Chapter 25 #2
Bodhi answered with his mouth. With the way his tongue traced the seam of my lips, asking, insisting. With his hands sliding under the waistband of my joggers, cupping my ass, pulling me closer. Every moan, every breath between us spoke the same thing.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Iggy.”
I shoved his T-shirt up his chest until it bunched beneath his arms. He sat up to pull it over his head, and in the same breath, he tugged my hoodie off me. Cool air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps, my nipples tightening.
I leaned forward and traced the lines of his tattoos with my tongue, slow and deliberate, committing them to memory. Every curve, every edge. I refused to forget even the smallest detail.
He urged me onto my knees and tugged my bottoms down, my cock springing free. His hand wrapped around it, warm and sure, and my hips bucked despite myself. He swirled his thumb through the precum at the tip, deliberate, teasing.
“Oh—Bodhi.”
His grip moved slowly, infuriatingly light. Teasing. I felt his smirk against my mouth when we kissed. This fucker knew exactly what he was doing, and it made me growl. My fingers tangled in his hair, a silent plea for more.
Instead, he let go.
His hands wrapped around my middle and suddenly we were rolling, the world tilting. I yelped as I landed on my back, Bodhi above me now, our positions reversed. My thighs fell open around his hips, my hands braced against the pillows.
I was laid out for him. An offering.
And the way he looked at me felt almost reverent.
He slid my bottoms the rest of the way off, leaving me completely bare.
Then he rose from the bed to remove his own before climbing back over me, pressing his lips to mine.
We kissed and kissed and kissed until I was breathless, until my head spun and all I could focus on was Bodhi.
The solid heat of his body against mine, his weight pinning me to the mattress was grounding, even as my thoughts threatened to float away.
I gripped his shoulders and pushed, urging him onto his back. He went easily, looking up at me with the blue of his eyes almost entirely swallowed by desire.
“You’ve got me where you want me,” he smirked. “Now what?”
My heart fluttered, nerves crashing into my bravado and knocking it flat. There was something I wanted. Something that would pull us even closer. I just didn’t know how to say it.
“I . . .” My voice trailed off. I dropped my gaze to his chest, heat flooding my cheeks.
Bodhi reached up and caught my chin, tipping my face back until I had no choice but to meet his eyes. The intensity there made me want to squirm.
“Say what’s on your mind, Iggy,” he murmured, voice rough, thick with want.
I licked my lips. “I—can I . . .” I took a steadying breath. “Can I fuck you?”
Bodhi lifted his legs, planting his feet on the mattress on either side of my thighs, and his grin spread wide.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
My breath hitched. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss as I rolled my hips forward. We both moaned when our hard cocks brushed together, slick with precum.
With restraint I didn’t know I possessed—restraint I definitely hadn’t had the night before—I broke the kiss.
“Lube and condoms?” I asked, breathless.
Bodhi nodded towards the left side of the bed.
I spotted his backpack and leaned over, rummaging inside before returning with what I needed.
I dropped them beside us and pushed up onto my knees between his legs.
He spread them wider, deliberately, giving me a perfect view of himself laid open for me.
I ran my hands down his thighs and shifted until I was lying on my stomach between them.
My tongue traced the seam of his balls, slow and teasing.
Bodhi moaned, hips twitching as I kissed my way down his taint, towards his crease.
I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and finally got a proper look at him.
I lavished his hole with attention, kissing and sucking, feeling the muscles soften beneath my mouth.
“Mmf—Iggy,” Bodhi groaned, fingers digging into the mattress. “Shit.”
He rolled his hips, chasing my mouth, pressing closer. When I glanced up, his head was thrown back, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut. I stiffened my tongue and pushed forward, slipping past his rim. Bodhi gasped, a broken sound, his pleas tumbling out between breaths.
Saliva dripped down my chin as I worked my tongue in and out, loving the way his body writhed beneath me.
“Iggy,” he moaned, voice cracking. “More. Please—I need more.”
I pulled back and reached for the lube, warming a small amount between my fingers before bringing my hand back to his hole. I teased him with my index finger, pressing lightly, withdrawing again before fully breaching him.
“Don’t tease me,” he complained, eyes wild, cheeks flushed.
I couldn’t help the smirk that curved my mouth. “Sucks when you don’t get what you want, huh?”
