“You did.”
“When?” Panic and fear grip my stomach, twisting it.
“When we acted out your fantasy. I came up to you on the dance floor. Your eyes were closed. I leaned in and whispered, ‘Live for me, Ever.’ You said back, ‘Always.’ Or did I hear incorrectly?”
He’s not wrong. Oh God, I thought I heard Carlos’s voice in my head, but it was Bobby.
“Your earlier words?—”
“‘You’re mine, sweetness, and no one, I mean no one, will come between us. You are mine to protect.’ Those words?”
“Yes.”
“It’s my promise to you.” He rubs our noses. “Live for me, Ever?”
I open my mouth, but the word no doesn’t come out. Seconds tick by.
“Did I leave you speechless? My apologies.” With his hand under my hair and firmly on my nape, he brings me close. “I love listening to you talk, baby.” His gaze dips to my mouth.
“I’m not?—”
His mouth clamps onto mine, and I suck in a surprised breath. Bobby takes advantage, sinking his tongue inside my mouth. I whimper with need and grip the front of his shirt, kissing him back. I’m swimming in desire so hot and deep that I give in to the waves crashing over me.
“More. Please, Bobby.”
My begging unleashes something dark inside him. He fists my hair in his hand. His other palms my ass and digs his fingers into my ass cheek. He yanks on my hair so hard tears prickle my eyes. His tongue tangles with mine. I moan at how sweet he tastes.
“More,” I beg.
He slants my head and deepens the kiss. I see stars. See them explode when he moves his hand from my ass cheek and cups my sex through my pants. The explosion of need is instantaneous.
“Oh God, yes,” I rasp.
The kissing reaches a fervor pitch. I release my hold on his shirt and clamp my hands on his triceps. The muscles flex beneath my touch. I dig my nails into his flesh, and he groans in my mouth.
“Move on me, Ever.” He lowers me until the outline of his erection beneath his pants brushes over my sex.
His cock is thick and long. A moan slips from me. I’ve dreamed of taking Bobby’s thickness and length in my mouth and working him over so well that he loses all control and comes in my mouth. I’d swallow every drop before I fall to my hands and knees and beg him to take me from behind.
Holding on to his shoulders, I grind on the outline of his erection. Up, down. Up, down. Feeling his cock is one thing. Seeing it would be something else, giving me an image of Bobby’s thickness as I touch myself until I writhe and moan my release on my fingers.
Forgetting for a moment Bobby’s possible involvement in Carlos’s murder, pushing down the fear that Ty and my father will hurt him, and ignoring the warning bells in my head that what I’m doing is too forward and indecent, I release his shoulder, grab hold of his waistband, and edge it back.
The head of his cock pokes up from under his boxers. I wet my finger with my mouth and slide my fingertip over the slit of the bulbous head. I’ve never done this with another man, nor have I been this forward, even with Carlos.
But with Bobby? He’s my safe space. I can say anything, and he wouldn’t judge me. He’d listen and not fill in the silence. I can do anything, and he would happily go along with me, so long as what we’re doing is safe.
I want to please him.
Pleasing him makes me feel so good.
I want us to feel good.
I wet my fingers and swirl my fingertips on the head of his cock. So velvety soft. He’s circumcised, and I trace the puckered ring around the head with my fingertips over and over. This slow worshipping of a part of him brings us both pleasure.
His cock jerks with each caress from my fingertips. I stick my hand under his waistband and fist his cock. Bobby throws back his head. His face is serene one moment, then tight and twisted, both expressions of pleasure. I stare. He is so beautiful it hurts to look at him.
“Bobby.” My voice is soft and filled with longing. I want to taste him. Taste his saltiness. Smell his musky scent. Sweat. Male. Virile.
