Sweet Renegade (11 page)

“Let me find the lamp,” Beau mutters, his tone somewhat odd.

I reach out again and he’s gone. I then hear a thud as Beau bites out a vicious curse. I roll my lips in to stop my laughter; no doubt, he banged into some kind of furniture. He’s now muttering to himself, which makes it even funnier. The light flicks on and I have to squint from the brightness of it. Beau is stiff and tense as he moves about the room, picking up some clothes off the floor and throwing out trash that is laying out on the table in the little kitchenette area. I frown.

What is going on with him?

I set my things down on top of the dresser then kick off my shoes. I sigh as I sit on the end of the bed and stretch out my toes. The heels I am wearing are killing my feet. Beau kicks his shoes off over by his suitcase. He finally turns around and looks at me. I cock my head when I see hesitation in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” I ask in concern.

He nods his head jerkily.

“You seem nervous,” I say. It just seems weird that he would be nervous since he’s the one who asked me back to his room and both of us know exactly where it would lead.

Beau shrugs and pulls his shirt over his head. “I’m fine, just tired.”

I let my eyes linger over his muscled frame. Things down low clench with want and need. Damn vagina is acting up again. I really don’t think sleeping with Beau is a good idea, but I don’t know if I can resist him. His pants are the next to go. My heart skips a beat when he is left standing next to the bed in only his red, white, and blue striped briefs. The body on this guy is incredible. My hands itch to run over all of that smooth, flawless skin. Without looking at me, he climbs under the covers and lies down.

Really? I swore that he was going to make a move tonight. Isn’t that why he asked me back to his room? Maybe he really only wants to hold me? Or maybe he’s waiting for me to make the first move because of our arrangement and he’s not sure of what I want? Yeah, that’s probably it. Well, I guess I will have to make the first move then. Watch out Beau because here I come…pun intended.

*Beau*

I swallow
hard as I watch Lizette undress. I can’t believe that she’s actually undressing in front of me. When I invited her back to my room, this is exactly what I had in mind, but I’m so fucking nervous that I abandon my initial plan to try to seduce her. Usually, just being alone with her has me hard…yeah, not even a twitch right now, that’s how nervous I am. This is so embarrassing.

She strips down to her matching black bra and panties. I scrub a hand over my mouth because I swear I’m drooling. I’ve been dying to see what she has hiding under her clothes for five years.
Holy hot mama, Batman!
Her body is so different from all of the other
girls
that I’ve dated. She has a
woman’s
body. She has curves and meat on her bones. She’s thin but not disgustingly thin - she’s just right. Her breasts are not huge, but just enough that they will most likely fill my big hands. And I love the way her hips flare out slightly.

Her skin is lightly tanned, but it’s her natural color. It looks soft and smooth and I am desperate to know if it feels as silky as it looks. My lips part when she starts toward the opposite side of the bed. My breath hitches and my heart leaps up into my throat when she climbs under the covers next to me. She immediately reaches over and slides her hand across my bare chest. My skin burns everywhere she touches. She scoots closer, pressing her body along the length of mine. Her lips touch my shoulder as her hand starts to travel down my stomach. That’s another thing a younger girl will not do – take charge. I always have to initiate everything when I’m with someone my age or younger. Older women know what they want and aren’t afraid to take it. I love that!

But I am still scared out of my mind. What if I suck? What if I do it wrong? Is that even possible? Oh god! I have no idea what I’m doing! My stomach churns, making me feel nauseous. Her hand just reaches my still soft cock when I stop her.

“Lizette, wait!” I cry, shooting up into a sitting position.

“Okay. What’s wrong?” she asks calmly, patiently, and a bit concerned.

“I have to tell you something,” I croak like an idiot.

Lizette sits up next to me and puts her hand on my back. “What is it?”

I glance over at her and she’s frowning slightly, but the concern in her eyes warms me. She does care about me, whether she wants to admit it or not. I rub my face hard, trying to find the words to tell her that I’m a virgin. I pull in a deep breath.

“I…I’m…I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.

Lizette’s concern turns to confusion. “Done what?”

I groan and drop my chin to my chest. “Sex, I’ve never had sex before.”

The silence is deafening. I hold my breath and chance a glance over at her. Her expression is stunned for a moment before she does the one thing that I never expected her to do - she bursts out laughing; like - laughing so hard that she has tears running down her face - laughing. I am not amused, though, more like mortified and hurt as I sit there with my jaw clenched, waiting for her to stop. She glances at me and sees that I’m not laughing. Her laughter slowly dies down. Her eyes never leave mine as she finally stops laughing. I know the exact moment that she realizes that I’m being serious. Her eyes widen and her lips part.

“Are you trying to tell me that you’re a virgin?” she asks incredulously.

“Yes,” I reply shortly.

Lizette flounders for a moment looking bewildered. “There is no way. You are surrounded by women all of the time. You’ve had girlfriends over the years. There is no way that you are still a virgin,” she states, shaking her head in disbelief.

