“They don’t need my help yet,” I grumble.
“’Yet’ means they will, though.”
“Probably.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Fine, Reina said they will.”
“Are any of the other recruits helping?”
“You know, I liked you better when you weren’t being sensible.”
“When haven’t I been sensible?” he asks, and since I’m feeling extra mature right now, I stick my tongue out at him.
“When you buried your mouth between my legs this morning.”
“Oh honey, that was when I was being my most sensible.”
I groan, because not only am I not being allowed to have a pity party of one, but now I’m getting even more turned on. His paint splattered chest was already doing it for me, but talk of his oral skills makes me squirm. I know he notices, because he places his plate and bottle on the floor, and swipes a thumb over his mouth.
“You didn’t finish that last sandwich.”
“I know it’s a cliché to say it, but I’m going to anyway; I’m ready for dessert, Harlow.”
Oh God, yes please. “What about your massage, and the paint?”
“Both can wait.”
“O-okay,” I say, my voice shaky with desire. His eyes darken until they’re almost black, and he’s on his knees in front of me faster than I thought a human could move.
“You might get a little bit of paint on you,” he warns, as he undoes my pants. I lift my hips, and watch as he pulls them down, sliding off my heels, and tossing everything over his shoulder. “Low?”
“Huh?” I ask, my brain already foggy, and he hasn’t even put his mouth on me yet.
“Paint? Is that okay?”
I think of some of his paint getting on me, and it makes my pussy even wetter. “Yes.”
“Take your shirt off for me?”
I nod, removing it, and tossing it in the direction of my pants. I’m just in my bra and thong right now, both plum colored lace, and neither consisting of much fabric. Bodhi looks me over, and then looks me in the eye.
“You get more beautiful every time I unwrap you. I love your mind, and heart, but your body…I can’t get enough of your body.”
“It’s yours.”
He kisses me hard, unclasping my bra to caress my breasts, making me move my hips, seeking friction and release. “Don’t try to get ahead of me,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me again, and sliding his hands down to the lace that’s covering me.
He moves his hands around to my ass and squeezes, before lifting me a little. I would’ve done it for him, but I like knowing he’s just going to do whatever he needs to do to get that last piece of clothing off me. With one hand around my waist to hold me up, he uses the other to pull my thong off, and down my legs.
“Lean back, and relax.”
“Relax?”
“Or hold on like your life depends on it. Either way, I’ve got you.”
I settle back on the couch, opening my legs even wider as he starts to kiss my thighs. He moves back and forth, up and down each one, biting and sucking some more, but also driving me crazy. I fight the urge to just pull his head to where I need it, because I know he’s going to get there when he’s ready, but I do move my hips up.
His eyes move up to mine, and he smiles, keeping that eye contact as he lowers his mouth. He watches me as he takes his first lick, and I feel my orgasm already building. “Please.”
He moves his head, and his entire mouth is on me now. I miss having his eyes, but not enough to care once he starts feasting on me. It’s all about his mouth right now, with his hands back on my ass. His tongue licks me side to side, and up and down my labia, parting my lips as he goes.
When he gets to my clit, he slows and darts his tongue out to flick it gently with just the tip, and I whimper. It’s not enough, but it’s also almost too much. He knows it, and lets his fingers drift under and inside of me. I arch, and I know he can feel how close I am as I start to ride his hand, while his tongue presses down on that little bundle of ecstasy.
Working both in tandem, he’s driving me to the brink, and when he smiles against me, I’m sure he knows it. He doesn’t change his speed, but his hand on my ass slides between my cheeks. When his fingers find the puckered ring back there, and glide over it again and again, I don’t even try to hold back.
I come harder than I’ve ever come before in my life. I grab onto his shoulders, holding on as he rides me through wave after wave. Once I’ve collapsed back onto the cushions, he looks me in the eye again.
“I love your taste, Low. I’ve been craving it all day, and I need it again.”
“Again?”
“Yes, again.”
“I don’t know if I’ll survive it.”
“You will.”
“Let me suck you first. I know you want it.”
He hasn’t asked, or demanded it, but I know he wants it. What guy doesn’t want a blowjob? Plus, I did promise him one.
“Not going to deny it, but I need my mouth on you again, too.”
I lean forward, and reach for his jeans. “Help me take these off, and then we’ll both put our mouths to better uses than talking.”
“I love talking with you, Low, but yeah, let’s do this.”
Once he’s as naked as me, he pulls me forward, turning and lifting me over him as he lies on his back on the floor. “Don’t you want to be on the couch? It’s more comfortable, and your back is already sore.”
“Your mouth on my cock is going to drive me crazy, and there’s a good chance I would roll us both off the couch, so no.”
