Page 33 of Crossroads

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re going to have a problem.”

My gaze caught hers, and I licked my lips. Her eyes had darkened, her mouth parted, and I shook my head.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“As long as I don’t hurt you either,” she whispered.

We were going to hurt each other, break one another into a thousand pieces. This was our crossroads, our moment where there was no way back, and yet, I couldn’t stop.

I leaned forward and took her mouth with mine, and then there was nothing.

She groaned into me, her tongue sliding along the seam of my lips. I kissed her back, deeply, as my hand went to the back of her neck, tilting her head up for a better angle. This was a hard way to sit with her on one knee, me leaning over, so I pulled her by her hip and tugged her onto my lap. She let out a little squeak before straddling me.

“There you are,” I teased, and I reached the back of her neck again and pulled her down to me.

She tasted of chili and spice and Kiera. I hadn’t kissed a woman in years, hadn’t felt a woman. Hadn’t wanted one. At this moment, I could only think of her. My hands slid up the back of her shirt along bare skin, and I moved her closer, her breasts pressing against the top of my chest.

“Bodhi,” she whispered.

My name on her lips nearly undid me, and I lifted my hips, my cock hard, pressing against the seam of my jeans. She rocked her hips, rubbing against me, and the heat nearly made me come in my pants like a damn teenager. She leaned back then, her mouth swollen, before she put her hands at the bottom of her shirt and froze.

“Is this okay?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes.” There wasn’t another answer I could give.

She pulled off her shirt then, and I realized at that moment she hadn’t been wearing a fucking bra.

No wonder I had been able to see those bars in her nipples so perfectly. Her breasts fell heavy. Her nipples were large, yet tight in a rose colored bud. But the barbells were a perfect contrast, hard against soft, and I leaned forward and took one into my mouth.

She let out a deep moan, her hand tangling in the back in my hair as she pressed me closer to her breast. I used my other hand to play with her free nipple, and she ground against me, panting.

I let go of her nipple with a pop before kissing between her breasts, up her neck, and biting down gently. She continued to writhe in my hold before I paid attention to her other breast, kissing and sucking, until I could feel the heat and wetness of her through her jeans.

“Bodhi. I’m going to⁠—”

“Do so. Now.”

She rubbed against me harder, rocking as I played with her nipples, and then she was coming, her eyes wide, her entire body flushing.

I took her mouth then, wrapping my arms around her, tipping us both. She was on her back on the couch, legs spread, and I kneeled between them with one leg, my other foot firmly planted on the floor. I pulled my shirt off, loving the way that she gasped, before I played with the top seam of her jean shorts.

“More?” I asked.

“I just came from you playing with my nipples while I was practically dry humping you. Yes, please.”

I laughed before undoing the button of her shorts. She tossed her flip-flops off, and I tugged her shorts down along with her panties. When I threw those behind me, I froze, blinking at what I saw.

I knew Kiera had a brow ring, septum ring, and nipple rings, but as I pushed her thighs aside and moved my hand so my thumb could spread her folds, I nearly lost the ability to speak.

“It’s a triangle piercing. You’re going to love it. I promise.”

“I have a barbell at the end of my dick. Is it going to be a problem?” I asked.

Her eyes widened as I met her gaze. “You are such a fucking surprise. It’s not going to be a problem.”

I lifted her up so her pussy was closer to my face and breathed cool air over her.

“Bodhi!” she called out, practically leaning on her forearms at this point.