The Brooks Boys

Chapter Fourty Nine

::: I haven't actually edited this chapter properly so I'm very sorry for any mistakes. Feel free to comment and tell me where my mistakes are so I can fix them tomorrow :P :::

The songs for this chapter are:

The 1975 - Settle down.

Panic! At the disco - It's better if you do. (This song makes be happier than Beau at the end of chapter 48 ;))

~Ellie's P.O.V~

"Fuck. Baby... Mmmm. You obviously want to kill me, right?" Beau pants, a few minutes after collapsing at my side.

"Nope." I turn my head to him and smile at his state. "Was it good? I- I mean I've never. Like, I've never done anything like that before." I eagerly ask, nervous of his response. What if I'm terrible at this stuff? After all I'm no way near as experienced as he is.

"Good? Babe, that was the best I've ever had." He smiles. "But just one thing..." Beau sucks in a sharp uneasy breath through his teeth. His eyes flicker between my body and the discarded sheets before his arms reach out to retreve them and cover my body.

I sit up and completely encase my body in a blankety igloo full of insecurity. His eyes shine with humor but I'm not getting the punchline. Did I do something wrong?

"What? What is it? But what?" I rush him and looks down at his lap, almost embarrassed.

"I need to cover you up. Or I'll come again." His head turns away from me but I can still picture the small smirk and redness on his face.

"And I don't really think the bed would appreciate that." He tilts his head towards the mess in between his legs then purses his lips like a school child that just whispered the word:'willy' to his best friend.

"Yeah we should probably clean that up." I titter to myself and we both sit up in unison.

"Or, maybe you could clean it up. You know?" his tongue drags across his bottom lip before his lifts it into his mouth. Chewing on it seductively.

"Y-you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows at the small puddle between his legs. Does he really want me to taste that?

"Yeah well, if you want." he shrugs, trying to gather my expression. I can't see myself but I must look terrified.

.....

"Here." Beau smiles tossing me his shirt so I look decent enough to run down the corridor into the shower room.

"Thanks." I say straightening the top and walking out of the room.

"I'll be down with your stuff in a minute." he calls after me.

I enter the bathroom with a salty taste swimming about in my mouth. I can't believe what I just did.

It was bad, careless, irresponsible, idiotic, dirty and undoubtedly reckless.

But fun.

Very fun.

I never knew how much my hand could have an effect on him. And more astonishingly how much of an effect it had on me.

I'm sure I was enjoying it more than him. But the evidence of that had been superseded by his angelic moans as he pleaded for more: he pleaded for me.

The amount of confidence that pours into me when I'm close to him is almost overwhelming. I can't see straight or think straight for that matter. My brain and mouth move in an unsynchronised pattern in his presence and I'm thankful. I like that he makes me dizzy. I love the things he makes me feel, even if he doesn't know it.