Page 120 of Whistle

Instantly, he settled down and spread his legs. I crawled between them, tugging the satin cup covering his leaking dick beneath his balls. He was red and swollen, the tip shiny even in the dark.

Reaching behind his balls, I made sure I still had access to his hole, my finger sliding over slick, puffy skin. Making a sound, I guided my dick to his entrance, pressing it right up against his hole.

“Eyes on me, Goldilocks,” I rumbled, rocking against the tight ring.

His eyes lifted to mine, and I pushed in, his lips parting with a breathy sigh. Holding his stare, I thrust deeper. The sounds of the lube squelching around our tight fit filled the room.

His lids started to droop, and I caught his chin. “Baby.”

He refocused, and I pushed the rest of the way in, locking us together.

Something around us shifted, and his stare turned shuttered. Having Bodhi raw did not just mean without a condom. Leaning down, I nipped at his lip and then nipped it again. Then I kissed the end of his nose and the corner of his eye.

His breathing hitched, and he tried to turn his face away. Grabbing him, I forced him back, gazing into his eyes as I pulled out and thrust back in.

His palm rubbed over the side of my jaw, the tips of his fingers playing with my ear. “I don’t really hate you,” he whispered.

“I know,” I whispered back.

And then we were kissing because it wasn’t enough to have my dick buried inside him. I needed my tongue buried too.

His body was sweet ecstasy, sucking me in and gripping as if it refused to let me go. The glide of skin on skin was heady, something I hadn’t let myself feel in twenty years. Rising onto my hands, I stared down at the picture he made under me—sweaty skin, pink cheeks, and hair spread across my pillow. The sight was so overwhelming I wondered why I’d struggled these last few weeks at all.

I thrust deeper, driving him up the bed and forcing a slutty moan from his lips. Reaching between us, I fisted his rigid dick, pumping it in tune with my thrusts.

His head thrashed on the pillow, and he whispered my name as if it were the only word he knew. The muscles in my shoulders and neck burned, but I refused to surrender. I refused to let this moment go. I needed more. I would never get enough.

Pulling back, I rose to my knees and flipped him over, lacy ass up. I gave it a little smack, and he grunted, folding his legs beneath him to push it into the air.

Grabbing his cheeks, I spread them wide to find his red, slippery entrance and fed my dick right into it. I pushed deep until the lace scratched my skin and his ass ground back against me. Holding his hips, I pulled out and lunged back in, totally spellbound by the sight of my stiff dick disappearing into him.

“I like watching your lacy ass swallow me whole,” I told him, pulling out and pushing deep again. “You’re so pretty, Goldilocks. So pretty for me.”

He wiggled and panted, pushing his ass even farther into my hands. I spread him wider, pressing my thumbs against his rim where my dick stretched him open.

He whined for more, so I grabbed the lube, using it to massage his rim, gently stretching it just a little wider as my dick rubbed his prostate relentlessly.

“Give me your hand,” he begged, and I reached around, fisting his dick but pinching it at the base. He whined at the denial, and I sank my teeth lightly into his shoulder, then licked over the mark.

I pulled out again and pushed him onto his back, sinking into his body while bringing us chest to chest.

“Watch me while I come inside you, Goldilocks. I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

He moaned and nodded. “I want it. I want it so damn bad.”

The second I palmed his cock, he went off like a live wire, shaking and squirting, his ass clenching around my dick so hard it almost hurt. His low, deep moans filled the bedroom, and his orgasm went on as I milked his twitching cock, trying to make it last as long as his body would let me. When his dick was soft, I pulled away and braced myself over him.

“You watching?” I asked, and he nodded, eyes on me.

My strokes turned sloppy as my body strained against his. The second his legs locked around my hips, I fell over the edge, free-falling through ecstasy, the orgasm so powerful I shuddered and shook, vision dimming as I emptied into his body. Through it all, my eyes stayed on his, and I hoped he understood that letting him see me in my most vulnerable moment was something I’d never given anyone else.

Almost as if he heard the thought, he reached around me, pressing into the small of my back and pulling me down until all my weight was on him. I started to push up, but he wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place. Sweat, lube, and his release smeared between us, and my semi was still buried in his ass.

I settled against him, shoving my arms between him and the mattress and smothering him with everything I was.

I realized then that I’d had things all wrong before.

Bodhi wasn’t a want.

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