Chapter 23 #2
I moan, my mouth lightly parts, hands squeezing onto the countertop behind me.
I open my mouth wider, my tongue gently poking out, sliding his chocolate-covered finger over my top lip and down to my tongue, which I cocoon around his finger, letting my lips fully close around him, sucking the sweetness from it.
Bohdi hisses and lets out a little moan when I add pressure with my teeth.
My heart is pounding, while my brain tries to reason with me.
Pulling my head back, his finger makes a pop when I release it from my mouth.
We both stand there looking at each other, panting, wanting but scared.
Scared by the past hurt we both inflicted on the other.
My eyes hood, arousal flowing through me.
At this moment, I would give it all up for one more time with him, and that’s the sad and scary part.
Bohdi leans in, tongue out, and swipes it across my lips. “It’s still my favorite flavor.” He savors the taste of the chocolate and me, sucking in his bottom lip.
My breathing becomes faster, my nerves on fire. “What is this, Bohdi?” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t hear me, but he does.
“It’s whatever we want it to be, August. No strings, just friends.” His eyes hooded.
“No strings?” I breathily ask, swallowing hard.
“None.” He moves closer, capturing my lips, and I let him.
Bohdi devours me before breaking the kiss, leaving me panting, resting his forehead on mine.
My eyes pan to his, which are looking down on me.
“Let me taste you,” he begs. And I want to deny him.
But denying him is also denying myself and what I truly want at this moment.
All I can do is nod my head; my vocal cords don’t work right now. And I don’t want to break whatever this is because I think if I can get my voice to work, I’ll end whatever this is.
I watch his fingers slide up both my arms, and then back down, leaving a trail of goosebumps, before he’s pulling my tank top over my head.
My breasts fall heavily, bare. Swallowing audibly, I watch both his hands cup my breast before squeezing them, pushing them together, his nose going into my cleavage, breathing me in.
A wet, cold trail follows the wake of his tongue as he circles around one nipple, then the other.
Pebbling them with his cool mouth, the whole time we were watching the other.
“Oh,” I cry out, letting my head fall backward.
Looking back at him, his eyes still on me, enjoying the way my face reacts, and the color blooming on it.
I feel his hands on my shorts, hurriedly pulling at them, desperate.
I help him, unbuttoning, letting them fall to my feet.
My panties follow, stepping out of them both, kicking them to the side.
I stand naked in my bakery kitchen with my first love, allowing him to do whatever he wants to do to me, because no strings, just friends.
I lie to myself. And what a perfect lie it is.
Bodhi steps back, running his eyes from my face to the dark dusting of hair on my pussy, his finger traces my starfish tattoo before both his hands swipe through his hair, a smirk on his face.
“Spread your legs, August.” His eyes gleaming with arousal and need. Knowing him, I am reflecting the same.
I moan. Because those words coming from his lips. Fuck, they send me. And I do, I listen to him, spreading them wide. Okay with the aftermath of this night.
I watch as his hand comes in front of him, slides down my stomach, causing my skin to goosebump on its descent, over my pubic hair, down my slit, finding my opening, which I know is already wet.
His groan is loud and feral. He doesn’t prime me; there is no need to.
I gasp, “Oh God,” when his finger enters me, my eyes on him.
His mouth falls open just a bit, his eyes closing as my wet warmth consumes his finger. “Fuck, August,” Bohdi moans my name, and it sounds so good coming from him.
Working his finger in and out, he takes his other hand and spreads me apart, revealing my swollen clit, pulling my hood as far back as it will go.
I bite my lip when he drops to his knees, eyes looking up at me as he smiles, places his nose over my pussy and breathes in, inhaling me, never losing eye contact with each other.
“I’ve dreamed of your scent for years; it haunted me, August. My own personal ghost, never letting me go.” Bohdi leans back on his knees. I watch his tongue slip from between his lips, my breath hitching, my body shivering when I feel his warm breath over my clit.
The slightest touch- that’s all he does with his tongue and I moan so loudly, my body quakes. His tongue has left invisible paths from years ago, and my body automatically responds, knowing he’s fixing to trail them once again.
His lips encircle my clit, sucking. “Bohdi,” I moan his name. The sensation is too much, especially when I feel his teeth bite down- not hard, but just enough to send shivers up my spine.
Bohdi growls when he tastes me, before slowly rotating his tongue around my clit, repeatedly. All the while, he still clamps his lips around it.
