One second, I’m standing before him; the next, he has me pinned to the wall with his hand around my throat and his teeth bared. “I don’t want to be your fucking friend, Bodhi,” he snarls. “I don’t want to be near you and not be able to touch you. I don’t want to see you with another man’s hands all over your body—mybody. You aremine, pretty boy, and I suggest you start accepting that because I’m not going anywhere.”
A tear spills over, falling down my cheek as I take in everything he’s saying.
“I don’t care if I have to remind you every single fucking day how beautiful you are… howworthyyou are. I’m. Not. Going.Anywhere.”
Angry, passionate lips take ownership of mine, stealing the air from my lungs as his declaration weakens my knees. His tongue delves inside, stealing every excuse, every reason why, every argument I had, and giving me so much more. Picking me up in one fell swoop, he pivots, throwing me onto the bed before dragging my pants down and—quite literally—rippingmy panties off my body.
“Those are my favorite fucking pair,” I scoff.
Shoving his own pants down and letting the mammoth inside them free, he grumbles, “Shut up and just take it.”
Holy shit.
Jules yanks his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the ground before his body descends on mine. Hungry lips find mine as his tongue works its way into my mouth, now breathing life back into my tattered soul. Each gentle, yet demanding, sweep seeming to piece me back together, giving me hope of a better tomorrow. Jules takes his time, unhurried in his affection.
By the time he pulls back, looking deep into my eyes, I’m a panting mess, desperate for more. He takes my hard length into his palm, lining it up with his, pumping us slowly, together. The size difference between us is comical, and had raw pleasure not been soaring through me, I’d laugh. His beautiful, meaty cock drags along mine, his glistening tip leaking, creating a natural lube that has my eyes crossing.
“Jules,” I moan softly. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
“I know, baby.” He brings his forehead down on mine. “I know.”
My hands cup Jules’s face. “I want you to fuck me,” I breathe into his mouth.
With another devastating kiss that makes my toes curl, he pulls back, reaching behind him, grabbing the lube out of the desk drawer. He makes quick work of slathering himself up before moving on to me. Sitting against the headboard, he strokes himself slowly.
“Come ride me, pretty boy.” His words are laced with heat and lust and velvet, rolling off his tongue and wrapping around me like a sensual ribbon.
Straddling his lap, he lines me up, and I sink down, inch by inch, until I’m filled. He’s so big, stretching me almost painfully, but it’s a pain I crave. A pain I need. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I roll my hips, grinding on his lap to a slow and steady tempo.
“I need you closer,” he rasps, heated lips pressing down on my clavicle as his nails dig into the flesh of my hips.
My head falls back, body given over completely to the pleasure he brings me. His cock drags along that sweet spot inside me, lighting up my body, and making me cry out his name over and over like a chant. A prayer. Being with Jules is ethereal. It’s a holy experience, the closest I’ll ever get to God. He is heaven and earth, a spirit so divine, it nourishes my tired body.
His big, rough hand wraps around my cock, and it weeps. A jolt races through me, landing deep in my balls.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry.
“That’s it, pretty boy,” he coos. “Come for me, baby. Come for your daddy.”
“Oh,fuck, shit, that’s so hot.” I bounce on his lap as he pumps my cock faster. Tension coils in my body, fire spreading within my veins as he works me higher and higher until I shatter. “I’m… coming.Fuck,I’m coming.”
“Such a good boy,” he growls. “Give me all your come while I fill you up. That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock.” The grip on my hip intensifies as he stills, cock throbbing as he spills into me with a guttural groan.
Exhaustion sets in almost immediately, feeling like I just ran twenty miles. After he grabs a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleans me up, he pulls me into his arm, my head on his chest, and I pass out with every single declaration he made in the forefront of my mind.
In hindsight, I should’ve known better, though.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jules van der Meer
Me: When do I get to see you next?
Bodhi: I’m leaving tomorrow morning to go with Elias to Savannah. I’ll be back Monday.
It’s been almost a week since things between us shifted. When I showed up at his house and told him I wasn’t going anywhere, it seemed to get through to him because he hasn’t been shutting me out. We’ve seen each other a few times since—once when he came to visit me at work and once when he spent the night at my house. We haven’t been intimate since he found out about Lorelei, though. I think the whole situation with her kind of freaks him out. Which I can’t blame him.
He’s still taking clients, which I get it; it’s his job, but I can’t lie and say I don’t hate it with every fiber of my being. Knowing he’s out with other men, letting them touch him while he touches them. It makes my stomach spoil. I have never been one for sharing; I’m possessive of what is mine. Which I realize is awfully hypocritical since my wife was more than willing to be open with me. I’m not a perfect man, nor have I ever claimed to be one.
