venus

after the cape cod party...

i'm sitting cross-legged on my bed, phone in hand, when beau steps into the doorway. he's changed into a pair of grey sweatpants, which sit low on his hips, his hair damp from the shower.

"hey you," he smiles.

i set my phone down beside me. "hi. everyone left?"

he nods, taking another step into the room. "it's so quiet now."

"i know." i pat the spot next to me and he sits down, his hand brushing my knee. "it's really nice, all quiet and calm."

outside the window, the ocean stretches into the distance, a faint wind hitting the house. beau lightly turns my chin towards him, before pressing his lips to mine.

i kiss him back with a new fervor and time stops. my hands tangle in his damp hair, tugging ever so gently at the nape of his neck. he lets out a quiet hum at the feeling, his bare chest against me.

i graze my fingernails down his skin, prompting beau to slide his hands up my shirt. i feel the warmth of his touch against my back before he moves his hands around to rest on my stomach.

he gives me a questioning look when he fingers find the hem of my top. i nod, my heart racing and my mind full of him.

as he lifts up my shirt, he smirks.

i glance down at my lacy red bra, praying my cheeks aren't turning the same color. "i felt like being fancy for you."

"oh yeah? i like it," he presses a kiss to my sternum. "but you don't need to do anything for me."

with a smile, i let my hands slide up to his face. "i know," i whisper.

beau toys with my bra strap, his other hand playing with the bow in the middle of the cups. "so pretty."

he reaches around for the clasp and undoes it, the straps falling down my shoulders and onto the sheets.

on instinct, i begin to cover myself up, before he pulls my arms away from their intended path, shaking his head. "let me see you."

he runs his fingers over my nipples, which are already hardening in the cool air. i arch up into his touch, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

"you like that, don't you?" he asks, his mouth against the underside of my breast. i let out a hurried nod as his breath blooms on my skin.

i lean forward, running the pads of my fingers down his chest and across his abs. his muscles tense when i reach them.

"you're being quiet," he whispers, his abs flexing under my touch. "speak up, baby. tell me what you want."

i trail a hand down to the waistband of his sweatpants, resting it on his hipbone. "i want you."

beau's eyes darken, but his voice remains gentle. "are you sure, y/n?"

"yeah," i reply, my heart pounding against my chest.

he takes my hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing a peck to my knuckles. "lift your hips for me."

i oblige, and he pulls down my pants slowly, smirking when he sees my red panties. he peppers soft kisses to my inner thighs, making me squirm.

"beau, i've never..." i trail off as he presses his palm to my heat, running a finger over the fabric.

"it's okay, i'll be gentle. as long as you're totally sure."

"i am."

with that, he slides my underwear down my thighs, hooking them over my legs, and throws them to the side.

"you're gorgeous," beau mutters, his gaze running up and down my body.

i can't muster a response as he finds his way to my core. all i can do is let out a gasp as he pushes a finger in.

"this okay?" he asks softly, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit.

"yes," i moan, adjusting to the new feeling.

"tell me if you don't like something, and we'll stop. this is about you."

beau's brown eyes don't leave my face as he works me, quiet praises leaving his lips as he adds another finger. his touch is confident and controlled.

my back arches involuntarily, a string of noises falling from my tongue. his pace quickens as he brushes against a sweet spot.

"let me know when you're close," he breathes, his free hand wandering back up to my breasts.

"i think—fuck, i'm getting there," i whine, chasing the feeling. at that, however, beau pulls away, leaving me void from his touch.

"i want you to feel me, y/n." he takes my wrist, placing my hand over him. i watch as his eyebrows knit together, his voice coming out breathy. "that's what you do to me."

as a streak of boldness hits me, i pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. "atta girl," beau smirks, his bare skin hitting the cool air.

my eyes widen slightly as he lays me back down, but he immediately reassures me, soothing notes in his otherwise dark voice. "we'll go slow, don't worry."

he takes my hands in his as he positions himself above me. i give him a nod, and he starts pushing in, as gentle as possible.

my breath hitches, causing him to stop completely. "you okay?" he asks, concern washing over his face.

"yeah, just," i bite my lip, "give me a second."

he strokes my cheek, "just relax. take all the time you need."

after a bit, i give him the go ahead, feeling my body adjust. we stay at a slow rhythm for a while, until he finally bottoms out with a groan.

he kisses my neck as he begins to move. i can't hide the pleasure across my face, and, based on beau's flushed cheeks, i know he's feeling it too.

his hands grip mine tighter as my hips meet his. "fuck, that's it. good girl," he whispers.

we come undone into the cool night, his name on my lips.

beau wraps me in his embrace, his skin warm. i catch my breath. "that was... amazing."

