Like two magnets meant to connect, we collide. It’s all teeth and tongue, roaming hands, and desperate, breathy moans. He tastes like the wine we drank entirely too much of, and it makes me dizzy with need. One by one, Bodhi flicks open the buttons on my shirt before pushing it off, and letting it fall to the floor. His mouth leaves mine as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses all over the expanse of my chest. Everywhere he touches leaves a trail of smoldering heat in his wake.
Dropping to his knees, he peers up at me from beneath his lashes, fingers working the button on my slacks open. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I laid eyes on you tonight, Mr. van der Meer.” Tugging the fabric down my thighs until they’re pooling around my ankles, he buries his nose into my groin, nuzzling around and mouthing me over my boxers. He’s still fully clothed—a fact that will be rectified soon enough, but the sight of Bodhi on his knees before me is too good to pass up.
Slowly, he slips his fingers below the waistband, dragging them down while he peppers kisses all over the newly exposed flesh—my legs, hip bones, insides of my thighs, every single place except where I’m dying for him to touch. My entire body is thrumming with a carnal desire for him, veins doused in lust so strong, I’m surprised it doesn’t knock me off my feet.
“Pretty boy,” I growl, fisting his hair.
Sitting back on his heels, he peers up at me, wide eyes blinking innocently at me as the faintest of smirks plays on his lips. “What?”
“You’re teasing me.”
“Am I?” Another impish grin.
I fist my cock at the base, bringing it up to Bodhi’s lips. His tongue peeks out, swiping along the slit to lap up the pre-cum as his eyes roll back seconds before they close altogether, a moan sounding from him at the taste of me.
“You like that, baby?” I ask, voice rough. “Like tasting what you do to me?”
He nods, closing his lips around my crown, sucking and swirling his tongue around teasingly. Pleasure shoots from where his mouth is connected to my length, to the rest of my body, my eyes fighting to stay open. It’s been alongfour months without him, my hand not nearly good enough.
Taking me all the way down, tears spring to his eyes, throat constricting, as I watch him palm himself over his clothes.
“Pull yourself out,” I instruct him. “Let me see you play with it for me, pretty boy.”
Bodhi pulls his mouth off me long enough to get his jeans unbuttoned and down low enough to let his cock spring free, his hand wrapping around it as he swallows me again. He bobs up and down on my length as he works himself over to the same pace. His lips swollen and stretched wide around my girth is something I’ll never get sick of seeing.
A groan rumbles from my chest. “Atta boy,” I purr. “Look at you taking my cock so well.”
He moans at my praise, the sound vibrating through my body, making my toes curl. Before long, that familiar tingle makes itself known at the base of my spine, letting me know Bodhi needs to back off unless I want to finish way too soon, so I step back, pulling out of his mouth. A string of saliva connects from his lips to the tip of my cock, the sight filthy and lewd and delicious.
“Up.” One single word has him obeying, rising to his feet before me. My lips seal to his, tongue slipping inside, taking and tasting as my fingers tease along the hem of his top, dancing across his exposed flesh. Goosebumps cover his skin as I feel him tremble against me.
I walk us back until his legs hit the bed, and only then do I rid him of his shirt. Bodhi sits on the edge as I kneel in front of him, taking his left leg and propping it on mine as I work on undoing the laces on his boots. Once that’s done, I move on to the right, doing the same until they’re both off. He stands again, letting me drag his skintight jeans down his thighs until he’s standing before me in nothing more than a splash of blush and a deep maroon lace thong.
“You are so beautiful,” I breathe, peering up at him, hoping he can see the sincerity in my tone.
He smiles, small and bashful, as his hand caresses the side of my head, urging me closer in a silent plea. One I’m more than happy to give in to. Pulling the lace to the side, I run the flat of my tongue along the smooth, soft expanse of his balls before sucking them into my mouth. The moan that comes from deep in Bodhi’s chest is long and low as his legs quiver and his hand tightens in my hair.
“More,” he begs breathlessly. “I need more.”
With a quick nip of my teeth on the meat of his inner thigh, I pull the material all the way down until he steps out of it completely. His erection hangs heavy in my face, my mouth watering. I don’t waste any time swallowing him down to the base, my cock throbbing as my senses drown in him.
Everything about Bodhi—the sounds he makes, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly, the way his whole body trembles with every swipe of my tongue, even the way he whimpers when I pull his foreskin back and tease the sensitive flesh with my mouth—drives me absolutely fucking wild. I’ve never felt this unequivocal need to consume and be consumed by someone before, like I do with him. He sets my blood aflame, desire and lust and love all combining and ricocheting around my insides until I’m so worked up, I can barely think straight.
With his hands on my head, he pulls my mouth off him, tilting my head up to meet his heated, hooded gaze. “I need you inside me,” he murmurs.
Getting up, I grab the lube out of my bag, meeting him back on the bed. His hand is gliding up and down his length while he gives me a once-over. Lathering my fingers up with the cool gel, I bring them to his entrance, pushing until I gently breach the muscle.
“Good boy,” I rasp, sinking a second finger into the mix. “Keep playing with your cock while I work you open, baby.”
After I get him nice and prepped, I pour a glob onto my cock, rubbing it all around, getting nice and slick before lining myself up to his hole. As I start to sink in, his body tenses up and he whimpers, biting down on his bottom lip.
“Relax for me, baby.” Reaching down, I take his cock in my hand, stroking nice and slow. “Let daddy inside.”
Bodhi’s eyes darken as he nods, bearing down and letting me slip inside with ease. We share a groan as I sink to the hilt, his hot, tight channel squeezing enough to make me go cross-eyed. He wraps his legs around me as I start moving, his lithe body writhing and arching below me.
“Fuck.”The word leaves his lips on a broken breath. He’s shattered before me. Drunk on pleasure I’m giving him as his fingers grip the sheets, head thrown back, his cock leaking a puddle of arousal all over his stomach.
A fervid need washes over me at the sight of Bodhi wrecked and allmine. I pull out, flipping him until he’s on all fours before sinking back in, moving at a brutal pace. My hips slap against his skin, and his breathless cries make for the sweetest sound in my ears as I lose myself in him.
