching herself but it had been the hottest fantasy of his life. His knees were like jelly as he finished showering and toweled off. He hadn’t brought any clean clothes in with him in his hurry so he put his sweatpants on and tossed his t-shirt in the laundry hamper.
He was a little uneasy at the thought of going back in the bedroom with no t-shirt on. He didn’t want her seeing his body, it wouldn’t look how she thought it would. But he reasoned that he would be awake before her for his run so she wouldn’t see him. He opened the door, flicking off the light and saw her lying there, so still.
Guilt at what he’d just done swamped him. She was asleep, surely she hadn’t she heard him? He hadn’t meant to be loud but he couldn’t help it, he was too worked up to be quiet. He tiptoed over to the bed and got back in, only relaxing when he heard her soft snores.
Chapter 14
Taylor bustled around the heaving bar, restocking the fridges, collecting dirty glasses and making sure she was getting to each customer, keeping everyone happy. Anything to forget about the way her heart had stumbled in her chest last night when she and Beau had done their intimacy exercise. At first it was awkward, but then something in the air changed between them. She had seen the moment his eyes softened, gobbling up her vulnerability greedily, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he liked it and wanted more, like he wanted itall.
She thought her cup of lust was already full to the brim, until she saw the heat in his eyes. Then that damn cup overflowed. All sorts of naughty fantasies stormed her mind. Fantasies she almost suggested they act on, too drunk on their newfound intimacy to think straight. Clearly being around him all day yesterday had taken its toll on her sanity. In a moment of madness she had hinted, but had not been brave enough to actually say the words and offer herself to him. But she had hinted in other ways, only for him to ignore it.
