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I should say something, slow things down, but what I see strips the rest of my hesitation away. His eyes are dark, blown wide with lust, fixed on me. Eyes that I’m determined to send rolling back into his head before the night is done.

My hips grind against him involuntarily, my body’s needs pushing my fears aside. I grab his ass, pulling his body flush with mine, then put my mouth to his ear, my voice wrecked with want and need.

“Fuck. Yes.”

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Torin

Braw

Translation: Brave

Usage: To describe someone who is handsome or strong; can also mean great, pleasant, or beautiful

We tumble into the back seat of a car together, the world outside dulling to a blur of streetlights and shadows. The fire in Beau’s eyes tells me he’s struggling not to maul me right here and now.

Christ, I want him.

I’ve been craving this, and now that I know he’s interested in more than just fun, I want him more than ever. My cock is so hard it’s painful. It’s not just want now, it’s need. I need to feel his skin against mine, need him on me and in me, to possess me, and me him. Right fucking now.

The driver’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror; I wait until they return to the road. I reach over and rub my hand up Beau’s thigh, increasing the pressure as I get closer to his bulge. He sucks in a breath when I cup him, throbbing against my palm through denim. I glide my hand along his length, imagining how he’ll taste, how I’ll feel opening up for him, but his strong fingers clamp around my wrist before I can get to the base.

I turn my head and see Beau’s smoldering eyes staring me down, and they tell me two things: Beau is in charge here, and I am about to have the best sex of my life.

He keeps my hand in his lap for the rest of the ride, and I swear I can feel his heartbeat just from his hard-on pressing against my palm. He releases me when we pull up to his house. He thanks the driver, and I dive out of the car, rushing to the door. Beau fucking saunters over, enjoying every second of my torment.

He grabs my hand, thumb stroking as he unlocks the door, then pulls me around to enter before him. Beau turns on the lights while I kick off my shoes, and as soon as the door slams shut, he grabs my hips and tucks me back against him, his cock rock hard as he grinds it against my ass.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” Beau’s voice is husky in my ear. “Been dreaming about it. Planning what I’d do to you.”

I moan in response, pushing back against his erection.

He pins me in place, one hand splayed across my stomach, while the other unzips my coat. I want to spin around, kiss him, strip him down and finally see what I’ve dreamed about for months now, but he’s not letting me go anywhere. His fingers slide over my torso, dipping lower. “Fuck,” he drawls before his mouth find a new target. I whimper—I fucking whimper—as he makes love to my neck, licking with his talented tongue, sucking with his beautiful lips. Never too hard but plenty to keep me gasping.

He peels my coat and jacket off, and I finally break free. Spinning around, I take his face in my hands and crash my mouth against his, our tongues battling as I grind my erection against his bulge. His hands rove over my body with a hunger I haven’t experienced from him before.

“God, you feel good,” he growls, nipping at my lip, cupping my ass. The way he grips me is possessive, urgent, but never too rough, like he knows exactly how much of his strength to use to make my breath catch with every intentional movement of his skilled hands.

I rip off his outer layers and feel up his bulging muscles through his shirt, my movements haphazard and excited as I explore his chest, abs, and back. “You’re a braw fuckin’ man,” I say between kisses. I can’t get enough of him. I need more.

“Take your shirt off,” I huff out through ragged breaths, reaching to untuck it.

He nips my lip harder this time.

“Ask nicely,” he says in that low, commanding voice, teasing me with his tongue before retreating when mine demands more.

I’m quickly devolving from hungry to desperate as his hands skim up my back, then trail back down with firm pressure along my spine, causing my hips to buck into him.

“Please,” I gasp.

Another kiss.

“Please, I need to see all of you.”

Another kiss.

“Please, fuck, please,” I groan.