He’s stunning. Every single thing about him is absolutely beautiful. From the sounds he made when I gave him head—so vocal, and so different from how he is regularly—to the way he looked, naked and laid out for me. His skin is so pale and smooth, like porcelain, with faded silver ribbons decorating his stomach and thighs. Even now—especially now—as he sucks me like his life depends on it. His mouth was made for my cock; there’s no other way to put it.
Taking me down to the root, his nose brushes the hair there as his chest heaves ever so slightly on a gag. He backs off, bloodshot eyes glossy and filled to the brim. Spit trails from his wet lips to my cock as he takes me out of his mouth, using both hands to glide up and down my shaft with ease. My thighs quiver as he quickens his pace, fists gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles blanch.
I’m enamored with the sight of him and the way he’s making me feel. My muscles tighten, heat spreading under my skin, the feeling only intensifying when he leans back down, taking the tip of my cock into his mouth while he continues the salacious pace with his hands. The pressure builds, a crescendo of pleasure while every nerve in my body alights.
Right before I plummet over the edge, Bodhi backs off. His hands and his mouth are completely removed from my body, and it’s devastating.
“What are you doing, pretty boy? Get back here and make me come,” I growl, perching myself up on my forearms.
His cheeks pinken up a bit, which paired with the swollen red of his lips is fucking adorable. “I thought… I thought you might want to fuck me.”
My brows raise, and I can’t help but trail my gaze down to his cock, which is already hard again. Eyes flickering back to his, I say, “I don’t have a condom.”
It was stupid of me, knowing I was booking this room, but I never thought it would actually end uphere.
“So, fuck me raw.” There’s a rough, needy undertone to his words. “I’m negative. I know you’re negative too… Giselle wouldn’t let you around us without proof of that.”
He’s not wrong. I’ve just always used a rubber with the escorts. It’s never crossed my mind not to… until now, because suddenly, there isn’t anything I want more than to slide right into his tight ass and take him.
“You got lube?”
“How are you this unprepared?” he asks in a teasing tone. “I know I’m not the first escort you’ve hired.”
“Okay, in my defense, smartass, I didn’t even think you’d accept my offer to come up here. You should be thrilled I wasn’t presumptuous. And besides, you’re not prepared either.”
“I had zero intention of coming up here with you,” he states so matter of fact with a shrug.
Genuinely curious in his answer, I ask, “Then why did you?”
“That’s neither here nor there.” He cracks a smile, and it’s such a rare sight with him. I’m blinded by the beauty of it and making a mental image to never forget it. “I’m sure there’s conditioner in the bathroom we can use. Or lotion.”
We hold eye contact for a few moments, desire and lust flowing through us just from a look before I nod my head toward the bathroom. “Go get it.”
He immediately does as I ask, and I’m blessed with the wonderful view of his backside. His ass is the perfect handful, my teeth aching to bite down into it. Returning moments later with a bottle in hand, he climbs on the bed and situates himself between my thighs. I reach for the bottle, and he shakes his head, setting it beside us on the bed.
“Let me,” is all he says before pushing on my chest, forcing me to lie back. Then he’s swinging his leg over my torso, facing away from me. He scoots himself back until he’s positioned on my chest, hands on my hips, round ass right in front of my face. He peers at me over his shoulder, irises eclipsed by his blown pupils. “Lick me,daddy.”
A growl rips from my throat, my hands finding purchase on his small waist and yanking him back until his ass is sitting on my face, and I dive the fuck in. I take my hands off his waist and plant them on his cheeks, spreading them open for me as I run my tongue along the tight, pink hole. He pushes back against my face as he moans, long and low, while taking my cock in his hand and dipping his head down, sucking the tip in his mouth.
His wet heat engulfs me, forcing a shattered breath to pass through my parted lips before I run my tongue along the length of his taint. Twirling his tongue around, Bodhi has me seeing stars as he grinds on my face. I lap him up, loving having him surround me. His scent, his taste, the feel of his smooth skin under my touch, while simultaneously feeling his tongue, his hands, his mouth take all of me. Wave after wave of all-consuming pleasure roars through my body like a brutal, unrelenting tidal wave.
Coming up for air, I press my index finger to the tight muscle, and he lets me in willingly, bearing down on the digit. The groan around my cock that comes from my intrusion ricochets throughout my every nerve. He takes me deeper as my finger sinks in farther, tit for tat. Working it in and out slowly, I knead his left cheek with my other hand. He sits up, switching to using only his hand on my cock as he rocks on my finger, riding it.
“Give me the lotion,” I instruct him, needing to get more of me inside him, but can’t until I have that.
He glances over his shoulder, biting down on his swollen bottom lip as he passes it to me. Withdrawing, I waste no time flicking the cap open and pouring some onto my fingers, sliding back in with two this time. He cries out when I stroke that sweet spot inside him, head falling back.
I give him another finger, really making sure to stretch and open him up for me before I can’t take it anymore. The thought of waiting even another second to be inside of him is impossible. He must feel a similar sense of urgency because as soon as I take my fingers out of him, he hurries off my chest and onto his back.
Situating myself onto my knees, I grab the bottle, pouring a liberal amount onto my cock, and smearing it around while never taking my eyes off Bodhi. His dick looks painful, it’s so hard, and the tip is glistening with dripping pre-cum.
“Look how wet you are for me, pretty boy.”
He whimpers, reaching for himself, and it’s the sexiest sound. Climbing over him, I get between his legs, lining myself up to his hole. Glancing up at him, he’s already watching me with dark, hungry eyes.
“You okay?” I ask, wanting to be sure before we go further.
He nods, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Please fuck me,” he begs. “I can’t wait any longer.”
