Chapter 24 #2
“You know you’re my boyfriend, right?” he asked, his breath warm against my skin. “And she’s our girlfriend.”
Before I could answer, his mouth was on me, hot and wet and perfect. My breath caught as he took me deep, his hand wrapping around the base of my shaft. There was no teasing, no build-up, just Bode doing what he did best, committing fully to making me feel good.
I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, not guiding, just connecting. His tongue worked the underside of my cock as he bobbed his head, finding a rhythm that had me gasping within seconds. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite under his attention, pleasure coiling tight at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, Bode,” I breathed, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes.
He hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. His free hand came up to cup my balls, rolling them gently as he hollowed his cheeks around my length. The sensation made my thighs tense, my hips jerking involuntarily.
Bode didn‘t mind. He took what I gave, adjusting his angle, working with my movements rather than against them. That was Bode all over, adapting, flowing, finding the line of least resistance while still getting exactly what he wanted.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark and knowing, and the connection sent another jolt of pleasure through me. There was something so intimate about being seen like this, about Bode choosing to comfort me in the way he knew best.
I felt the tension building, my release approaching faster than I’d expected. “I’m close,” I warned, my voice strained.
Bode redoubled his efforts, his hand and mouth working in perfect tandem. He didn’t pull away, he never did.
“I want to fuck your throat,” I growled, my grip tightening in his hair. The words surprised me; I wasn’t usually so crude, but something about Bode on his knees, taking me so eagerly, unleashed something primal.
Bode groaned, the sound vibrating around my cock as he shifted position.
He tilted his head back, relaxing his jaw and throat, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulled me deeper.
The wet heat of his mouth engulfed me completely, and I felt the back of his throat constrict around the head of my cock.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasped, my hips bucking forward instinctively.
He pulled off suddenly, his lips swollen. “Don’t come in my throat,” he said, his voice rough and commanding despite his position. “I need to taste you.”
Bode was open about his love for the taste of my cum. He hated to let it go to waste, hated when it landed too deep in his throat to savor the taste. And any time I came inside Lucky, he’d eagerly lick her clean. Because he loved her taste, too.
Before I could respond, he took me back into his mouth with renewed determination.
His throat opened for me, accepting my full length as he swallowed around me.
The sensation was overwhelming, tight, wet pressure massaging every inch of my shaft.
My fingers tightened in his hair as he forced me deeper, taking me all the way to the root.
“Fuck, Bode,” I panted, watching in awe as my entire length disappeared into his mouth. “How are you so good at this?”
He hummed in response, the vibration sending electric currents through my groin. His eyes watered slightly, but he didn’t pull back, maintaining eye contact as he swallowed around me again.
The pressure was building at the base of my spine, my release imminent. I tried to warn him again, but he doubled down, one hand coming up to cup my balls while the other pressed against the sensitive spot behind them.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips jerked upward, thrusting deep into Bode’s waiting mouth.
The sight of his lips stretched around me, his eyes watering slightly as he took my full length, pushed me over the edge, and he grabbed my thighs, pulling me deeper.
I fucked into his mouth with short, desperate thrusts, holding his head steady as I used him.
“Oh fuck, Bode,” I groaned, my voice breaking.
He moaned around my cock, the vibrations traveling through me like electricity. His hands gripped my thighs harder, encouraging me to keep going, to take what I needed. And I did. I thrust upward again, feeling the tight constriction of his throat as he swallowed around me.
The moan he let out was hungry, desperate, like pleasing me was fulfilling some deep need within him. And he was rutting into the bed, grinding his cock against the mattress as I fucked his mouth. That sound, so raw and wanting, pushed me right to the edge.
“Gonna come,” I warned, my voice strained. “Right... now...”
True to his word, Bode pulled back just enough that my release landed on his tongue rather than straight down his throat.
His eyes closed in pleasure as the first pulse hit, and he moaned again, the sound almost reverent as he tasted me.
He worked me through my orgasm with gentle suction, his tongue lapping at the head of my cock to catch every drop.
When I finally collapsed back onto the bed, spent and panting, he rested his cheek against my thigh, looking up at me with those dark, knowing eyes.
“Better?” he asked, his voice rough from the abuse his throat had taken.
I laughed weakly, running my fingers through his hair. “Yeah. Much better.”
He climbed up onto the bed beside me, and I pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then his lips. The taste of myself on his lips was deliciously intimate, a reminder of what we’d just shared. And I reached for him, wanting to give him the same relief.
He flushed. “I came. That was so fucking hot, just… fuck. One minute I was grinding into the bed, the next minute…”
I grinned and kissed him again. “That’s sexy as hell, boyfriend. But it didn’t actually solve the parent problem.”
“No,” he agreed, “but it was more fun than worrying about it. Do you think Lucky will punish us when I tell her you throat-fucked me?” The little wiggle he did against me made me think he wanted her punishment.