Okay.
“Then fucking kiss me.”
He does and somewhere in the wider universe, a switch is flipped. Urgency heightens. Pace.Pressure. I prepare myself to bust like this, but Bhodi has other ideas. He brings me to the brink, then rips his hand away, and I realise he’s breathing as rough as I am. That his dick is as swollen and hard as mine.
“I want you in my mouth.” I speak without thought.
Bhodi licks his lips. “Soon.”
“Soon?”
“Soon.” He braces an arm by my head, slotting our bodies together as if we’re fucking, his fingers gripping my hip, his dick sliding along mine, creating a dark friction that cranks my blood to a heart-pumping inferno. Bhodi’s got rhythm, and when he fucks me, he’s gonna rail me like a boss.
When?My subconscious mocks me.
I block it out and arch against Bhodi as he drives us together a little harder, and fresh sweat beads my skin, adding to the instinctive grind we roll into.
It feels like we’re trapped in that cycle for hours. I nearly come so many times I lose count, but Bhodi becomes an instant expert in reading me, easing back at the last second over and over until I’m insane with the need to explode.
My chest heaves with the effort of holding myself together, and I still haven’t touched his dick. Not with my hands, anyway. “I need?—”
Bhodi seals my lips with his palm. “Youneedto fuck my mouth.”
Putain. I lose more oxygen from my lungs. Bhodi stares me down for a blazing second. Then he’s gone, descending my body, swallowing my dick before I can take a breath, enveloping me in his tight, hot throat.
“Fuck.” I jackknife from the rug, spearing my cock deeper.
Bhodi makes a gagging sound. I try to pull back, but he holds me in place, grabbing my hand and planting it on his head, and his words reverberate.You need to fuck my mouth.
He’s right. For me or for him, it doesn’t fucking matter. I do need this. And maybe, so does he.
I shift my hand to his jaw and cradle it, widening my legs. It puts pressure on my lower back, but I don’t give a fuck. I barely notice, I’m so transfixed by his bright blue gaze blazing up at me as I give in to the primal instinct to drive my dick between his sweet lips over and over, the blood in my veins crackling with the energy of a lit firework.
My eyes roll and I struggle to stay anchored to the world, it’sthat fucking good. It’s that fuckingwildas Bhodi sinks lower, his lips skimming my abdomen.
I swear. A lot. In French.
Then I come, shaking with the force of it, and if I wasn’t certain before that no one else on earth will ever make me feel like this, I am now.
Destroyed, I come down, shivering as Bhodi slows his wicked mouth and pulls off me.
He can’t hide his grin. Doesn’t even try. “Better?”
“Better than what?”
He brings us level again and taps my temple. “Than whatever was going on in there.”
I can’t remember what thoughts feel like. I make an unintelligible noise and think I might die here on this rug.
Then I feel him, still rigid and hotter than my seared nerves, and I get a second wind. “Come here.”
An order. A plea.
Both.
Doesn’t matter. Bhodi hears me and he brings his cock to my mouth.
He’s so hard. And he’s big too—not that it matters. I like everything. I likehim, and taking him down my throat is the kind of perfection we’re born for. And the sound he makes? The groan I’ve been hanging on for this whole fucking time?
