Page 88 of Whistle

His eyes flashed with vulnerability, almost as if he’d been afraid of how we’d be this morning.

That makes two of us.

With his eyes on me, it ceased to matter. The overwhelming need to reassure him took over, leaving my doubts for later.

“Come here, baby,” I whispered, and he climbed my body to straddle my hips.

Rumpled hair brushed his collarbones and flushed cheeks as he leaned forward to brace both palms on my stomach and lean in. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I glanced down at his cock, which was standing straight off his body, lust and affection rolling over me like a tidal wave.

“Get a condom out of the drawer.”

I thought he might argue, but he leaned over and did as he was told. When he came back, he ripped it open and rolled it over my rigid length, pinching a little at the tip. When he was done, he looked at me and smiled, and it struck me that it was the first one I’d seen.

Oh, it ached, making my chest feel like a giant bruise. The way it softened his face and lit his eyes made my breath catch. A wordless incantation that cast a spell. Within the cage of my ribs, my heart fluttered and whispered a silent vow to make him smile more. Every day.

Fierce possessiveness coursed in my veins, carrying with it the primal urge to grab him, stuff him underneath my bones, and protect him with every ounce of myself.

Innocent and unknowing of the iron collar and leash he locked around my neck, Bodhi straddled my hips and reached around to grasp the base of my cock, lining it up with his hole.

Grunting, I caught his hips. “No.”

He froze, all wide eyes and wobbly lips, his fingers loosening around my shaft.

I sat up, crooning at his cuteness and compliance. Cupping his jaw, I stared into his eyes. “I have to prep you first, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The rejection cleared from his features and another smile—a fucking wrecking ball to my insides—graced his face. “I prepped myself while I was sucking your dick.”

“Such filthy words in this mouth,” I said, pushing my thumb between his lips. He nipped with his teeth, then sucked the flesh deep, rolling his tongue around it.

Leaving my thumb buried in his mouth, I palmed his hip and guided him down.

He sucked in a breath when I pushed past the ring of tight muscle, his teeth biting into my thumb. “Relax, baby. You can take it. Your body was made for mine. “

His head bobbed, and he sank farther, his tight channel stretching and sucking me deep all at once. I groaned, ripping my thumb from his mouth to grab the back of his neck. He whimpered and leaned into the touch, so I tightened my hand around him.

He sank the rest of the way, our bodies meeting with my entire length seated inside him. The soft, smooth skin of his thighs hugged my hips while his palms brushed across my pecs, stopping to pinch my nipples before gliding to my shoulders.

His soft blue gaze dropped to my lips and then back up in a shy request. Heart sputtering, I palmed his back and pulled him down into a searing kiss. His warm breath expelled into me, and I kissed deeper, availing myself of every inch of the silky confines of his mouth. His tongue danced along mine, giving and sweet and far less sharp than when he spoke.

Grabbing my face, he scratched against my beard and started to rock. I grunted, fingers digging deeper into his back and encouraging him to move. After a few exploratory rolls of his hips, he started to bounce, sliding up and down on my shaft.

Our lips parted, and heavy breathing filled the room. He pushed my shoulders, and I lay flat on my back to stare up at him riding me. He was the sexiest person I’d ever seen, sitting atop me with heavy eyes and lax lips. The muscles in his thighs worked as he speared himself again and again while his dick smeared precum across my abs. His waist was so trim that my hands nearly engulfed it when I palmed it and went for the piercing. The diamond shimmered in the pale morning light, and I rolled it between my fingers and gave it a few light tugs.

“Emmett,” he whispered. Then, “Em.”

I thrust up, and he mewled, tumbling forward to lie across my chest. Palming his sides, I held him to me and began thrusting. He mouthed my chest and moaned as I lifted and dropped him onto me over and over.

“Yes,” he chanted. “Yes, yes.”

His bliss spurred me on, and I went deeper, grunting with every thrust. His legs began to tremble, and he reached between our bodies. In a sudden move, I rolled us, his gasp brushing across my neck. Pinning both wrists above his head with one hand, I held him there and drove inside him. His mouth opened, but no sound came out and his face dropped to the side.

Grabbing his chin, I forced his eyes to mine while gentling my pace. “Too much?”

“Not enough.”

Brat. Challenge spiked my blood, and I went at him with renewed lust, grinding him into the mattress with my hips and assaulting his prostate with relentless pursuit. Lifting my arm, I spit into my hand and then wrapped my palm around his weeping dick. He cried out, fingernails digging into the hand pinning his arms.

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