Page 46 of Courageous Hearts

Letting their cock go, I do a quick pass on my own, lubing my length and then wiping my hand on the sheet. They tug me in tighter, heels digging against me, and on the first glide of slick cock against slick cock, my eyes nearly roll back in my head.

Yeah. Even better with lube.

Bo meets me thrust for thrust, their legs flexing against my sides as they chase their own pleasure. Their cheeks are already flushed, their blue eyes so very bright and those lips slightly reddened from being chewed. When Bo tilts their chin, seeking me out, I don’t hesitate to press my mouth to theirs. We moan together, move together, a dance as old as time but in a way that’s entirely new to me. I thought, at thirty years old with a fairly healthy sex life, I’d discovered most of what there was to discover. Apparently, the one thing I’d been missing was dick.

Bo’s blunt nails rake across the back of my shoulder blades as they practically claw to pull me closer, and having a decent idea of what they want, I drop my weight more fully on top of them, rutting as hard as I dare and groaning as Bo sucks my lip harshly in approval. They’re all spark and fire, and it reminds me of their performance of “Cell Block Tango.”

I’m getting my wish. Bo’s legs wrapped around me. The full brunt of their attention locked on me, searing me from the inside out.

My cock is like stone between our bodies, so very hard and ready to let loose. The constant friction and counterglide of Bo against me has me ready to blow, but it’s Bo themself that has me teetering on the edge so soon. It’s the way they’re moaning and panting into my mouth and the feel of them clasped, arms and legs, around me. It’s how frantically they’re moving, how I can tell exactly how turned on they are, too. How close to coming undone.

I want to get them there first. I want to know I’m doing this right.

“What do you need?” I ask, pulling back from Bo’s mouth long enough to ask the question. I don’t stop my movements, though.

They look up at me, lips shiny, the apples of their cheeks bright against their pale skin and that little nose piercing glinting in the morning light. “Bite me,” they say.

I freeze for all of two seconds before the words register. They mean literally. Bite them.

Oh God, yes.

“You’re sure?” I ask, holding tight to their thigh as I fuck against them.

Bo nods quickly.

“Where?” I ask, even though I’m already in motion, lips skimming down their neck.

The idea of marking them is making me damn near feral. Everyone would know they’re taken. I want that. I want to make them mine.

“Anywhere, Jamie,” Bo pants. “Just bite m—”

Bo gasps as I clamp my teeth around the fleshy base of their neck, and the next moment, their body locks up tight and their release spreads in hot gushes between us.

I groan, my “Fuuuck” getting lost against Bo’s skin as my balls draw up tight and I unload all over our stomachs, adding to the mess there. I continue rolling my hips lazily, cock jerking a couple times with aftershocks as Bo’s breath rushes past my ear.

Finally, once I’m certain my circuits have stopped going haywire, I release my teeth from Bo’s neck, nearly wincing at the perfect dental impression I left in their skin. But when I catch their eye, seeing the satisfaction there, the languid, almost sleepy haze, I don’t feel quite so guilty.

Regardless, I press a soft, apologetic kiss to the mark before leaning up on my elbows. “That’s going to bruise.”

Bo smiles softly, blinking up at me. “’S’fine. I have coverup.”

Chuckling, I shake my head, and Bo gives me a grin.

“So, rutting. Pretty neat,” I note.

Bo laughs, and the sound fills my chest with warmth. “Just wait ’til we fuck,” they say.

Oh God.

Groaning, I hide my face back against Bo’s neck. “I don’t think I’m going to survive you,” I mutter.

Bo runs their hands over my back soothingly. “You’ll manage.”

I’m definitely up for the challenge, that’s for sure.

“We should prob’ly talk about test results, too,” Bo says. “’Cause at some point, I’d really like to have that beast of yours down my throat.”

I still, my mind conjuring up a dozen enticing mental images, my cock making a valiant attempt to rally, and Bo rumbles with laughter like they know exactly what I’m thinking. They should. They put the idea in my head.

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