Page 12 of The Wright Stuff

ALYSSA

“No more ice cream,” I push against Bode’s shoulder and roll with him as he lays out on his back. Me bracketing him now, I whisper against his lips. “I want you for dessert.”

“I’m all yours,” he whispers back with a groan as I trace one hand down his chest, over his six pack torso, then slide my greedy fingers underneath the elastic of his tight boxer briefs.

“Let’s get these off you.” Together we wrestle the offending material off him, and I knee walk back up to his waist once it’s gone. That’s when I finally get a good look at what he’s packing, and holy crap on a cracker, it is beautiful. I have felt what he’s been hiding every night this week during our make out sessions, only letting myself to rub up against his below the belt region through our clothes, because I didn’t trust myself not to get tempted by more. But let me tell you now, the bulge was only advertising a portion of the full jewels.

I brace my hands on the flat plains of his pecs, as Bode holds tight to my hips, and I gently slide my folds over his length. When I feel his tip find my pussy, I press down and feel him stretch me from inside. After I rock up and down on my knees a few times, I finally reach the bottom and I’m filled.

“Fuck,” Bode groans, his eyes flick from where we are joined, then back to my face. “You fit me so good.”

“Fuck me, Bode.”

And he does.

Hands still holding my hips, so tight I have no doubt I’ll be sporting some fingertip size marks on my ass come tomorrow, Bode bends his knees and slams up into me over and over and over.

My arms give out, so I tuck them tight between our chests and let him control what happens next. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant again and again.

“You’re gonna come for me, Alyssa.” Bode pants in my ear. “You’re gonna give me what I want, then I’ll fill this pussy with my cum, and you’ll be my queen forever. Right?”

“Yes,” I cry out as I fall over the edge, crying out his name as my pussy milks his cock for every drop of what he promised me. “Oh, god, yes.”

When our hearts slow down to a more regulated beat, Bode rolls us to the side and he slides out of me. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and holds me tight to his chest. I feel him kiss the top of my head. “I love you, Alyssa.”

Tipping my head back, I gently kiss the underside of his chin and side of his neck. “I love you too, Bode.”

One finger under my chin, he tilts my head a little more so our eyes can meet. “I know it seems too soon, but I can’t hold it back anymore. You’re it for me. You’re my queen and I want to find a way to make this work.”

“I love Hazel too.” I feel a tear roll down my cheek and Bode wipes it away. “I want her to be okay with us being together. Do you think she would want me around more?”

“Oh, love. As long as you give her the love I’ve seen you shower her with this week, our princess will never let you leave,” he sayswith a chuckle as he pulls me in even tighter to his chest. “And neither will I.”

We never did get to eat that last scoop of ice cream, but I don’t care.

EPILOGUE

HAZEL

TWELVE YEARS LATER

“Daaaaad, stop it,” I groan for probably the thirtieth time today.

Why do parents have to be so annoying? Well one of my parents anyway. The XY chromosomes run strong in this house and it’s all our dad’s fault. My mom on the other hand, she’s as cool as can be. I have some friends who absolutely despise their moms, but I wouldn’t trade mine for the world.

My mom isn’t my birth mother, but I never cared. She has never treated me as anything but hers because she chose me when she fell in love with my dad, and I think that’s pretty fricking awesome. She didn’t have to accept me, but she dove into the deep end of parenthood with no floaties on. What started out as her babysitting for me while my dad worked the summer after I just turned four, grew into an instant family that we all needed. She came to visit my aunt the same day as my fourth birthday and never left.

Twelve years and three little brothers later, I’m now sixteen and sitting at the dining room table, getting ready for my junior prom. Mom is curling my hair while shooing all of my brothers and dad away every time they get too close.

Dad says I’m too young to go out with a boy without a chaperone. Mom volleys back that the limo, restaurant, and school gym will be teeming with the parents of several classmates and friends, many of which are people he knows. He tried to sign up to be one of those chaperones, but mom put her foot down and said no. I’d like to think it was the puppy dog eyes I was batting at her that made her side with me, but deep down in my‘eww, I don’t need to know that’brain, I know it was purely selfish on her part.

My brothers are leaving right after I do to spend the night at Auntie Beth and Uncle Michael’s house with the cousins,so mom and dad are getting a very rare kid free evening to themselves.

I don’t know how it is in other homes, but very few of my friend’s parents look at each other like mine do. Their love for one another is a bit mushy at times, but I really hope to find someone who loves me like that one day. It may not be Tristan, my prom date, but maybe it will be, you never know.

But one thing is for certain . . . I can’t wait to find out!

THE END.