“I see your point.”
“Thank you,” he replies, his voice indignant.
“Just…realquick… how—”
He mutters under his breath, reaching for the back of my head and tugging so hard that I immediately turn to putty in his hands. “No more questions.” He runs his thumb across my mouth until I part my lips for him. Then he moves his thumb between my lips and pushes down against my tongue, prying my jaw open. “Better,” he says on a sharp inhale.
Oh my god.
“Ready?” he asks, his eyes searching mine. I nod for him, curling my tongue around his thumb. His malevolent smile only grows fiercer before he pushes my head down onto his lap. He’s got a tight hold around my ponytail and his other hand on my cheek.
Okay, so itdoesfit.
And Bo isnottoo sweet.
And I’m possibly going to have to consider theonepart of the termone-night stand.
He moans shakily as I swallow him back. “So much quieter,” he says teasingly, breathless even still. I glare up at him but,strangely, it doesn’t have the same effect while his dick is hitting the back of my throat.
I continue working him over, pressing my tongue flat against him and tracing the veins along his shaft. When I hollow out my cheeks, his whole body tenses, and he pulls my hair far too tight until I whine.
“Shit, sorry,” he says, letting my hair go nearly completely.
I release him from my mouth with a wetpop,continuing to stroke him with my hand.“Don’t be.” I grin like the devil as I lick from base to tip. “I can handle it.”
What I mean is; I’m so tired of men treating me like I’m delicate because of my hand. I’m not breakable. I’m definitely not broken. Use me. Let me drive you to the point where you’d dounspeakablethings. Let me have that power over you. I’m capable of it.
Minutes go by of rhythmic push and pull. With my mouth wrapped around him, Bo seems to be in heaven—calling out my name and whispering unsparing praises, as if he’s willing to lay his life at my feet.
Bo’s hand moves from its hold around my hair to my ass, kneading and gripping my flesh. I arch my back for him, pushing my bum into the air.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, taking hold of my panties and tugging them downward. He helps me lift out of them, and once they’re long lost to the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor, Bo reaches between my legs, cupping me in a way that feels possessive and lit with desire. I thank him by humming around his dick while increasing my mouth’s speed and intensity.
He shivers on a long exhale, hissing as I come up after gagging. Bo traces a finger around my wet entrance, and instantly, I feel myself flutter in anticipation.
“Stop,” Bo says forcefully, pulling me off him with a hand on the back of my neck. He sits up, reaching toward me. “I needyou.” With two hands on my waist, he picks me up and drops me onto his lap. I giggle, my chest crashing against his.
“Impatient,” I say, raising an eyebrow as I look between us to where his glistening, wet hardness is pressed against his abdomen.
“Maddening…” He laughs slowly, rolling his neck. “You aremaddening.”
I bite my lip, trying not to blush or smile as I lean toward the nightstand. My breasts catch Bo’s attention while I reach into the bedside drawer. As he licks and nibbles around my nipples, I absentmindedly sweep my hand inside the box of condoms. Then I do it again. Finding… nothing.
No… No. No. No!
“Shit.” I straighten, forcing Bo off my tits as I peer into a completely empty box.
“What?” he asks, his eyes drifting between my look of disbelief and the bedside drawer.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
He rubs his right shoulder with the opposite hand, making his bicep tense in front of his chest, which isnothelping my focus whatsoever. “No. Shit, sorry. I, uh, didn’t exactly see this happening.”
“Damn it,” I whine, going to my knees next to him on the bed. I can’t think properly while I’m on his lap.
Icouldthrow on some clothes and run across the hallway to Sarah and Caleb’s room—but I vowed to never go back into their drawer after thetraumaticsex toy collection discovery of 2019. I bite the small nail on my right thumb nervously, assessing our next best option.
With Bo’s eyes held on me in concern, he does the unexpected. He brings my small hand away from my teeth and to his lips. Then he kisses each of my little fingers, one by one.
