“You’re… wrong,” I manage to grit out as he sucks one of my balls into his hot, wet mouth. “I d-don’t need you.”
Jules pulls his mouth off me, a sinister laugh coming from him as he spins me until I’m facing the door. He rips the lace from my body, destroyingyet anotherpair of my underwear. At this rate, I’m going to have none left by the time we’re finished. Spreading my cheeks obscenely wide, he brings his nose along the crack unabashedly, inhaling the scent of me—which causes my cheeks to flame since I haven’t showered today—before diving in with his tongue.
His fingers are unforgiving as they dig into the flesh of my ass while his tongue lashes out, leaving no area untouched from my balls to my entrance. It’s messy. Animalistic. Spit drips down my nuts, cock hanging heavy and aching between my legs as heeats. He feasts on me like a starving man.
By the time he pulls back, I’m so worked up, I’m convinced I could come from that alone. His fingers grip me by the back of the neck, spinning me around, and sealing his mouth around me once more. It’s quick and sloppy, and all too soon, he’s ending it.
“On the bed,” he orders me, leaving no room for argument.
Pulling open my desk drawer, Jules removes the bottle of lube he’s become quite familiar with. He wastes no time uncapping the lid and squirting a liberal amount onto his hand before rubbing it onto his cock.
I position myself on all fours as he climbs on the bed beside me. A hand cracks down on my ass so hard, it’s sure to leave a mark, the sound reverberating through the room.
“Ah-ah, I don’t think so,” he purrs. “Lay on your back, pretty boy. You’re going to look at me while I fuck you tonight.” He doesn’t give me a chance to obey before he’s flipping me himself. Manhandling me.
One thick finger finds my hole, pushing past the tight muscle, making me gasp. He fucks me with it, crooking it just enough to graze that spot inside me that makes me squirm. One finger quickly turns into two, which then turns into three. He isn’t being gentle, by any means, but he is making sure I’m ready for him.
Jules lines us up, one hand holding himself at the base, the other gripping my hip painfully tight. The sun has almost fully set at this point, but my eyes have adjusted to the darkness well enough to see the lecherous look in his eyes as he sinks into me.
“You aremine, Bodhi.” He pulls out to the tip before slamming back in, the breath punched from my lungs. “You don’t get to end this.”
My chest tightens as I hear the raw possessiveness in his tone. Something I’ve never heard directed at me before. Jules wants me—needsme—enough to fight me for it. He can’t imagine living without me, so he refuses to let me walk away.
Deep, rough strokes light me up from the inside out as my chest cavity is cracked wide open under the weight of his heated stare. The sound of his hips connecting with my ass is accompanied by the cries falling from my lips as I fight to hold on to my resolve. He fills me so fucking good, the need to make him leave me lessening with each thrust.
Jules slips an arm underneath my lower back, lifting me until I’m sitting on his lap, my arms automatically wrapping around his neck. He continues fucking up into me as his teeth find purchase on the skin below my clavicle. He bites down, quickly morphing into sucking at the tender flesh while I start to grind on his lap, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He marks me in a few other places, and I just know they’ll be dark bruises later. My body is getting tired, sweat trickles down my back as I hold on tight. I’m at a crossroads of needing to spill my release and wanting this to last forever. I don’t know what comes once we’re done, but this, right here—him needing me, owning me—is where I’d like to stay.
Heat pools at the base of my spine, my release blooming and spreading. I bury my face into the crook of his neck as the pressure builds and builds, until I’m no longer able to hold it off. Sinking my teeth into his neck, I cry out as my orgasm barrels through me, covering Jules’s chest.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Give it all to me.”
I’m overcome with an intense bout of emotions as I come down from the high. Hot tears spring to my closed eyes as my throat tightens. Jules wraps his arms around my middle as he works himself closer to his own release.
“Kiss me,” he begs. “Kiss me while I fill you up.”
When our lips connect, the floodgates open. The overwhelming emotion cascades freely down my face as his tongue slips into my mouth, dancing sensually with my own. His movements become jerky, and as he crests, cock filling me up, he breathes those three little words into my mouth. And for the first time, I allow myself to try to believe them.
“I love you,” he moans. “God, I fucking love you, Bodhi.” The words are whispered as a promise. A promise I truly think he plans to keep.
The saltiness from my tears mixes with our lips, and in my mind, I repeat the words to him. The words I can’t say out loud.
I love you, Jules. I love you so fucking much. Save me… please save me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jules van der Meer
The blinding clock on my phone reads two-fifty-eight.
Bodhi is curled up on his side, fast asleep, soft snores blowing past his full, parted lips, and I’m sitting with my back to the headboard, my eyes zeroed in on his form. A sense of dread fills my gut as my eyes rake down his naked body.
He looks so frail. So thin. Dangerously thin.
Bodhi has always been small—at least since he dropped all that weight in high school—but this seems different… it seems more pronounced.
My mind replays all the times we’ve been together. The salads he would push around his plate, the times he would tell me he wasn’t hungry at all.
