fingers. “I’m onto you, you know,” he said casually.
My eyes widened. I had no idea what he meant. Was he talking about the thing with Jayd? Or the fucking feelsy-crush-thing I was pretty sure was giving me bulging heart-eyes every time I looked at him? Or…
“You don’t like anyone to pay too much attention to you, do you?”
I swallowed. What the fuck was that? Who made startling, heart-squeezing pronouncements of things a casual hookup would never notice about one, accompanied by a devastating smile, in the middle of particularly good sex? It was rude. Unforgivable. Not fucking done.
“You said I was a drama queen,” I reminded him in a lusty frog croak that was approximately as sexy as you’d think it was.
“’Cause you are.” He stopped to run his teeth over my nipple, and I shuddered. “But that’s just another way of distracting me from what you’re really feeling, isn’t it? The same way you turn the tables on me every time we’re talking about you.” He sucked hard at my other nipple. “The same way you’re more comfortable when you’re the one giving pleasure than when you’re receiving.”
Dear sweet baby Jesus, if I suddenly became that guy who cried during sex, I was gonna… fuck. I didn’t even know. Find a sword and fall on it? Swear off sex forever? Something powerful and atrocious and…
“But that’s not happening today, Tobias Elford. Because you are the absolute center of my attention. And I like everything I see.”
I made a noise that was halfway between a moan and a sob—okay, more of a sob trying valiantly to be a moan—that turned into a full-on epic porn-star squeal the minute his fingers breached my hole. He’d done such a spectacular job of loosening me up earlier that it barely burned, and the pressure of his big fingers inside me was ten out of ten epic stars.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, Beale. Please, baby.”
He ripped open a condom and took a second to figure out which way it rolled on, which was literally the most painfully beautiful moment I’d ever experienced because it reminded me that this was Beale, who’d never be able to say he’d never done this before to anyone ever again.
I held my leg to my chest as he lined up against me, and watched him swallow hard. I thought he might ask if I was sure I wanted this, or if I was really ready, but whatever he saw on my face—those damn heart-eyes, I swear—clearly removed any reluctance, and he slowly, slowly pushed inside me, filling me up.
“Ohhhhh, Toby.” His eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and he said the words like a magical spell. Weirdly enough, they felt that way, too. “This feels… fucking incredible.”
“I know. Shit. And it’s gonna feel even better when you move, baby.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, braced my arms on his biceps, and set my heels on his ass like I could spur him to fuck me. “Trust me.”
His eyes blinked open and settled on mine, and all I could think was that no one had ever seen that beauty quite that way before. And then he pulled back and rocked into me, and I couldn’t think of a single fucking thing.
Beale Goodman was loud, and God, I loved it. I loved him shouting my name so hard the cat was probably having a conniption somewhere. I loved him staring down at me like I was a gift. I loved the feeling of his muscles bunching beneath my fingers as he drilled into me with a skill that no newbie should have had.
“I can’t… help it…” he gritted out. “I’m gonna come, Toby. You’ve gotta come first.”
He reached a hand between us and wrapped it around my dick to jerk me off. It was sloppy and totally uncoordinated and so magnificent that when I came, and he came half a minute later, I had to turn my face toward the pillow for a second. You couldn’t be that guy if no one saw the tears, right?
12
Beale
Czarina’s StarCharts for Today:
Oh, Virgo! Don’t let doubts cloud your judgment today. Overcome your insecurities and stay the course.
“Afternoon, Beale!” Scotty gave me a cheerful smile as I strolled up to the counter at the Bean. He looked behind me expectantly, and his smile fell just a little. “Trey not with you today?”
I smiled. Whispering Key was not a place where things usually changed very fast, if ever. The cell signal was spotty,