Chapter 72
I n a sensual daze, I leave the bathroom. I just had hot and dirty sex with Bo and now I’m nervous. I don’t know what to say. But I know what I want. More. I always want more when it comes to Bo.
Reaching the sleeping compartment, I’m not as confident as I was when I straddled him and begged him to fuck me. I remember all too well the hurt I experienced when I woke up alone after the last time we had sex. So even though I want more, I chicken out. I don’t think I could survive it if he turned me down. I know he’s in his bunk, but I put my foot on the rung beside it and start to climb to the top one. Warm fingers stop me, fastening firmly around my ankle.
“Where are you going, sweetheart?” Bo asks in that dangerously seductive voice that makes all of me shiver.
“To my bunk,” I whisper.
“Why not come back to mine?”
Yes, please. “Okay.” Pretending that his asking doesn’t give me another pleasurable shiver, I put my feet on the floor. I’m just about to dive into his bunk when the door to the back lounge slides open. Light spills over us. Busted, I freeze.
“What’s up?” Carson asks. Zipping up his pants, he strolls down the narrow aisle between the bunks.
“Had fun.” He slaps Lilah on the butt. She’s the brunette groupie I thought was interested in Bo. But it sounded like she had a really good time with Carson in the back room. Apparently, for her, any band member will do.
“We could still have fun.” Lilah touches his arm.
“No, I’m tired.” Carson shakes his head. “I’ll see you at the next stop, darlin’.”
“Right.” She slides past him with only a brief, curious glance at me.
“Isn’t Lilah coming to Little Rock?” I ask and have a terrible thought. I wonder if a slap on my butt will be my parting prize when Bo is done with me.
“She’ll be there,” Carson replies. “Lilah goes to every stop, but groupies aren’t allowed on the bus overnight. Wanna smoke?” He withdraws a crumpled pack from his pocket and leans down to offer Bo a cigarette.
“I’m good.” Bo waves it away. Leaning back in his bunk, his sheet slides down to his waist. My mouth goes dry staring at his abs. They’re so defined I could climb them like a ladder.
“You usually like a smoke after,” Carson says, looking confused. “Especially since you stopped drinking.”
Bo aims his gaze at me and shakes his head.
“Oh.” Carson’s eyes widen. “Is that not common knowledge? Did I interrupt something?”
“Yeah, man.” Bo glares at his friend.
“Got it.” Carson places his hand on the small of my back, pushing me toward Bo. “Please feel free to continue with what you were doing that has Bo’s cock tenting his sheet. I’ll just go outside and have a quick smoke before we leave.”
My cheeks warm. I turn my head, watching him walk away.
“Come here.” Bo grabs my hand, and I let out an oomph as I tumble into his bunk. Sprawled on top of him, my hair falls forward, forming a curtain around his handsome face.
“Better.” He tucks my hair behind my ears and slowly grins.
“Are we going to fuck again?” I ask, peering at him through my lashes. His cock is temptingly hot and hard between my legs. My pussy melts.
“Hell yes. There are only so many hours left until the morning, and I intend to use every single one.”
“Okay.” I nod eagerly. I’m not shy with Bo’s eyes on mine. “How do you want me?”
“Naked.” Without warning, he flips me over onto my back and yanks the curtain closed.
“Sounds good to me.” It’s my turn to slowly smile at him. With the blackout curtain drawn, it’s almost completely dark, and I’m grateful. I don’t want him to see any lingering uncertainty in my gaze. With women like Lilah around, eager to service him, I need to be satisfied with what I can get. I probably didn’t need to lay out terms. It’s probably only a matter of time before he gets tired of me.
“Need to see you better.” He clicks on the reading lamp attached to the wall above his head.
I start to duck my head, but he stops me. “Want to see all of you.” He rakes his gaze over the length of me, his eyes heating. “You’re an incredibly beautiful woman, Peace.”
I let out a hum of pleasure.
“This mouth.” He traces my lips with his thumb and tugs on the bottom one. “I want to kiss and defame you. Fill your mouth and not just your pussy with my cum. Is that allowed?”
“Yes.” I lick my suddenly dry lips. He’s incredibly sexy with his dirty talk and his gorgeous body that seems heaven made just for my pleasure.
“You like it when I talk dirty to you?” he asks, probably noting the flare of heat in my eyes.
I nod.
“I like it when wicked things come from your sweet mouth.” He pins me with his gaze. “I want to know everything you like so I can do it to you again and again.”
