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“You’re in his clothes.”
“Is that a problem?”
“The only problem I’ve got is that you’re still wearing too many clothes.”
“Hardly,” I snort. “All I’ve got left are these sweats and underwear.”
“Your underwear?” he demands. I blush and shake my head. “Cove’s underwear? You’re kidding me, right? I have got to see this.”
“Bhodi!” I complain, but he’s already pushing me off his lap and onto my feet. Before I can protest, he’s tugging down the elasticated waistband of Cove’s joggers and gaping at me.
“Holy shit.” He gawks at me. “That’s seriously fucking hot.”
“What?”
“It’s hot. Sexy.”
“Me…wearing another man’s boxer shorts is sexy?”
“That’s cute. We call them boxer briefs here.”
“Whatever.”
“And yes, it’s sexy. Because I’m going to play with you and you’re going to keep these on. I’ll make you come all over them, and I’ll make sure he knows it when you give them back to him too. His face will be a picture.”
Oh my god, I’m mortified by his words. And maybe more than a little turned on too. That’s it; all the evidence needed that there’s something seriously wrong with me.
“Take them off,” Bhodi instructs, nodding to the sweatpants which are around my knees. His tone is one not to be argued with, but it’s the heat in his gaze that has me scrambling to comply. The way Bhodi’s looking at me…I’d do anything to be looked at like that more often.
I kick the joggers away and nervously stand before him. He doesn’t say a word and with each passing beat of silence, I get more nervous and fidgety. Just as I’m raising my arms to cover my breasts, Bhodi reaches out and grabs both my wrists, stopping me.
“You’re exquisite, Malia. Don’t hide from me.”
I flush with pride this time and let him have his fill until he pulls me back onto his lap, securing my wrists behind my back in one of his hands. Like this, my breasts are pushed forward, and with my knees spread wide over his thigh thighs, my sex pulses against the thin jersey material of the boxers.
“You’re still fully dressed,” I whisper, swallowing nervously.
“Easily rectified.” He uses his free hand to remove his shirt and tosses it out of sight. There must be clothes littering the lounge, and I’m not looking forward to having to look for them all lat—
“Ah!” I gasp as Bhodi leans forward and takes one of my nipples between his teeth. It doesn’t hurt, it’s more the shock that made me cry out. He bites down gently, toying with the hard little bud and stroking it with his tongue. My head falls back on a long, pleasurable groan.
It feelssogood.
I long to touch him and return the pleasure, want to run my hands all over his broad shoulders and trace the lines of his tattoos with my keen fingertips, but no matter how much I squirm in his lap, he doesn’t let my wrists go.
“Keep still, little dot. You’re gonna make me come in my pants if you keep writhing on my dick like that.”
How am I supposed to keep still when every pass of his tongue and clench of his teeth is a hotline straight between my thighs? I flex my hips against him, desperately seeking more friction to relieve the ache between my legs.
Bhodi slips his right hand down between our bodies and finds the wet patch I was praying was invisible. He teases me, slowly rubbing back and forth.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, little dot. You’re gonna feel so tight and tiny wrapped around my dick.”
“Please,” I mewl.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
