Page 107 of Tied Over

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I growled at him. “Would you please just attack me already?”

“So aggressive.”

I huffed out a frustrated breath.

“Fine,” he said indulgently. “I guess I can do you a favor.”

I gasped, and he snorted out a laugh, then dropped down onto the bed and crawled over me, taking my mouth in a kiss that made me moan with happiness.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked between kisses.

“Yes, thanks, you’re very good to me.”

“Just wait.”

I slipped my good arm around his back, holding him to me, keeping us together.

It was endless, his lips on mine, devouring mine, owning mine. I belonged there, with him, to him, and things settled deep inside me because this was us at home in our life. He was in my bed, my room, that was now our bed, our room. I needed these assurances to feel the change, and now I had them.

Lifting up, he climbed over me slowly, sensuously, moving like he was boneless until he was sitting with his ass pressed to my groin, straddling my hips. “You want me,” he said, staring down into my eyes.

“Yes,” I murmured as he slid forward and back, one hand pressed to my chest. And it was still a bit tender there, but not enough to make me want him to stop. “Could you have me already?”

When he lifted his leg and rolled sideways, I was going to protest, but immediately, he started shucking out of his clothes.

I did the same with the sweats and briefs I’d changed into, getting them off each hip and then shoving them down and off. I got stuck on the T-shirt, and he was chuckling as he untangled me, the sound so carnal, my cock instantly took notice.

“You’re so beautiful, Jed,” he said hoarsely, his voice thick.

“You have that backward,” I assured him, hooking my hand around the back of his neck to pull him down to me for another kiss.

His tongue opened my lips and swept inside as he wrapped a hand around my length, gently but firmly stroking me from balls to head.

“Oh, Jed, please,” he husked, his breath warm on my face as he spoke, taking both his cock and mine in hand, stroking us together.

I realized that five years of yearning were about to culminate in absolute combustion, because just looking at him, the desire crystal clear in his eyes, was going to make me come.

“I’m all yours,” I told him, “but please don’t think I’m bad in bed just because I’m not going to last this very first time when you touch me.”

“Same,” he agreed, and kissed me again, hungrily, his hand making me writhe in his grip, and combined with the counterpoint of his cock, hot, pressing against mine, was too much. I came hard, bucking forward, my body contorting like a spasm, holding there, everything drawn so tight in that moment when I gushed in his hand.

With anyone else, there would have been a moment of embarrassment that hot kisses and a handjob would take me over the edge so quickly, but this was Bodhi, who laughed softly into my hair and then bent down to taste it, both of us, together. He licked the head of my cock, and a full-body shiver instantly followed.

“It had to be like that. No way either of us would’ve lasted with the buildup,” he said before taking my mouth.

I tasted myself in his mouth, and him, and wanted it all, rolling him over to his back so I could lie over him and kiss him at my leisure. He was trembling under me, absolutely thrumming with need, and I understood in that moment that what we wanted and needed in bed had never been certain until we were actually there.

I broke the fevered kiss and spoke into his ear. “I think you want me inside.”

“I’ve never,” he said, and his breath catching, his legs clutching my thighs, his hands gripping my shoulder and hip tightly, all told me more than his words.

“I know,” I said, feeling his rock-hard cock against my abdomen. “There’s lube in the nightstand. I’m going to lift off you, and you get it and pass it to me.”

His gaze was clouded with passion I’d never expected to see and now I would need for the rest of my life. I was addicted that fast.

Bodhi said, “If I need you to stop—”

“Then we’ll stop,” I promised, lifting off him, rolling sideways, feeling the hot, sticky cum drying between us. “It’s me. You don’t keep things from me.”