“You sent Gabby?” I immediately wished I could take it back. At the shock in my voice, he narrowed his eyes.
“Who else would have?” he asked. I had assumed it was Nikolai, that he was thrusting us together again. I should have known Beast wouldn’t have known that. He kicked open his bedroom door and walked us both inside.
“I was just surprised,” I said, changing the subject. “Thank you.” He set me down on the bed then kneeled between my thighs.
He touched my cheek. “You look upset.”
I leaned into the embrace. “Gabby was having a hard day.” The cameras had recorded our entire conversation, crying and all, so I had to come up with something. Gabby had been too upset to think about them, and it was all on tape. Beast nodded, stood up, and began taking off his suit jacket. He stretched out his tie and pulled it over his head. Next, he unbuttoned his cuff links, then he began unbuttoning the shirt itself. I realized what was happening: Beast was undressing in front of me, and not in a sexual way.
Well, it was sexual in the sense that everything with Beast was sexual, but he was clearly just undressing, just coming home from whatever work he’d had to do.
I was mesmerized.
It was like I was witnessing something special, like I was let in on a secret, as if I was witnessing the Aurora Borealis, or something even more rare, like those meteors that only come every hundred years or so.
When he was finished, he was shirtless but still in his pants. He came over to me. “Your mouth is open.”
I blinked, shaking my head and closing my mouth. Then I glanced at his pants, at the massive tent that had grown in them, and swallowed. He gripped my lip between his thumb and forefinger, nudging my mouth back open. I obeyed. My gaze shifted from his, back down to his pants.
It was so hard. Demanding.
I found myself reaching for his trousers. In seconds I had unzipped them and reached inside. I’d never given anyone a blowjob before—remember how I’d never even really been kissed before? Yet I was in some kind of trance, filled with an insane person’s courage and boldness. I grasped his cock. It was so hot and smooth and the feel of it in my palm felt like victory. I looked for a sign that what I was doing was okay. His gaze was intense, burning like molten liquid, scorching me to my core. I parted my lips, needing a breath just from looking at him. Everything about him was so feral, as if he wanted to tear into me. Beneath all that intensity I saw a need, a burning need that matched my own. I pulled him out, my fingers not even fitting around his cock.
His fingers whispered against my neck, gently clasping my hair from the base and gathering it into a ponytail. At the same time, I opened my mouth, ready to take him in. I was so ready, I throbbed at the sight of it. He was thick and veiny and somehow so soft. I lifted his cock, guiding it toward my mouth. The Beast emitted a low, virile moan when my lips met the hot skin. The hands that had once gently held my hair wound themselves in a knot.
My lips smoothed along his shaft as I sucked him in, my tongue twirling and licking him. I took in as much of him as I could at a time, attempting all the tricks I’d seen in porn and read about in books. I looked up to check that I wasn’t completely screwing it up and the way he looked at me, with such intensity and adoration, did something to me. It awakened something primal inside me and it made me do something bold—I lightly grazed my teeth along his shaft.
The shift was instantaneous. The fingers in my hair tightened, the grip sharp and painful and so good. He commanded me. I no longer fucked him, but he me. It was a fast and hard and unrelenting rhythm. He plowed into my mouth and his groans grew louder.
I snuck a peek at his face. He was totally losing it. I felt a wash of something new: power. I had power over him. I snaked my tongue lightly against him. He groaned, his whole body tensing. This was new. I actually had power. All my earlier hesitations vanished. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, sucking hard on his cock. He pulled my hair hard and his cock throbbed dangerously in my mouth. He was about to come.
The Beast sensed it as well and tugged me off him by my hair. I looked up at him, my lips drenched in saliva and his pre-cum. He growled, his face masked by too many thoughts and feelings. I raised my brow, head slightly cocked.
I tried to reach back to suck him back in, and in that moment, I realized something. The realization broke through the lusty trance.
I wanted his come in my mouth.
I didn’t have a moment to analyze, to freak out, because he came. Hot spurts splashed on my chest, and then I was in his arms.
He opened up the window and the frigid air was a chilly whisper on my neck. I cuddled deeper into the blankets. Naked, he looked out over New York City. Sweat glistened on the muscles of his back. His muscles were like steel wrapped in velvet. Everything was perfect, from the curve in his shoulders, to the faint spirals of scars on his skin, down to his dimpled ass, and his thick, roped thighs.
I sighed.
It wasn’t his beautiful body that had me staring, though. It was like he’d gotten hit on the head or something these past twenty-four hours. He was a completely different person. There was absolutely no fucking way I was calling the doctor, though; this person was kind and gentle.
I rolled away from him, dragging the blankets with me, and stared up at the ceiling. He hadn’t let me clean off, hadn’t cleaned me off either. Afterward he’d pulled me up, smashing against him in a sticky, hot mess. Now I was dry and caked but I didn’t feel gross; I felt so good. My limbs felt warm and used, like after the gym. I couldn’t help from flexing and releasing my toes beneath the blankets and a stupid, dopey smile was on my face.
“What does mee-oh kwore-ay mean?” I asked, still staring up at the ceiling. I tried to say the word he’d been using but exaggerated a bit and failed to roll my R properly.
“What is this?” he asked. I rolled over on my stomach to get a better look at him. Was it possible that I was actually happy? No, that was dumb. I couldn’t be happy. It was just that he had been treating me so well the past day. It was crazy, like some light switch had been flipped in his head. I had this stupid, insane thought that maybe I could have my cake and eat it too. Papa could go on living his stupid, as
shole life and I could live here, with Beast.
What was the harm?
Papa would get to live and I would get happiness. I’d never had happiness before. I realized that now. You don’t really realize you don’t have it until you do. It’s like being in the dark and suddenly having the lights turned on. In the dark you’re used to the black, but now with the lights on, I realized how dingy everything was before.
“What is what?” I asked.