Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

21. Bell

21

BELL

I could barely stop shaking. Desire was eating me up inside.

I wanted him.

I wanted Beau.

He drank me in and the look on his face told me how much he desired me. He made me feel strong, feminine, wanted.

Things I’d been missing for so long.

He yanked off his gloves and wraps, and reached out and cupped my breasts.

I gasped. Sensation shot from my breasts, straight down my body to between my legs.

“Now, I’m going to make you scream my name,” he murmured. “Now, I want to make you come so hard, you won’t remember your name.”

God . My knees went weak. I loved the blunt talk. I pulled my own gloves off.

He dragged me down to the mat.

“I wanted to fuck you here last night.” His voice was low and sexy.

“I wanted that, too,” I whispered.

He kissed me, tongue plunging into my mouth, demanding and hot. It felt like a claiming. He pushed me flat on my back, then his hands were all over me, rough and firm. He caressed my breasts, plucking at my nipples.

“I love these pretty breasts,” he murmured.

My nipples were so hard they were almost painful. The most pleasurable pain. I moaned.

“Touch yourself, angel. Get yourself ready to take my cock.”

For a second, I hesitated, but the desire in his eyes urged me on. I slid my hand down my belly, and between my thighs. My lips parted, and I stroked myself how I liked. I was already so wet.

And the way Beau watched me made it even hotter.

“Fuck, yeah.” His mouth was back on mine. He growled, his tongue sliding between my lips.

Yes . I slid my free arm around his neck. I whimpered into his kiss.

“Keep stroking that slick pussy, angel.”

The sensations between my legs and in my belly were electric. Then one of his hands joined mine and I jolted.

Together, we stroked me, circling my clit. Then as I rubbed that swollen nub, he pushed a thick finger inside me.

“ Beau .”

His big body moved against mine. I felt his hard cock behind the cotton of his shorts. Then he pulled away.

No .

He rose and shoved his shorts down.

Oh, yes.

His cock was big and swollen. I couldn’t believe that I’d had that inside me.

He pulled a condom out of the pocket of his shorts, and I heard foil tearing. His moves were fast and jerky. Then he knelt between my legs. I watched as he rolled the latex over his thick cock.

My belly clenched. It was so sexy to watch.

Then he stroked his cock. “I can’t wait any longer.” He leaned forward, rubbing his cock between my legs. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes. Please, Beau.”

He thrust forward, pressing his hands to the mats beside me. He filled every part of me.

I moaned his name, my eyes closing.

“Keep your eyes on me, Bell.”

I snapped them open.

He started thrusting. We were connected, and it felt so good. Just the two of us. Beau and Bell.

His thrusts were slow at first. He slid deep, filling me with every inch.

“God, it’s like you were made for me.” His voice was deep.

My belly clenched hard. My hands dug into his thick shoulders. “I love you inside me. Taking me.”

He made a low sound. “Need to fuck you now. You’re too damn sweet, tight, and wet.”

“Take me.”

His hips thrust faster, and I gasped.

“Hold on, Bell.”

I gripped him harder, my nails digging into his skin.

Then Beau fucked me.

His powerful thrusts moved me on the mats. With each heavy plunge, he bottomed out, and the base of his cock hit my sensitive clit.

My body shuddered with each thrust, and I felt my orgasm crashing closer.

“Beau!”

“Let it come, angel.”

I gripped him and started coming. The pleasure was hot and fierce. I whimpered.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful when you come,” he gritted out.

He kept powering deep. I saw him glance down, watching as my body took him.

With his next thrust, his cock filled me, his hips pumping forward. I watched his muscles strain as he let out a low roar and came.

His climax took a while, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. So big and beautiful.

Finally, he sagged against me, rolling to the side so he didn’t crush me.

I felt him playing with my hair. Mmm . I felt so good. Relaxed, pleasured, safe.

“We’re going to need to disinfect this mat,” I murmured.

He let out a low rumble of a laugh. “Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck.

I let out a happy sigh, my eyes closing.

“No. We’re not sleeping in a damn boxing ring.” He scooped me up, and carried me out of the ring.

“Beau, we’re naked! We need to clean up, and pick up our clothes—”

“We’ll do it in the morning before opening.”

He paused, and it took me a second to realize he was dumping the condom in the bin.

“Right now, I want you in my bed.”

Oh . He carried me up the stairs. I was so curious about his apartment.

When he stepped into a large open space, I looked around. The place had a masculine vibe. The floor was wood, and the kitchen had dark cabinets. Cool, metal lights hung over a large, leather couch that faced a massive television.

The place was totally Beau. I saw a framed picture of him on the wall wearing his boxing gear, gloves held up in a fighting stance.

“That photo should be in the gym.”

He grunted. “I’m not a poser.”

He carried me up a set of stylish, open, wooden stairs to a mezzanine level.

It was ringed with a metal railing on one side. A big bed sat in front of some triangular windows under the eaves. It was covered by a dark-gray comforter.

He set me on the bed.

Then he rose and nodded. I saw satisfaction on his face.

“I like you right there,” he said.

Warmth filled my chest. I liked it, too.

I held out a hand. “Come join me.”

“Ready to sleep?”

“No.” I got onto my knees. “I’m ready to suck your cock.”

“Damn, Bell.” I watched his cock jerk. “I shouldn’t get hard again so soon after the way I came downstairs.”

I bit my bottom lip. “I can get you hard again.” I watched the way his gaze zeroed in on my lips. “I’ve been dreaming about sucking you.”

Without hesitation, Beau climbed on the bed.