beau is definitely experienced (i mean he's the quarterback, girls love him)

so he puts his prior knowledge to good use

aka he can find your g-spot in 5 seconds

and he loves to show this off, smirking every time you moan out when he hits it

"feels good?" he'll whisper, knowing the answer's yes

he is THE eater

his favorite place is between your thighs

kneeling between your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, any way beau can devour you, he will

he especially loves when you ride his face

like he wants to be drowned by you

even when you protest that you don't wanna suffocate him, he will insist that you do

he'll always ask if you're okay after while he savors your taste

beau loves sending flirty texts when he knows you're out in public just bc he loves when you blush

you've trained him into sending bicep pics every day after practice

he saves the spicy pictures for when you're awake at 3 am

he never even asks for anything in return

he's definitely a boob guy, so you'll always send him those

and he'll always make his appreciation known

when you're in bed, he literally cannot take his hands off of your tits

his fingers are constantly loving, touching, and squeezing

also his fingertips are calloused from football, so that makes it feel ten times better, if that's even possible

the only time he'll stop is when he feels you palming him through his boxers

when you tease his cock, beau will let out this little gasp

he knows you love when he's vocal, so he doesn't hold back his sounds

he also loves it when you're vocal, whispering to you to let him hear you when he's deep inside

the man talks you through it every single time

"good girl" and "you're taking me so well, sweetheart"

when he feels you clenching around him, he'll kiss your neck before encouraging your climax "lemme feel it, baby"

let's get it out of the way—he has definitely made you squirt

and he loves knowing he can get you to that point

he's so attentive afterwards

beau pulls you so close you're practically inside his skin

his hand lightly pressed against your stomach as he peppers soft kisses to your jaw

while he asks if you're alright

you tried cockwarming once and now you can never go back

it's like he can never get close enough to you

the two of you usually sleep naked after sex

the morning after, you'll find him in the kitchen making coffee in nothing but his boxers

and this has definitely led to some morning sessions

mostly on the couch or the counter

the last thing you could've imagined when you walked onto the briar university campus was being pinned under the school playboy.

but, there you were, hands gripping dean's blonde hair as he ravaged your neck. he sucked on your pulse point, the area sensitive.

your top was off in a second, your nipples poking through your bra. he ran his thumb over one peak before pinching it.

you trailed your hands under his t-shirt, fingers tracing his stomach and moving up towards his chest.

"feels good," dean muttered, a soft hunger in his voice.

following his praise, he lifted his shirt over his head, giving you access to his lean torso. you pressed your lips to his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten.

his fingers found the clasp of your bra and unclipped it. he peeled the straps down your shoulders, his touch warm against your skin.

dean leaned back, taking in the view of your tits. you almost thought you saw him lick his lips. he pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone before swirling his tongue around your nipple. you arched into his touch, his hands coming to grip your waist.

he drew your breast into his mouth, which elicited a loud moan from you.

"ah—god."

"not god, just dean," he murmured, smirking against your hot skin.

that fucker.

you cupped him through his jeans teasingly. dean pushed his hips into your hand on instinct, his mouth pausing for a moment.

"you're so hard," you whispered breathily.

he kissed a hot trail down your stomach, reaching the waistband of your sweatpants. "it's all for you."

dean pulled down your bottoms in a swift motion. now, the only thing between his hot gaze and your core was your thin black panties.

he pressed his lips against the smooth skin of your thighs. his touch was soft, teasing. you shivered as he ran his index finger along your folds, wet even through the fabric.

he smiled darkly at that. "so ready for me."

you nodded feverishly, pressing into his hand as he stroked your needy heat. at that, he slowly tugged your panties down, letting the cool air hit you.

"there she is," dean purred, "pretty girl."

you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as his mouth found your clit. he rested a hand on your hip as he feasted on you.

"fuck, just like that." your voice was breathy, hardly recognizable. dean's tongue went from pressing flat against your bud to lapping at you in teasing flicks.

you felt him push a finger inside you, immediately clenching around it. dean looked up at you through his long lashes, his stare sinful.

your hands found his hair, tugging at the strands to anchor yourself. the noises coming from him were sloppy, making you drip even more.

you threw your head back against his pillows, feeling a dull heat conjure low inside your body.

"dean—i'm—"

he suddenly pulled away from your core. a whine escaped at the absence of his touch.

"shh, y/n. not yet." he kissed your inner thigh softly, soothingly. dean's breathing was ragged as he unbuttoned his jeans.

his cock stood at attention, tenting his boxers. "see what you do to me?" it was a genuine question.

you nodded, eyes memorizing his shape through the fabric. your thighs clenched at the mere thought of him filling you.

"i want you..." the words spilled from your lips.

"where?" dean hooked his thumb in his boxers and began to pull them down ever so slightly.

"you know where," you gasped out as he traced up your torso, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

he smirked at your reaction, but made no move to continue undressing. "i do, do i? i think you might need to remind me."

"stop teasing, dean." a shiver ran through you as he circled your nipple with the pad of his finger.

you'd had enough. suppressing a moan, you pulled down his boxers in one swift motion, his cock springing to life. your eyes widened at you took in the size of him.

"you ready for me?" he asked, stroking himself once. you bit your lip as you felt him line himself up with your core.

the next thing you knew, dean was stretching you open. you wrapped your legs around him, adjusting to the pressure. "that's it," he nodded guidingly.

your back arched as he started a gentle rhythm, your nails finding the nape of his neck. his cock was warm inside you, and each thrust became slightly hungrier.

"so tight for me," he groaned as he pinned your arms on either side of your head.

dean drove into you, filling you completely. his hands gripped yours as you both drifted closer to the edge. his mouth made it's way to your breast again, lips closing around your nipple. "and so gorgeous."

"shit, dean, you're gonna make me—" your head fell back against the pillows, a whimper cutting off your sentence.

he became sloppier with his movements, frantically fucking you. "look at me while you come," he whispered, his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure.

the coil low in your belly snapped. dean's name fell repeatedly from your lips, but your eyes never wavered from his.

you felt him empty inside you with a grunt. he let out a slow breath, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

he rolled off of you, allowing you to curl into his side. his arm came across your stomach, holding you to him.