[ON HOLD] Addicted To You - A Beau Brooks FanFic

Chapter 4

Authors note: OKAY BEFORE YOU START READING I JUST WANNA SAY THAT THIS IS THE LONGEST, MOST DETAILED CHAPTER OF SMUT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE SO PLEASE TAKE CAUTION AND KNOW THAT I HAVE INCLUDED EVERY SINGLE DETAIL, AND I MEAN EVERYTHING. THANK YOU AND ENJOY

❤️Charlie's POV❤️

"Hey," I smiled as Beau walked into my bedroom, closing the door behind him and making his way over to my bed.

"How have you been?" he asked, sitting down next to me. I was in a Nirvana shirt and pyjama shorts which happened to be quite short, but I didn't care. My hair was wet as I had just come out of the shower, but at least I smelled nice, right?

"Alright, actually I wanted to talk about what you said at Maccas the other day."

"Oh yeah?" He looked at me with his green, sexy eyes. I bit my lip and tried not to pounce on him. "Go on then."

"Actually, let's save it for another day," I smiled.

"Okay..." He put his hand on my neck and caressed my jawline with his thumb. "I missed you."

"I saw you like two days ago," I chuckled, running my hands through his hair as he continued to caress my face. His wet lips trailed up to my mouth and he began biting my bottom lip, making me giggle. His hands began tugging at the top of my shorts. I knew what he was up to, and I didn't want this at that moment in time.

"Beau, stop," I whispered, but he had already pulled my shorts down, revealing my red laced lingerie. I mentally slapped myself because Beau saw my arousal through my pants, this made him want me more.

He tugged at my pants with his teeth, I was irritated with myself because I was letting him do this when I wasn't in the mood, but I couldn't stop him, he just kept at it.

"You're so wet," he whispers, almost shocked as he throws my red underwear across the room, then proceeds to lift my right leg up and over his shoulder, then he repeats this with my left leg.

"Beau!" I yelled.

"Shut up," his husky voice replied, leaving me astonished that he'd actually just told me to shut up. He spreads my legs slightly, placing them at the very edges of his shoulders, and runs a finger along my core, collecting my juices. My body begins to shake involuntarily in anticipation, and he grins proudly.

His blazing emerald eyes burning into my helpless blue ones, he dips his finger into his mouth, sucking off the juices. His eyes flutter shut in contentment, and I can't help but imagine how his tongue feels as it swirls around his finger.

He retracts his finger with a 'pop', and then winks at me.

"You're delicious," he mutters. "I bet you want my mouth, don't you, hmm? I bet you want my tongue to bring you to the edge. I bet you want my lips to press hot kisses on your deliciously sweet skin as you climax. I bet you want my teeth to graze and nip at your thighs, heightening your pleasure further. Don't you?"

I say nothing, and now breathing heavily with excitement.

"Answer me," he growls, his eyes flashing with anger.

"...Yes." My defeated admission is so small, so weak, that I have to strain in order to hear it.

It's enough for Beau, however, and he begins.

Flattening his tongue against my slit, he drags his tongue up and down, applying pressure in all the right places, and finally, getting what I've been craving, I let out a moan, my back arching. He looks up at me smugly as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, occasionally flicking it before he takes it between his lips, sucking on it harshly.

"Uhh... Aah... Aahh... Fuck," I hiss, my eyes rolling back into my head in a way I can only hope looks sexy.

Seeming to gain passion with my every outburst, his tongue lashes against my clit, his lips enclosing around it as he presses down, rewarding my body with a wave of immense pleasure.

"Uh... Yes," I whimper, trying hard not to sound like an obnoxious porn star.

"Mmh," he hums around my sensitive nub, causing me to call out loudly in shock and overwhelmed pleasure. "Yeah, you like that baby?"

"Ah fuck, yes," I moaned loudly.

He begins to nip at my clit, sometimes flicking it gently with his finger. Constant jolts of pain and pleasure course through my body, igniting my blood, and I begin to pant heavily, the overhead light highlighting the slight sheen of sweat beginning to form on my abdomen. The pleasure begins to take me to a place I know well, and I try to fight it, wanting to experience more of this bliss. I subconsciously begin to retract my hips away from his reach, causing him to grunt in annoyance.

"Stop moving," he orders, tugging my hips harshly back to him, slipping his tongue between my folds and exploring.

"I-I can't," I whine, almost in tears from the mind blowing sensations running throughout my body. My hips jerk away reflexively, and he lets out a growl of frustration, pinning my hips to the bed with his strong, masculine hands, and I let out the loudest moan yet, relishing the feeling of being manhandled by such a... Man.

"Beau... I'm close..." I sigh shakily, unsure of wether it's a plea or a warning.

"Hold it," he grunts, sucking on my folds roughly, nipping at them gently when I shriek in response.

"FUCK," I shout, my body shaking as I hover directly over my climax, waiting torturously for him to allow me to release.

"Mm, yes... So fucking good," he growls, his voice guttural and husky as he pins one leg to the bed by knee, pressing his face into my core eagerly as he licks, sucks, bites, and kisses everywhere he can access.

"BEAU PLEASE!" I cry out, unable to take it any longer, and he slips one finger into me, curving it up as it hits my G-spot. As he does this, he presses his thumb onto my clit and sucks my folds hungrily.

"Come for me baby," he growls in the most animalistic, guttural, husky, throaty, sexiest voice I've ever heard in my eighteen years of existence. The sound rips through my body, and I obey instantly, falling apart as I call out his name, the word becoming my mantra for keeping me conscious. My vision goes white, my body convulses furiously, and I let out an animalistic moan of my own as my head drops back against the bed in pure exhaustion.

Carefully withdrawing his finger from me, he gently licks up the result of my orgasm and slips my shorts back on, pulling them up my legs to fit, gently placing my still heel-clad feet back on the floor.

He sits back on the bed next to me, and presses his hot, wet lips against my cheek.

"Good talk," he winks, and walks out of my house. I am left there alone in my bedroom, where I have just been brought to an orgasm by Beau Brooks. I have one word.

Wow.