“I hope I live up to your expectations.”
“You’re going to suck me into your mouth, so expectations met right there already, my beautiful girl.”
I lean down and do as he said. His hips fly off the ground, and he yells out a combination of my name and curse words. I don’t know when he’s going to put his mouth back on me, but right now, I don’t care. Doing this to him is turning me on so much, I might come without his help.
“You like it. I can see your pussy glistening for me.”
I moan in response, not willing to stop sliding my mouth up and down his length. I love the taste of the little drops of cum I’ve started to lick off his crown when I dart my tongue out. My hands pump his base, and play with his balls, making him moan.
And then he pulls me down to his mouth, and thoroughly licks me from my mound to my pussy, darting his tongue inside of me. I suck him harder as he works me over, and he jerks up into me. I know he’s close and holding back to wait for me, but I’m not going to let him do that.
Sliding my finger behind his balls, I rub him there, and he goes off like a rocket, fucking my mouth. I keep a hand around his base so he won’t choke me, but I welcome his cum down my throat as it shoots into my mouth.
“Low! Oh God. Fuck! Oh God.”
He slumps back as he slips from my mouth, and I start to climb off him. He grips my hips and rolls us so he’s on top now. He’s not slow or gentle this time as he bites and sucks me to another screaming orgasm. I’m still coming when he thrusts into me. I don’t know how he got hard again so fast, but I’m not questioning it as one orgasm leads into another.
“Bodhi!”
“Squeeze my cock, just like that. I love your pussy. I love your mouth. I love you, Harlow. God, I love you so much.”
He can’t mean it. It’s just the sex. I know it’s just the sex, so instead of saying anything in repsonse, I pull his mouth down to mine and kiss him. I can taste myself as our tongues meet, and I know he’s tasting himself on my tongue as well. It’s more erotic than I expected it to be, and I’m close to coming again as he slams into me over and over again.
“Damn Low,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine as he stiffens, and comes inside of me. “You’re just so damn perfect, my love.”
His words push me over again, and I say the words I held back earlier. “I love you, Bo.”
12
Bodhi
Harlow says the words I longed to hear, but she looks troubled, and that scares me. I kiss her softly, and lift her off the floor. Once she’s settled on my lap back on the couch, I end the kiss, and look at her.
“You didn’t have to say it back if you don’t mean it.”
“I was afraid it was just the sex, and you didn’t mean it.”
“I mean it. I’ve been denying it, because this is new for us, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying it. I love you.”
“I love you, too. I couldn’t stop it, either.”
“Sorry I didn’t pick a better time.”
“You being balls deep inside of me is always a good time.”
I laugh at the double entendre. “I hope it’s better than good.”
“Hmm, we’ll have to do it again so I can be sure.”
“The four times you just came weren’t enough?”
“Do you want them to be?”
“Hell no!”
“Then stop complaining.”
“I wasn’t complaining, I was pointing out my sexual prowess.”
“You are a sex god.”
“You inspire me.”
“Speaking of inspired, we both need a little cleaning up now,” she says, looking down at the streaks of paint on her thighs and torso.
“I warned you.”
“I wouldn’t have stopped you for anything.”
“Which I appreciate, because it would’ve been damn hard to stop.”
“What’s the plan for the paint?”
“Baby oil.”
“Be serious.”
“Oh, I am.” She looks thoughtful for a moment, and then she laughs. “Something you’d like to share?”
“Candi Griffin always gets a secretive smile on her face when anyone mentions baby oil. It doesn’t come up often, except when someone is talking about using it on their baby, or kid, but it happens from time to time. She’s always refused to tell us why she’s smiling like she’s got the best secret in the world. Now, it all makes sense.”
“Um, that’s cool, but I don’t want to think about Owen naked and oiled up, although I’m sure he has been. Ugh, now I’m thinking about it!”
She puts my hand on her tit, and reaches beneath her to stroke my dick, and I’m back on track again. “Better?”
“Oh yeah.”
“We should probably go in the bathroom, since this is bound to get messy.”
It sure is. Messy, and hot. I have other plans for where it’s going to go down, though, and I can only hope she’s onboard. “You know I have an outside shower here.” It’s walled in, but open to the sky.
“I-I’ve seen it from my apartment before. What if someone sees us?”
“They’d have to be looking out their window, and down towards the pool.”
“It could happen,” she says, and I hear something in her voice.
“Would you like that, Low?” I ask, playing with her nipple.
“Not to be seen exactly, but the thought of it…I think I like knowing we might get caught.”
