Page 50 of Crossroads

“I want to learn everything about you, Kiera,” he whispered.

We both froze, the admission far too honest between us. So I smirked, not wanting to break the moment.

“Well, you'd better get me naked and learn a lot more about my pussy.”

His gaze searched mine before he smirked and let go of my wrists. I rolled my shoulders, and before I could think, he picked me up by my hips and tossed me in the air. I yelped, then found myself over his shoulder in a fireman carry as he stomped toward his bedroom.

Laughing, I tried to wiggle down, but he smacked my ass, keeping me in place. When he tossed me on the bed, I kept giggling, but then I couldn’t think. Instead, he undid my jean shorts and pulled them down off my legs. I lifted my ass so he could have easier access, but I didn’t need to do much. He was so damn strong that he could handle me with ease. I quickly took off my shirt and bra, since they were already askew, and found myself naked at the edge of the bed. He just smiled at me, leaned down, and slid one thumb over my cunt.

“Already so wet for me. I bet I could slide my cock right inside you, and you’d be drenched. Already horny for me.”

“And?” I asked as I moved my hand down to cover his. He pinched my clit, and my eyes widened, my hips thrusting closer.

“Such an eager rock star,” he teased.

Then he pulled off his shirt, leaving his chest bare for me. My gaze went straight to his scars, but instead of pulling away like I usually did because I knew it hurt him, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the burn scars on his side. He sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away as I left a trail of kisses down his side, over the burns, and then through the tattoos that he had laced through them. Tears threatened because I knew this must have hurt him. Not just the physical pain, but everything that it represented. But I continued to kiss, to press my lips against the hard ridges, not knowing if he could feel them. And when I looked up at him, he stared at me, his hands slowly sliding through my hair.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said softly.

“I want to.”

He nodded then, before undoing the button on his jeans.

I smiled, knowing that he needed the space, that if I continued to care for him in that way, we would both break. So I slid down his zipper and pulled him out of his boxer briefs. He groaned, fisting my hair in his hand. He tapped the tip of his cock against my lips, and my tongue darted out, seizing the piercing. He groaned and slid his thumb along my jaw.

“Open for me. I’ll be gentle.”

“As long as you protect my teeth, you don’t have to be too gentle,” I said with a laugh.

His gaze narrowed, and I opened my mouth, letting him slide his thick cock along my tongue. He moved slowly, thrusting in and out of my mouth, and I hollowed my cheeks, letting him take control. When his cock touched the back of my throat, the piercing cold, I knew he was being oh so gentle. Then he pushed a little bit more, and my eyes watered, and I gagged slightly.

“You can take all of me, breathe through your nose and swallow.”

I looked up at him then, tears sliding down my face, as I swallowed hard and took all of him down my throat. My nose pressed against the base of his cock, the coarse hair there framing my face, as I tried to take a breath and found myself far too full. And then he was sliding out of me but not going hard and fast like I knew he wanted. He was being gentle, even as he took me to the limit. I put both hands on his thighs, letting him take control as he fucked my face, my breath quickening. But then he pulled away and shoved me to my feet. When he crushed his mouth to mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck, needing more.

I lifted one leg, grinding against him. My pussy, wet against his damp cock, and he groaned against my mouth. Then I found myself on my back at the edge of the bed, my thighs wrapped around his shoulders, and his face buried against my pussy. He lapped at my triangle piercing, the sensations racking my body as he used that very talented tongue against my nerve endings. I could barely think, could barely breathe, but then he speared me with two fingers, his mouth still on me as he continued to eat me out. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as he sucked on my clit, and then scraped his fingers inside me right along that bundle of nerves. I nearly shot off the bed, my toes curling as I came. I knew I had to be making a sound, but all I could hear was the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me, the wetness nearly embarrassing, but I couldn’t think.

“You taste so fucking good. Look at you. Look at what you’ve done to my face. I’m fucking drenched.” I did as he ordered, and my eyes widened at the glistening in his beard. He licked his lips and then took his forearm against his face, wiping away the evidence of my arousal.

“You’re like a full-course meal, Kiera. I’m never going to get enough of you.”

At those words, my heart clicked. But then, before I could look into his eyes, to wonder what he meant by that, he took me by the hips and twisted me. I found myself on my stomach. My breasts pressed against the comforter as he lifted my hips and slammed home before I could let out a breath.

I gasped, his cock stretching me to the point of near pain, as he slid back out of me and slammed back in once more. My toes could barely reach the ground, but I arched my back, meeting him thrust for thrust in every way possible. He licked up my spine, bit down on my shoulder, as he thrust in and out of me. The wet and sucking sounds filled the room.

“Kiera. So fucking tight.”

“More, Bodhi. Please.”

He kept pushing, kept moving, and I couldn’t think. And when his middle finger slid over my clit, I was lost. My pussy clamped around his finger, my entire body shaking from exertion, before he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back. Before I could cry at the loss of him, he slid back home and continued to move in and out of me. There was no talking, no thinking, just heavy breaths and the sound of flesh against flesh. I felt so full. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to come again. But then he was slamming into me so hard, my brain stuttered, and I came. I thought I was maybe calling his name, but the salty taste of my own tears on my tongue took those thoughts away. But then he was coming, too, his face buried in my neck as he whispered my name, and I held onto him, my fingernails digging into his skin. He filled me, his cum hot as he continued to work his hips, coming for so long I was afraid we were both going to run out of breath. And then I was holding him, and there were no more words.

This was a problem. I knew it. But I didn’t care. I just held on to Bodhi. And pretended I hadn’t whispered the words I promised I never would.

I love you.

Chapter 15

KIERA