I stare at her hard. “Why would I lie about this? You think that’s something I
want
to admit to you? Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am right now telling you this?” I snap.

“But…you’re a super star. I mean, how have you not had sex before?” she asks, still confused.

“It’s not for the lack of options, Lizette. I chose to wait,” I murmur.

She blinks. “But we…I mean…wasn’t that what we were…are…going to do tonight?” she asks softly.

I search her eyes. I nod. “I want to be with you, Lizette.”

“You want me to be your first?” she asks breathily, her eyes going wide again.

“If you want to be,” I whisper, still looking into her gorgeous green eyes.

We stare at each other for a moment, heavy emotions swirling between us. I know that if we do this tonight, everything between us will change. There will be no going back. I will never be able to be just friends with her again, no matter what I said before. If she decides not to stay with me at the end of our month together, I will never be able to have any kind of relationship with her ever again. Obviously, she will still be the group’s manager, but I will do everything possible to never be near her. My heart wouldn’t be able to take it. I shake that thought out of my mind. I don’t want to worry about that right now. Right now is about us, and our time together.

I watch as Lizette shifts to her knees before climbing onto my lap. I tilt my head back to look up at her. She cups my face in her hands, brushing her thumbs over my cheeks. I can’t decipher the emotion in her eyes, but whatever it is, it has my breath catching. She leans down, brushing her silky lips softly against mine. My eyes flutter shut as I slide my hands up her thighs to her hips and squeeze gently. She nips at my bottom lip before pressing hers more firmly against mine.

I groan when she opens her mouth to me and our tongues glide across each other. My hands tighten on her hips as I tilt my own forward to rub the hard on that I finally have, between her legs. She purrs low. Oh, how I love that sound. I want to make her purr and moan some more, so I wrap my arms around her waist and roll us over so that we are lying on the bed with me on top of her. I wedge my hips against hers as we continue to ravage each other’s mouths.

I drag my mouth down to her neck while shoving my hand under her back to unhook her bra. Once I get the little bugger loose, I toss it to the floor. I kiss my way down over her collarbone and chest to the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. I push up to sit back on my heels so that I can look at Lizette’s bare chest. My eyes practically roll back into my head when I see how perfect she is. I run my hands up her ribs and cup her full breasts in my hands. I was right; they are just big enough to fill my hands. She moans and arches under my touch.

I have had many dreams about this moment. I finally get to use my mouth to pleasure the woman of those dreams. I’ve been dying to do this, to make her feel good. I bend over her, and while still cupping her breasts, I flick my tongue over one of her hard nipples. She gasps. I take that as a good sign and continue, pulling one of her pretty pink buds into my mouth. She cries out and squirms under me, but I continue to suck hard, flicking my tongue over her nipple at the same time. She pants my name and it’s like music to my ears. I let that nipple pop out of my mouth and do the same to the other.

When I feel like I’ve tortured her nipples enough, I start kissing my way down her body, nipping at her hips and inner thighs - making her giggle, making me smile. I slowly remove her panties and settle myself between her legs. She’s so pretty and pink and bare. I lightly run a finger through her wetness as I bite the inside of her thigh. Shit, the noises she is making are already driving me insane. I roll my hips against the mattress to try to get some relief for my aching dick. I run my now slick finger around her clit. She cries out, her hands fisting the sheets.

“I thought you said you’ve never done this before,” Lizette gasps right before I drag my tongue through her wet folds.

“No, I said I’ve never had sex before, as in actual penis-in-vagina sex. I’ve done this before.” I smirk, glancing up to find her watching me with a lust filled gaze.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I flick my tongue over her clit. A whimper escapes her lips before she drops her head back to the bed; I continue to lick and suck her. I smooth my hands along the inside of her silky thighs and push her legs farther apart. I’m in heaven right now. I could do this for hours. I keep at it until she is writhing and whimpering under me. She suddenly grabs the short hair on top of my head and yanks my head up. I smack her hand away and latch back onto her. She cries out, grabs my hair again, this time with both hands, and pulls my head up.

“Stop!” She pants.

“You didn’t come yet.” I grunt, lifting my eyes to meet her blazing green ones.

“I want you inside of me when I come,” Lizette rasps, her face flushed.

I almost come on the spot, just from her words. She pulls me up her body by my hair. I wince a little bit at the pain but really can’t find it in myself to care. She can do whatever the hell she wants to me. As soon as my face is even with hers, she pulls me into a messy, needy kiss. One hand that was in my hair moves down to cup the back of my head while she shoves her other hand past the waistband of my underwear. I moan into her mouth when she wraps her hand tightly around my shaft and starts pumping lazily.

I grunt and blink when I find myself on my back with Lizette yanking my underwear off. Her heavy lidded eyes rake down my body, lingering on my now rock-hard erection. I can’t help but smile. She looks crazed, her hair is a mess and her eyes look wide and wild.