Beautiful Beast (Gypsy Heroes #3)(55)

‘Jake, you have to trust me when I say I know what I’m doing.’

‘Oh, f*ck,’ he says, and runs both his hands through his hair. ‘At least tell me what you’re planning. I promise not to interfere.’

I look at him incredulously. ‘You’re not going to interfere? That’s a laugh. You can as much stop yourself from getting involved as I can give her back to him.’

He gives a long sigh. ‘Just remember I’m here for you. No matter what.’ He sighs again. ‘And whatever you are planning to do you better do it fast. Word gets around.’





No … do not go around bragging, no …

That you’ve stolen my heart

And I’ve nothing more to give…

-The loser, Enrique Iglesias

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLcfAnN2QgY&list=RDGMEMYvZjTda73N9EL0Qo2TnYngVMtLcfAnN2QgY





Thirty-two


SNOW

After I hear Jake’s words to Shane, I creep back to bed and, turning on my side, breathe deeply and evenly until I hear the front door close and Shane comes back into the room minutes later. He stands for a good few minutes looking down at me, but I just pretend to be sleeping. Finally, he goes to his side of the bed and quietly slips in.

For a long time he doesn’t sleep. He just lays on his back staring at the wall. I can feel him thinking. Planning whatever it is that he is arranging. He never touches me. A last I hear his breath become even and he sleeps, but I never fall asleep again.

When morning comes, I carefully burrow under the cover and gently lick his sleeping cock. I am so gentle I do not startle him awake. I awaken him gently. His hand moves down and strokes my hair as his cock hardens with surprising rapidity. I take the beautiful, porcelain-smooth thing into my mouth, and let it slide along my tongue.

Oh! Shane.

It must have been delectable for him too, because he groans. A low, long sound of pure pleasure. He puts his hands around my head, gently forcing his cock to the back of my throat. His cock pulses and throbs in my mouth as if holding back from spilling its hot milk down my throat. I let him hold me there. If only he would hold me there forever. A few drops of pre-cum touch the back of my throat and I swallow them eagerly.

I drank my lover.

Let him be part of me. The action, the swallowing movement of my mouth excites him, and he begins to pull me up and down his shaft until his body clenches and he explodes. The force of his orgasm bursts inside my mouth, thick spurts of semen pouring into my throat. This I will take with me.

And I will remember this morning forever.

He pulls me up his naked, warm body and kisses me deeply. He rolls me onto my back and touches my naked *. He smiles slowly.

‘You’re wet,’ he accuses.

‘And what are you going to do about it then, big boy?’ I ask.

‘I’m going to eat you,’ he says, and goes down on me.

My climax when it comes is bitter-sweet. Sweet because my whole body arches and strains with waves of pure bliss that feel as if they will go on forever. Bitter because they stop. And when they stop I lie drained and almost tearful.

Everything must come to an end.

But the pain of letting go is almost too much to bear. When you find something so beautiful you can’t be expected not to cry when you are told you can’t have it. Tears swim in my eyes. I blink them away.

He comes up my body and rests on his elbows. ‘Hey, are you OK?’ His eyes are concerned.

‘Yeah, it was a really good orgasm,’ I say, and I even manage to smile up at him.

He grins. ‘How good was it?’

‘Like a box of chocolates and a newborn German Sheppard puppy called Ghengis?’

‘Really? As good as all that,’ he teases.

‘Yes, as good as that.’

He kisses the tip of my nose. ‘Oh, Snow. There is just no one like you.’

‘That’s true,’ I say, and kiss the tip of his nose. Against my thigh I feel his cock grow again.

‘Really? You can’t be wanting it again,’ I say with a laugh.

‘I’m f*cking starving for you. But first, a trip to the toilet is in order. I don’t want to be peeing inside you.’


‘Ugh, you’re disgusting.’

He gets off me laughing and disappears into the toilet. I watch his nude body walk away from me avidly. I will remember this.

When he comes back he sheathes his cock and pushes deep into me. I cry out. Not with pain or pleasure, but with gratitude. I will have this until the day I die. For the first time in my life I understood women who never remarried after they lost their love. Nobody else is good enough. Once you get that one person who is right for you, you will never again want anybody else.

Maybe I will marry. Actually, of course I will marry, my mother will make sure that I do, but I will never, never, never love like this again. Never.

And when we come we lock eyes with each other. It is beautiful.

‘I’m yours,’ I whisper, wrapping my legs around him tightly.

‘Like you won’t believe,’ he whispers back.

Our bodies entwined, we lie there. It’s hard to look into his eyes. They are so blue, so sincere, so awesome. I want to tell him. I want to tell him that I love him like I have never and will never love again, but I realize that my declaration would be neither here nor there.