Page 102 of Three Pucking Words
Picturing him holding a baby version of Gemma almost does my ovaries in, and I squirm a little at the thought.
Bodhi studies me, and his eyes darken at whatever he must read on my face. “What are you thinking about?”
I should lie. Tell him nothing. Tell him I need to get up and brush my teeth. But I don’t. “I’m picturing you holding a baby,” I admit, almost breathlessly as the fingers cupping my neck flex.
His breath radiates off my face, becoming a little heavier. “Yeah?”
Slowly, I nod. “Yeah.” It sounds breathless as we move closer to one another, and I feel his steel length pressing against me the same moment his nose grazes mine.
It sparks something deep inside me that I’ve ignored for a long time. “Bodhi,” I whisper, arching my hips into him until he groans.
Before I know it, I’m on my back with Bodhi hovering over me. “We shouldn’t do this,” he says, his lips dangerously close to mine.
But my insides are screaming“yes we can!”enthusiastically as my legs open to give his body access between them. “Is this the part where you tell me we need to wait until after three dates?”
His face drops to the crook of my neck, nipping the spot above my pulse and making me gasp as his tongue drags across it. “No,” he replies against my skin. It sounds almost like a groan as he grinds himself against me in the perfect spot, sending heat shooting through my limbs. “This is the part where I tell you that I have no lock on the door and a very impatient little girl who has a tendency to barge in.”
Oh god. “We should stop then,” I say breathlessly, moving against him. The seam of the borrowed shorts rubs me in the right way as he creates a perfect amount of friction with each movement.
“We should,” he agrees, not actively making an effort to stop at all.
His lips move over mine, hovering a fraction of an inch and staying there as I moan softly over the feeling building in my lower stomach. I feel like a teenager, experimenting with my first boyfriend again.
“B-Bodhi,” I say in a choked voice, my eyes closing as I arch my hips up to feel him slide across me. Even with clothes on, this feels better than what I’m used to.
He still doesn’t kiss me. “I know, honey.” I feel his breath against my lips and want so badly for his mouth on mine. For him to touch me. For him to beinsideof me.
My arms wrap around his neck to hold on, and he moves my legs to wrap around his waist, keeping his firm grip on one of my thighs as his hips pick up the pace.
“Jesus,” he grunts, his eyes watching mine as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you, Honor. If Gemma weren’t here, you’d be naked and writhing as I ate your pussy. You’d be begging me to stop.”
An overwhelming amount of heat spreads through my body at his dirty talk and it’s almost too much. “I wouldn’t,” I tell him, shaking my head. “I wouldn’t tell you to stop.”
“You’d want me to keep going?” he asks, voice sounding gruff and sharp. “You’d want me to keep making you come, honey?”
I nod, tightening my arms around him as hot, tingling sensations shoot down my spine. “Yes.”
The rhythm I try keeping with him starts to become rocky, so he grabs my other hip and holds me still as he grinds into me. “Would you let me come inside of you? Let me mark you? Let me make you mine? Because that’s what I want, Honor. I want your cunt full of me.”
My eyes roll in the back of my head as the orgasm takes over, and only then does Bodhi’s mouth cover mine to swallow the sounds I make as I burst into millions of little pieces.
“That’s it, honey,” he coaxes, pecking me again as my body comes down from the high. “If I thought you were beautiful before, it’s nothing compared to watching you come.”
It isn’t until a few moments later when I realize that he just got me off fromdry humping. I’m not sure I’ve ever been able to do that before. When was the last time I came without using my hand or a toy?
“I’ve never… It’s been…” There are no words to describe what I’m feeling right now. Buzzed. Happy. Sated. Horny.
He caresses my bottom lip. “It’s okay. I’ve got you from now on.”
His words are gentle. Warm. Welcoming.
“What about you?” I ask, reaching down to brush my hand against him.
He moves my palm over a damp spot on his shorts. “You took care of it already.”
Oh my God.He came in his underwear.
“It’s been a long time,” he admits, almost sheepishly when I make no effort to say something. “And you were so fucking gorgeous coming undone. The thought of coming inside you… Yeah. I can’t fucking wait to do that.”