Removing his hand, he roams them up my thigh, snatching a hold of it and guiding my leg to his shoulder. I bloom fully open, my pussy on full display.
Unclasping his mouth from me, I feel his wetness trail down to my entrance before shoving his tongue inside, caressing my walls. Opening my eyes, I see him watching me, and watch his mouth spread wide, tongue still in me, smiling up at me. Looking fucking beautiful.
My eyebrows draw up. “Don’t wreck me,” I beg him.
In an instant, he pulls away from me, lifting me onto the counter, spreading my thighs apart. “As you wrecked me?” His eyes are full of hunger.
I watch his hands leave my thigh and grab the bowl full of batter, dipping his hand in it and coming away with a glob of chocolate, rubbing it down my breast to my stomach.
The coldness shocks me, making me jump, but I sit there and watch him as he coats me with chocolate.
It drips off my pebbled nipple to my clean thigh, before he bends his head and licks it clean.
He paints my body with chocolate and then lets his tongue clean a path down to my spread legs.
His chocolate-covered hand grabs my pussy and squeezes.
My head falls back with a moan, his name leaving my lips.
“Bohdi.” A mixture of begging and pleading.
For what? For him to stop? For him to keep going? For him to not wreck me?
His clean hand pushes my shoulder back, which tips me to the back of my tailbone. “Legs on the counter, spread,” Bohdi instructs me, chocolate on his chin.
Biting my bottom lip, I do what he says, spread myself wide open for him.
“A pure fucking masterpiece,” he praises me; I can feel my cheeks blooming with his words before he captures my lips, sucking and biting them.
Our tongues become one, swirling around the others.
Hunger and need are prevalent in the kiss.
Breaking away, leaving me panting, Bohdi moves between my legs, torturing me with his mouth.
Breaking his contact with me, I cry out.
“I want you to come for me, August.” He bites the inside of my thigh before ravaging my pussy, the way his tongue worships it makes me want to kneel before him.
I can’t hold it in. I need to orgasm. My bent legs shake, my heart rate picks up.
“I’m going to come, Bohdi.” And those words seem to make him go faster, his tongue flicking my clit, his finger hitting my g-spot, and on a scream, I let myself come loose.
Coming and crying out his name, praising his mouth and him, shaking.
He slowly laps my pulsing pussy, sending shockwaves throughout my body.
And all I can think about is tasting him.
Needing him in my mouth. Without a warning, I push him back, hopping down off the counter and onto my bare knees.
My hands unbutton his shorts, letting them fall, followed by his boxers.
I stare up at him under my lashes, a smile on my lips, “My turn,” I mewl.
“Fuck,” he growls out when I take the base of his cock in my palm, applying pressure, encasing it with my fingers.
His fingers comb through my hair, tightening it into his fist, sending a little sting to my scalp, but in the best way possible.
Pre-cum hangs from the tip of his dick; tentatively, I stick my tongue out and taste it, moaning when it hits my taste buds, familiar and consuming.
I can’t wait a second longer. In one motion, I have his dick in my mouth, closing my lips around it and sucking.
His moans fill the kitchen and urge me on.
I become faster, adding my teeth, just like he did on my clit.
“Yes, suck my dick, August,” he growls out. His hold on my hair becomes even tighter.
My gagging and his moans are the only sounds around us.
“I’m fixing to come,” he warns me, but I take my hand to his ass cheek, pushing him deeper into my mouth, letting him know I want it all.
“August!” he screams my name when his hot liquid shoots to the back of my throat. I swallow, moaning in approval all while continuing my sucking, getting every last drop from him, needing it.
His hold eases on my hair, and I slowly let his dick free, pulling my head back, and it pops out from between my lips.
I watch it as it jerks up and down, light cum appearing.
I lick the tip, and he hisses. Looking up at him, sucking in my bottom lip, his hand comes down to my face; his thumb rubs my chin as he slowly blinks.
“You’re here to ruin me.” He cocks his head to the side.
And I smile at him. Because I hope we ruin each other.
Standing up, I have dried chocolate batter all over me. I look down at myself and laugh. “Oh, hell.” I run to the oven and open it. “Great.” My cookies are burned, not bad, but not edible.
Grabbing a potholder, I place both trays onto the stovetop. Turning around to face Bohdi, “Whelp, those are trash.”