“And cuddle.”
A strand of hair fell into his eyes, and I reached up to brush it back.
“With anime?” I asked, almost hopeful.
Because whatever Bodhi liked, I wanted to like too. And it seemed he’d converted me.
“You bet,” he said, smiling.
This time, I kissed him.
“Sounds perfect.”
I woke with a start. Too warm. Too tight in my own skin. My face was buried in the pillow, blood fizzing through my veinslike a bath bomb. When my hips pressed into the mattress as I squirmed, a whimper tore out of me, sharp and humiliating in the quiet of Bodhi’s room. My cock was hard, trapped between my stomach and the sheets, the friction offering only the barest hint of relief.
Warm lamplight filled the room. I lifted my head to find Bodhi watching me, eyes heavy with sleep. His pillow had left a red indent on his cheek, his hair sticking out in every direction like he’d dragged his hands through it one last time before dozing off.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice rough like gravel.
He’d sat up, the duvet pooled around his hips, and his bare torso was on display, dark lines of ink stark against porcelain skin. Backlit by the bedside lamp, he looked unreal. A fallen angel. The rough-edged god he became onstage.
Christ. He was magnificent.
I wanted to devour him. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Wanted his mouth on my skin, his tongue in my mouth, his cock buried deep inside me. The image of him mounting me, fucking me into the mattress, made my hips twitch. Another broken whimper slipped out as the head of my cock brushed the sheets.
He’d scored me more Tylenol from Clara earlier, claiming another headache. But with lust burning through me from head to toe, I had to wonder if she’d slipped us Viagra as a joke.
Bodhi’s gaze darkened. He licked his lips, then leaned onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. His free hand reached out, tugging the duvet down inch by inch, exposing me completely. Naked, just like he’d insisted when we climbed into bed, determined to torture ourselves by cuddling skin to skin.
Earlier, the ache in my hip had kept me half soft at best. Now, rested and medicated, my body was very much awake.
“Look at this ass,” he breathed.
His fingers brushed my crease, light enough to make me jump, bucking into the mattress. I spread my legs, inviting him closer. Begging without words. When his fingertip teased my hole, barely there, I pushed back, desperate for pressure. For more. Anything he was willing to give.
Instead of giving me what I wanted, he pulled away, smirking.
“Bodhi,” I whined, breathless. “Please.”
He rolled over me, his weight settling in, his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks. I tried to grind back against him, to line us up the way my body demanded. But his hand slid into my hair, fingers curling tight, tugging my head back and baring my throat.
His lips found my pulse.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, kissing along my neck, nipping the spot where it met my jaw. “I could eat you up.”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Do that. Definitely do that.”
His chuckle was low and dark. He rolled his hips, dragging his cock against me. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
I nodded as much as I could with his fist in my hair. “Please.”
He released me, letting my face fall back into the pillow, and started kissing his way down my spine.
“Are you in pain?”
“Nope. No pain.” I shook my head and gripped the sheets. “Just horny.”
That evil chuckle again.
