Too late. He jerked on my shorts, sending the little button there flying. These shorts were expensive—I liked beautiful clothes, which was why Audrey always raided my closet—but I really didn’t care if he shredded them off my body anymore. I lifted my hips, smiling as he muttered a curse. I hadn’t expected us to end up in this position, but I’d still put on a matching lace bra and panty set. Maybe I had just hoped.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, eyes meeting mine as he grabbed my thong in one huge fist.
“What are you-” I didn’t get to finish. I yelped when he tore my panties right off. I’d started this and I wanted some biting and hair pulling, I also knew instinctively that he wasn’t going to hurt me. He was giving me a little bit of roughness in a way that wasn’t going to put a mark on my body. It was exciting. I was breathing hard, watching his eyes trail back down my body.
He was still fully clothed, though his shirt was torn open to the waist, and I was completely naked. I didn’t feel vulnerable.I wanted to stretch and purr, because the look on his face definitely let me know he liked what he saw. And I wanted him to. Because it wasn’t going to be long before my body started changing in a big way. I already had a small bump, but Bolo didn’t seem to mind it.
He shoved off the bed and I watched as he undressed completely. My eyes roamed over flexing muscle as he shoved his clothes off as fast as he could. He turned to set his cut down on the dresser and I got an eyeful of a world class ass. The man was built like a statue. Well, except in the front. I’d never really been impressed with what those statues rocked between their legs. Bolo was…proportionate. And considering how big the rest of him was, it meant I wasn’t going to complain about a thing.
I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling as he buried his face between my thighs. He'd already asked my permission and I’d given it. He wasn’t going to ask again. He was just going to...consume. I moaned as his hot mouth moved over me. His beard rubbed the inside of my thighs.
“You smell good,” he mumbled against my skin. “Taste even fucking better.” He lightly bit my clit and I let out a cry, arching up as he chuckled.
I reached down to grab a handful of his hair as he settled in and proceeded to eat my pussy like he was dying for it. He licked me like I was a dripping ice cream cone, teasing my clit and dipping his tongue into my core. This was a man who enjoyed doing this. He wasn’t only eating me out to get the job done, he was taking immense pleasure in the act. And who was I to take that from him?
Tightening my hands in his hair, I arched my hips and rocked against his mouth. I could feel my orgasm building and I let it take me, moaning loudly as I went over the edge. He’d made me come faster than I ever had before. Well, except maybe the previous night we spent together. But really, I didn’t remembermuch of it, so I wasn’t going to count it. This time, we weren’t drunk. We were both fully aware of what we were doing to each other. Pleasure rolled through me as he worked me over like he understood every inch of me.
“That’s it,” he praised as I lost control of my body.
I was spiraling, letting the bliss take me.
But he wasn’t done with me. Not yet. His fingers moved in to join the mix. He stroked my core as his tongue circled my clit. Two of his thick fingers. It wasn’t enough, I was hungry for more, but he was taking his time. He was driving me crazy, keeping me at the edge, suspended at the top of the mountain as he drove me crazy with his talented mouth.
He began nipping my inner thighs in between taking slow licks of my pussy. It made me clench and writhe under him. “I could stay here all day. Forever,” he growled, bright blue eyes meeting mine. His fingers were still teasing me.
I panted, unable to find words, my body too full of need to respond to his comment. He gave me a smug smile that ended with a deep satisfied chuckle. He liked that he was reducing me to a useless puddle of need below him. I really didn’t mind so much either, but I was starting to get antsy from the urge to come.
Then he bit me again and I whimpered. But it turned into a moan when his tongue soothed away the hurt. It was like he was plucking every fantasy straight out of my head. We were so well suited to each other. The anger that had driven me to taunt him into this was gone, replaced by a wild passion that was growing by the second. I wanted him.Neededhim to fuck me. To make me his in a way I’d wanted since he’d walked into my office that day at the firehouse.
That feeling was growing in me and I arched up as he drove his fingers inside me. Letting out a sharp gasp, I struggled to breathe as the ecstasy cascaded over me. This was whatI needed. To be filled. Taken. Cherished. This wasn’t some stranger who only cared about his own end game. Bolo was working hard to blow my mind. To give me the orgasms I so desperately craved, and even more importantly, the release that would allow all the worry and bottled-up emotions stuck inside me to be freed.
He seemed to realize I needed this in order to let go. His other hand gripped my thigh tightly as he pushed my leg up and bit the tender skin where my leg met my body. Then he finally made the move I’d been waiting for. He shifted up, settling his hips between my legs, making sure to keep his body weight off of me.
“Oh my God!” I cried, arching up as he thrust into me, driving his hard length home. The man wasn’t little anywhere, but he’d so thoroughly prepared me that I came hard, my body clamping down on his and holding him tightly as I rocked beneath him. I was crying out, sobbing with the climax, unable to help myself as he gave me exactly what I needed, physically and emotionally.
When the shudders subsided I went limp beneath him. But he didn’t give me a break. He didn’t seem worried about the tears streaming down my face as he wiped them away even though he checked in on me. “You okay?”
“Yeah. That was just…intense,” I panted.
He grinned. “Ready for more?”
“More?” I squeaked.
He’d pinned my arms over my head when I’d pressed them against his chest. “More. Again,” he demanded as he started moving, pounding into me.
I shook my head, eyes wide, my pussy already overly sensitized and ready for a break. Even as I thought I needed a time out, my body responded to him, building back up as he demanded more from me. I knew if I didn’t get it, I wouldexplode and lose my mind. I’d been denying myself for too long now and I needed that next release, craved it like my next breath.
“Bolo, please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was asking him to stop or keep going. He wasn’t planning to stop. There was determination written all over his face as he began fucking me again.
“You can come again, I know it,” he told me, eyes burning as he stared at me, a feral grin on his lips. He looked so satisfied. So sure of himself. I knew he was right. And I was too turned on, too desperate to deny it. He had me so far up the mountain already. I was too close to the peak again and I knew it wouldn’t take much.
Bolo was making me see stars in a way I hadn’t in a long time. “Oh, I’m-” I didn’t finish my sentence as he bent his head and kissed me as an orgasm exploded through me again. He rode me through it and as the bliss began to recede he let go of his control and drove himself deep, his hips moving fast and hard as he lost himself in the act.
His deep, satisfied groan made me smile as we kissed. This had been exactly what I’d hoped for, a man who cared enough to take care of my needs, and drove himself half wild doing it. He was everything I wanted. I just hoped he wasn’t going to end up disappointing me.
CHAPTER 23
Bolo
