Chapter 75 Taste me!
Lia
Beast held me in the back of the moving car, rubbing my back and saying soft things into my hair. I felt so stupid. I had fallen apart right there in his club. Now he knew how messed up I really was. Why did I have to open my mouth about Liam?
“I am sorry,” I whispered.
“Do not be,” he said, his voice low. “You did nothing wrong.”
The car stopped at my house. Owen and Hex got out, and Hex opened the door for Beast. He lifted me right out and carried me up the front steps. Owen already had the door open.
“Which room is yours?”
“Down the hall, to the left,” Owen called out.
I shot him a look, and he just winked. Beast carried me down the hall and into my room. He set me down on the bed and turned on the light.
He looked around and smiled. “Cute.”
“It was like this when I moved in. Pink is not my thing. Owen used to have a roommate named Joe who loved it. I have just been too busy with my work to change it.”
“Your work?”
“My paintings. Here, I will show you. I am working on a sweet one right now.” I jumped up and took his hand. I led him across the hall to a closed door. “This was a bedroom, but Owen said I could make it my studio. The light is perfect in here.”
I opened the door and flicked on the light. There was no bed, just an easel with its back to us. A table held paints and brushes, and a little bucket of dirty water sat nearby. A tall stool stood in front of the easel. We walked around it, and Beast stared at the painting.
“Lia… why are you halfway through a painting of my niece and nephew?”
“What? No, those are Papa Leonardo’s grandkids.”
Beast’s eyes snapped to mine. “You know Papa Leonardo?”
“Yes, he is the sweet older man two doors down. He hired me to paint his grandkids for his daughters. Do you know him?”
“Yeah. He is Catalina and Becca’s dad. So these are their kids? This little boy is Cameron. He is named after me. And the little girl is Narissa. She is my princess.”
“Oh my god, it really is a small world. Wait, you can not tell Catalina and Becca.”
“My lips are sealed. Well, they would be if you sealed them for me with a kiss,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“What?” My voice came out too high.
“Yeah. The only way they stay shut is with a kiss.”
He moved closer and wrapped his arms around me. My heart started beating so fast. A whole flock of butterflies came alive in my stomach. He leaned down slowly, his lips brushing mine.
A spark went right through me. I gasped, and he took that chance, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I let out a sound. It had been so long since anyone kissed me, and god, he knew how to do it. The way his tongue moved against mine was pure skill. Could a person come just from a kiss? I felt myself getting warm and wet between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, trying to find some pressure.
He pulled back just a little, looking into my eyes.
“Wow,” he breathed.
“That was amazing,” I whispered back.
“Yeah, it fucking was.”
Then his mouth was on mine again, hard and hungry. The sound I made then was something from a movie. He bent, his hands under my thighs, lifting me until I wrapped my legs around him. He held my backside, kneading it, and I let out a small, broken sound. I had never made a sound like that before. These feelings were brand new. Liam never made me feel anything close to this. I started moving my hips against him. He growled, a low rumble in his chest. Suddenly we were moving, and then my back was on my bed.
“Wait,” I said, pushing against his shoulders.
“What is wrong? Are you okay? Am I making you remember something bad?” His voice was so gentle.
My heart did something funny. How could this huge man, covered in tattoos and metal, be so careful with me? His fingers brushed my cheek. His eyes were soft, full of worry.
“No. No, Beast, it is not that. I… I am not used to having someone in my bed. I do not have anything. You know, for protection.”
I could not believe I was even thinking about this. I barely knew him. But the way he made me feel was so new, and a part of me wanted to chase it. He made me feel safe.
“Shit. I did not plan for this either. I usually have something on me, but I did not think this would happen.”
“Oh. I understand.” Of course he did not think it would happen. I was just some woman.
“How about I just make you feel good, yeah?”
“What do you mean?” How could he do that if he did not have a condom?
“Let me taste you. Let me use my fingers.”
“Taste me?”
He looked confused, then his eyes went wide.
“Lia, has no one ever gone down on you?”
I just kept staring, not understanding.
“Baby, you have never had a man use his mouth on you? Lick you, suck you, taste you?”