“Bo,” I whisper, trembling, and not all from nerves. “This is too much. Too fast. Too intimate.” And I’m in danger of falling too deep before the morning.
“Oh, we’re going to get intimate all right.” He sweeps his hungry gaze over me. “We’ll do everything I want first. Then you can have a turn. Only kissing is off-limits. I have all access to you until dawn. Did I get your rules right?”
“Yes,” I agree, telling myself not to give up this chance, that I’m lucky to be in his bed when he could have any woman.
“Perfect.” He gathers the hem of my T-shirt in his talented hands and lifts it, exposing my pussy, my abdomen, and then my breasts. “So much beauty to explore.” He tosses my shirt aside. “Think I’ll start here.” Climbing over me, the sheet covering him falls away as he lowers his head. I hold my breath. My skin buzzes in anticipation. The moment his warm lips press into the sensitive hollow between my neck and shoulder, I exhale a shaky moan.
“You like that.” He lifts his head. Studying me intently, his eyes turn a dark forest green.
“Anywhere you want to put your mouth on me is okay,” I say softly.
“Just okay?” His tone playful, he lowers his head again.
“Bo.” I gasp as he kisses his way across my chest and licks my left nipple. “Hold still,” he orders, then paints a wet circle around the already aching tip. A sizzling current zaps me between my trembling thighs as he moves to the left side. He kisses and teases me with his tongue. My breath breaking, I’m just about to beg him to suck when he latches on.
“Yes.” My lids fluttering from the pleasure, I grab his head. “That feels so good.” I thread my fingers into his thick hair, trapping his mouth at my breast. Chuckling darkly, he draws my tingling nipple deep into his wet mouth. My hips rise. I’m aching and need his cock.
“You’re so beautifully responsive,” he praises. Lifting his head, he strums my damp nipples with his thumbs. When he blows his warm breath across each one, I shudder.
“Bo,” I warn. I’m about to come.
“Shhh, hold on, baby.” He presses his wet thumb over my lips, his touch an almost kiss. “I’m not finished yet.” He returns his attention to my nipples. Glancing up at me through his spiky lashes, he watches me as he swirls his tongue around one nub, then the other.
I whimper. He’s making me desperate, taking me to the edge. I’m so turned on I can barely stand it. His mouth curves as if he knows and he continues to play with me until I grab his head and bring his mouth to where I desperately need it.
“Yes,” I moan when he finally fastens his perfect lips around one throbbing tip. He draws it deep into his mouth and rolls the other one while I combust.
“No more. I can’t take it.” Panting, I yank on his hair. “No more teasing. I’m too close.”
He releases my nipple with a pop and pinches the other one.
“Bo, fuck,” I exclaim. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Like you cussing and desperate.” He grins.
“I’m feeling desperate,” I admit.
“Good.” He gives me a satisfied nod. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
“Your cock.” I’m shameless at a peak, with my arousal dripping down my legs.
“It’s yours.” He palms it. Teasing me, he drags the crown through my wetness.
“Please,” I beg. “Please put your amazing cock inside me.”
“Baby.” He notches the crown inside. I lift my hips, taking him deeper. He hisses. “Never felt anything as good as being inside you.”
“Fuck me, Bo.” His praise fanning the flames, I grab his tight ass and squeeze. “I need you.”
“I need you too.” He withdraws a little and drives in deeper. Shallow fucks, then deeper ones. Good, it’s so good each time he’s fully inside me, but it’s not enough.
“More, faster, harder, please,” I rasp.
“Greedy girl.” He gives me more, and I lift my hips, chasing his cock. His features tighten each time he’s deep inside me. He’s chasing his own pleasure, giving me mine.
“Yes, Bo.” I moan as he drills me. “Fast, hard, deep. Just like that.” I bring my hips up. We crash together. I score his chest with my nipples, and I claw at his back.
“Peace.” His muscles bunch repeatedly beneath my frantic grip.
“Bo,” I gasp as he slams into me, hitting that perfect spot. “Yes, oh, yes,” I cry. Coming, I squeeze my eyes shut and clutch him to me.
He throws his head back. Roaring my name, he ejaculates, filling me with ribbons of his hot cum.
I let go. Knowing the falling is already done, tears stream down my face. I chant the words in my mind that I can’t say. What I feel for Bo is deep and unchangeable. It’s as steady as the sun rising in the morning or the stars shining at night.