Bodhi laughed, breathless and wrecked. “You’re incorrigible.”
His laugh broke into a quiet gasp when I finally let my finger slip inside him.
I moved slowly at first, gentle, enjoying the heat and the way his body welcomed me.
Like it recognised my touch. Bodhi hummed, low and needy, and it wasn’t long before he was pressing down, chasing the sensation, trying to fuck himself on my finger.
“More, Iggy,” he rasped. “Please.”
His impatience made me want to draw it out, to tease him until he begged properly. But the part of me aching to be inside him won out, and when I added a second finger, the decision was made.
I scissored them carefully, stretching him, preparing him for my cock. I didn’t know how often Bodhi bottomed, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt him by rushing. Still, the moment I slipped in a third finger, he growled and pushed himself up onto his elbows.
“I’m ready,” he bit out, jaw tight.
I curled my fingers, searching, and when I found the soft, spongy spot inside him, his entire body jolted.
His head dropped back like he couldn’t hold it up anymore.
His cock twitched against his stomach, precum spilling messily over his dark happy trail.
Every press made his abs tense, thighs tremble, his whole body wound tight, stretched to the brink.
“Fuck me already!” he cried when I hit it again.
I grinned at his desperation and withdrew my fingers, wiping them on the sheets. I tore open the condom with my teeth and rolled it on, and Bodhi sighed in contentment when I crawled forward and notched myself at his entrance.
He threaded his fingers into my hair, fisting it, tugging me closer. “Fucking finally,” he breathed.
Our lips met as I pushed forward, slow and deliberate.
The head of my cock slipped past his rim, easing through the first ring of muscle until I was seated inside him.
His body clenched around me, tight and hot, gripping me like he didn’t want to let go.
I bit my lip hard, fighting the urge to come before I was even fully buried.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Sorry,” Bodhi chuckled.
“Don’t laugh,” I whined. “That makes it harder.”
“Isn’t that the point?” he grinned.
The way his muscles rippled around me made my hips jerk forward. Bodhi moaned, tightening his grip in my hair. I welcomed the sting, the sharp pull grounding me just enough to keep me from tipping over the edge too soon.
“I—um . . .” I swallowed. “I haven’t done this a lot. So it might not be . . . perfect.”
Bodhi wrapped his legs around my waist, drawing me closer. He brushed some hair back from my face and smiled, soft and steady, clashing with the hunger in his eyes.
“Anything with you is perfect,” he murmured.
I pulled back until only the tip remained inside him, then thrust forward again. Bodhi grunted, breath punched from his lungs. I repeated the motion, finding a rhythm, each thrust smoother than the last. His hands slid down my back and settled on my ass, squeezing.
“So good, baby,” he breathed.
When I rose onto my knees, his legs fell back onto the bed. I gripped his hips tightly, and the new angle shifted the trajectory of my cock inside him. Judging by the way his body spasmed on my next thrust, it took me straight to his prostate.
Sweat beaded and ran down my neck, my chest, my back. Strands of hair clung to my nape and temples, and my skin felt tight, overheated, stretched thin over bone as I edged closer and closer to release.
Bodhi arched beneath me, moving with my quickening thrusts, and every smack of my hips against his ass seemed to hit exactly where he needed it.
His head thrashed from side to side, dark hair wild, his face and torso slick with sweat.
I leaned forward and dragged my tongue up his neck, tasting salt and skin.
The air was thick with sandalwood and sex. He was warm everywhere, inside and out.
I was surrounded by him. Drowning in everything that made Bodhi who he was. Hypnotised by the sound of his moans, by the way his brows knit together as pleasure tore through him.
His hand slipped between us to grip his cock, and I slapped it away.
I wanted to be the one to push him over the edge, to make him break the way he always broke me.
I wrapped my fingers around his length instead, feeling it twitch in my palm.
Precum streamed steadily down his shaft, slicking my grip as I stroked him in time with my thrusts.
“I’m—fuck—I’m so close,” he whined, hips rolling to match mine. “Just—yes—just a bit—ugh—more . . . Iggy!”
His orgasm seemed to tear through him without warning.
Ropes of cum spilled over his stomach, painting white streaks across pale skin and dark ink.
The sight shattered my rhythm, the tension in my spine snapping all at once.
I thrust twice more before my own release hit, filling the condom as everything went white.