With every word, my face got hotter, and his smile got bigger.
“Oh, darling. I am about to show you a whole new world.”
“Do I have to be naked?” There was no way I could do that.
“I would like you naked, yes.”
“I can not.”
“Why?”
“I just… I can not.” I felt the panic starting, tears burning behind my eyes.
“Okay. Okay.”
“I am sorry. I ruined the mood. He was right about me. I am no good. I ruin everything,” I whispered.
“Hey. You are not no good. You did not ruin a thing. Look, we can turn the lights off, okay? Just let me make you fly.”
I looked at him. He seemed to really want this. I bit my bottom lip, thinking.
He made a soft sound and pulled my lip free. He leaned in and sucked on it, then ran his tongue over where I had bitten.
I was breathing hard. “Okay,” I finally said.
He walked to my closet, turned the light on inside, and shut the door until it was only open a crack. Then he shut my bedroom door and hit the main light switch. The room went dark. The faint glow from the closet just barely outlined his big shape in the shadows.
“I am going to take your clothes off,” he said, his voice quiet. “Then I am going to make you feel so good.”
My body began to shake, just a little. He lay down on top of me. He kissed my eyelids, my nose, my lips. He kissed down my jaw and my neck. I squirmed underneath him. He slowly slid my dress down. My breasts were free, and he groaned when his mouth found them. He took one nipple into his mouth and I arched off the bed from the pleasure. He sucked gently, then moved to the other, flicking his tongue over the hard peak.
I gasped and spread my legs to give him more room. I wrapped them around him, moving my hips, trying to find some relief from the ache building between my legs. This had never happened. Liam never got me this worked up. He would kiss me, grab my breast, put his fingers inside me for a few seconds, then put on a condom and push in. He would move for about a minute and groan. He was the only man I had ever been with. That was all I knew. But this… this was something else entirely.
“Beast!” I cried out.
“Cam. Call me Cam. I know, baby. I know what you need.”
I held onto him as his hand moved up my thighs. His mouth was still on my breasts. His fingers reached the place between my legs and moved my underwear aside. His fingers brushed over me.
“You are so fucking wet. Jesus, Lia.” His voice was thick.
“I am sorry,” I gasped.
He laughed, but it was a good sound. “No, you are perfect.”
One finger, then two, slid inside me. He moved them slowly, then brought them up to circle that one sensitive spot.
“Oh my god,” I cried out.
“No, baby. Say Cam.”
My nails dug into the shoulder of his shirt. He grunted and moved his fingers faster. I moaned, lost in the feeling. The heat in my belly was turning to fire. Everything inside me was pulling tight.
“Not yet, baby. I want you to come on my tongue.”
He moved so fast. In one motion he was on his knees, pulling my dress and my underwear all the way off.
I panicked. I did not want him to see the marks. But he did not seem to notice. He just dove between my legs. His tongue touched me and I almost jumped off the bed. He laughed, holding my hips down. His tongue moved over me, up and down. Every time it went up, it flicked over that sweet spot. I felt something hard and warm rub against me. Then he pushed his tongue inside me, moving in and out. His fingers joined in, moving fast on that perfect spot while his tongue worked. I exploded. He moaned against me. I grabbed his head, holding him there as I cried out, my body moving against his face, lifting off the bed.
After what felt like forever, my body went loose and I collapsed.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
He laughed softly, kissing my thighs, then my stomach. I went stiff. I did not want him to go any higher and feel the scars. I sat up and pulled his face to mine, kissing him. I could taste myself on his lips, and it was the hottest thing I had ever felt.
“Thank you. I have never felt anything like that.”
“Jesus. The guys you have been with are idiots.”
“One guy. And yes, I agree. His idea of fun was just him finishing. I just had to lie there until he was done.”
“What the fuck? Are you serious? Has anyone ever actually made love to you?”
“If you mean lying on my back for three years, with each time lasting maybe a minute… then no.”
“Oh, baby girl. I am going to have so much fun with you.”
“You think so? Maybe one of your brothers could show me a good time.”
He went still, then let out a low growl. “I do not fucking think so.”
I laughed and laughed. He sounded so genuinely upset.