Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
With anyone else, there would have been a moment of embarrassment that hot kisses and a handjob would take me over the edge so quickly, but this was Bodhi, who laughed softly into my hair and then bent down to taste it, both of us, together. He licked the head of my cock, and a full-body shiver instantly followed.
“It had to be like that. No way either of us would’ve lasted with the buildup,” he said before taking my mouth.
I tasted myself in his mouth, and him, and wanted it all, rolling him over to his back so I could lie over him and kiss him at my leisure. He was trembling under me, absolutely thrumming with need, and I understood in that moment that what we wanted and needed in bed had never been certain until we were actually there.
I broke the fevered kiss and spoke into his ear. “I think you want me inside.”
“I’ve never,” he said, and his breath catching, his legs clutching my thighs, his hands gripping my shoulder and hip tightly, all told me more than his words.
“I know,” I said, feeling his rock-hard cock against my abdomen. “There’s lube in the nightstand. I’m going to lift off you, and you get it and pass it to me.”
His gaze was clouded with passion I’d never expected to see and now I would need for the rest of my life. I was addicted that fast.
Bodhi said, “If I need you to stop—”
“Then we’ll stop,” I promised, lifting off him, rolling sideways, feeling the hot, sticky cum drying between us. “It’s me. You don’t keep things from me.”
“No,” he agreed, and scrambled to open the drawer, get the tube, and then pass it to me, waiting, panting, turned on and hesitant at the same time.
Opening the tube, I bent over him, squeezed some into my hand, then took him down the back of my throat as I gently pressed a finger inside him.
His gasp of my name was a very good sound, his demanding hands in my hair holding me there as I sucked and laved, making the suction strong while massaging his muscles, the second finger allowing me to open him up, make slow, endless circles.
He bent his knees, needing the leverage to lift up, wanting deeper down my throat. “Please, Jed.” He pressed down on my fingers and rose for my mouth, the loop getting faster, his breath choppy. When I added the third finger, his breath caught, freezing for a moment with the shudder that followed.
I leaned back, his cock slipping from between my lips. “Yes?”
“Yes,” he moaned, eyes heavy-lidded now, only slits of brilliant blue, his legs slipping around my hips, trying to pull me closer.
“Grab my pillow,” I ordered gruffly, slipping my fingers slowly, gently from his clenching channel, counting in my head so I didn’t lose control, never having wanted inside anyone more in my life. “Shove it under your hips.”
He complied instantly, and I took hold of my cock and aligned the head with his hole, easing forward, feeling the muscles ripple around me. I watched his mouth open, took hold of his cock and began stroking him to the same rhythm of my slide in and ease back, deeper each time, repeating my motion until the clenching eased and the tugging began, his body not letting go.
When I thrust home, to his core, he cried out, and I froze for a moment, worried, but my name came like a prayer from his throat.
“Good?” I asked, wanting to rut into him, the need primal to take what was mine, show him that only I belonged there, inside him, buried deep.
“I didn’t— I thought it would be— Show me, Jed.”
Sliding back, I pushed inside, harder than before, and we both heard the slap of skin on skin. “Okay?”
“Don’t ask anymore.”
The second time I didn’t pull out, I had never enjoyed that, instead preferring to stay where I was, piston inside and drive as deep as I could.
His hand gripped my shoulder tight, and again he lifted for the plunge as I took him over and over, wanting everything, all of him, because Bodhi Callahan was finally all mine.
When I dropped down on top of him, needing a moment so I wouldn’t come, I kissed him breathless, tasting, sucking on his lips as I rolled forward and back, rocking, pumping, slow and steady until I couldn’t, feeling the orgasm there, close.
“Oh, baby, you gotta come.” I bit out the words, shivering with need.
He came apart under me, his muscles clenched so tight, I could barely move, but there was enough give to push forward again, peg his gland and hear him yell my name.
Watching him come, head back, eyes closed, giving himself over to the sensations coursing through his body, was beautiful. He coated my abdomen, and I came inside him, the gush of warm, wet heat making me growl with pride.