Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
8: The Sexy Time
Dash/Beau
Dash
Eleven days later
Chicago, Illinois
“No, I’m not doin’ that,” Beau said firmly, giving his final say in the matter.
A long yawn followed his unyielding negation of a simple suggestion. Turned out, it was a good thing I understood the language of talking through a yawn because most of his explanation was given that way.
“It’s already weird that we’re sleepin’ together online like this. And besides, you’re spendin’ too much money. Why did I need a laptop after that expensive phone you purchased?”
“I disagree.” I paused as I watched my guy dramatically flip to his back and interrupt an ensuing argument forming on my lips.
“Of course, you do,” he said sarcastically, giving the same drama-filled hand movements that were now becoming part of the way he spoke. Then a final hand slashed through the air to drive his decision home. So much attitude that if I didn’t know better, I’d consider him Italian. Which was my favorite country to visit.
“Will you let me finish a sentence? I let you say your peace. Now, it’s my turn,” I explained as patiently as possible. And dammit if my guy didn’t cut me off again. Beau was so challenging at times.
“You only get a say when you’re not tryin’ to change my mind. All you do is continually try to do things that make me uncomfortable. Have you ever considered you’re a pervert?” He tossed the question out like that was new information. I did enjoy a little of the kinky stuff—his words, not mine.
“It’s been days and days since I held you last. I haven’t kissed you or made love to you…” I countered, changing tactics.
“I’ll be there in thirty hours max. If you’d allow me to go to sleep, I’d be far safer on the drive tomorrow.” He sounded reasonable, even right, but I wasn’t in the same mindset. My turn-around trip the previous weekend hadn’t even allowed for an overnight. My schedule had been cut short due to a group project that I needed to be present to complete. I missed my guy. We’d been living our life through Skype. Everything we did, eating dinner, packing the things I wanted to bring, falling asleep at night, all done on video. What was truly influencing my current quest was that I wanted to have video sex at least once in my lifetime. Beau’s refusal consistently came by way of safety concerns. He didn’t do technology and didn’t trust the process. He wanted our privates to stay private, not potentially out for the world to see.
The thought behind his rejection was sweet. He didn’t want anyone else to see me that way. I, though, didn’t have those hangups. I liked watching my guy come. Many times, I encouraged him to jack off, only helping his release in order to catch him in the throes of passion. Beau Brooks did it for me in every way. I missed him.
Instead of trying to battle this out, I put my money where my mouth was, or better said, I put my laptop on my thighs. My hard, ready cock on display. I clutched around my shaft, giving one sure tug. Based on my limited view, I only caught Beau’s head coming closer to the screen.
“You’re always so responsive. I like that a lot,” he said, his tone turning husky and rough, his bottom lip sliding between his teeth. I needed to remember that Beau responded better to action than words. My guy liked our sex as much as I did, maybe more now that he’d found the joys of bottoming.
“Then join me, Beau. Touch yourself for me. Don’t hold back. I’m not.” The groan that left my lips was from the way he stared at me like a prime piece of meat. His gaze turned needy and appreciative. The fight vanished. He lowered, pushing several pillows underneath his head to see me better.
“Hey, where did you go?” he asked, my laptop sliding off my thighs as I shifted my upper body to see better.
Elation and frustration flowed through me at finally getting my way. Elation because of a naked Beau and video sex. Frustration because I could’ve been doing this every night before bed if Beau had allowed it sooner.
“I’m here.” And, boy, was I completely there.
Beau stroked his swollen, ruddy cock.
“You’re sexy as hell. I knew you’d be. I wish I was there to taste your tip. You’re like an ambrosia…”
Beau chuckled at me, stopping my attempt to dirty talk us through the deed. “I appreciate your effort, but my come tastes like ambrosia?”
All right, he caused me to laugh too. “Delicious a better word?”
“Still probably a stretch,” Beau said, his voice growing husky while he gave into the friction of his fist. I wished I was there to jerk him off. “I love watching you, Beau. Your cock’s the pinnacle of my dreams.”