I think it’s more than that, but I’ll let it go for now. If she shows more of an interest later, I’ll ask Calum for advice, since he owns sex clubs around the world. I stand up, and set her on her feet, taking her hand to walk her into my bathroom for the supplies we’ll need.
“You’re not going to carry me?” she asks, pushing out her bottom lip.
“I’m not sure I could right now, but don’t pout; I’ll be back to carrying you once I take care of myself.”
“Oh! I can’t believe I forgot about your back for a moment. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like it that you expect me to keep you in my arms. I want you to realize my new mission in life is to take care of you.”
“It’s a good mission, but I’m going to take care of you, too,” she tells me, reaching for the towels and baby oil in my hands.
“I can carry these.”
She waves a hand at me like I’m being ridiculous, and grabs it all from my arms. “Your poor arms have been overworked today.”
“It’s so cute how obsessed you are. Maybe I should start working out more, and bulk up.”
“No! I love them just how they are, all lean muscles and sexiness.”
I laugh, and put an arm around her shoulder as we head outside. “Whatever makes you happy, even if it’s just my arms.”
“It’s all of you, Bodhi,” she says softly, turning to look at me. “I know I talk about your arms a lot, but they’re just a part of the man I love.”
I pull her to me, crushing the supplies between us as I pour everything I have into the kiss I give her. “I love all of your wonderful parts, too.”
Taking everything from her arms, I set the towels on the warming tower, and turn it on. It’s a little chilly out, but I know we’ll both be hot in a matter of minutes. After turning on the shower, I make sure Harlow’s watching me as I pour some oil on my hands, rub them together, then hold them under the water to rinse them off. The paint swirls from my hands and down the drain.
“Rub, and rinse. Got it.”
“You’ll have to rub again with a towel, because sometimes hands aren’t enough.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
I shake my head, picking the bottle back up to squeeze oil into her hands. I force myself to stand still as she runs her hands over my pecs, ribs, and abs. It’s torture, but I know I’ll have my turn soon, and then I’ll have Harlow against one of these outdoor walls. Whoever said patience is a virtue never had this woman touching them, but I vow to behave.
“Move under the water,” she tells me, and I comply.
There’s no way she could miss my erection, but she’s kind enough to keep away from it for the moment. I clench my fists as she rinses all the oil, and most of the paint off, hoping my dick listens to orders, and doesn’t shoot off like a rocket.
“I think I need to use the towels to get the rest off of you.”
I grunt, and move out of the water. “Do it.”
“Such a good patient.”
“Patient? I’m not injured.”
“But you’re in pain,” she says, taking her gaze below my waist.
“Someone’s looking for a spanking.”
Her head whips up, and she licks her lips, although she looks a little scared, sending off warning bells in my head. “Just with your hand, okay?”
“I wouldn’t touch you with anything else. Has someone hurt you before?”
“We’re supposed to be having sexy times right now,” she tells me with a sigh.
“Tell me.”
“The short version is that I got involved in hardcore BDSM, although I didn’t enjoy it.”
Um, okay. “And the long version?”
“Is for after you give me another orgasm. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“I got it all off, I think,” she says, turning shy all of a sudden. That’s not going to work.
I take the towel from her, grab the oil, and drop to my knees. After drying her off, I start rubbing the oil over the paint on her. If I accidentally circle her nipples a few times, and slip my fingers over her clit, well, it’s not really an accident. I push her back under the water, and follow my fingers with my mouth as I clean her up. I want to take her now, but I need to get the rest of the paint off her body. I normally wouldn’t mind starting this all over again, but the tightness in my shoulders is returning, and I don’t want anything to distract me from fucking my woman properly.
Once she’s dried off, and the paint’s all gone, I stand and turn her to the wall underneath the shower head. Angling it down so it runs over her ass, I give it a hard smack. She cries out, but there’s more pleasure than pain in her voice, so I do it again on the other side. Caressing and kissing the red globes, I angle her where I need her.
“You okay, Low?”
“Yes. I need you.”
I need her, too, and so I thrust into her hard, then stop. I don’t want to move yet, because it
feels so good to be filling her up like this. She reaches back and pulls my mouth to hers, kissing me to let me know she feels it, too. Once I start to move, she moves with me. I don’t know where I stop, and she starts, because we’re just that close. Both physically, and emotionally. This time, I take her slow and long, prolonging both of our releases. When we finally come, we do it together, with quiet sighs, and promises I hope we both can keep.
Harlow
Things have changed, but in the best way possible. With words I know we both meant, and with the coming together of our bodies in a way that silently spoke of the love we professed. Bodhi’s had his arms wrapped around me since we both found our release, and even when the water starts to cool slightly, and I feel the chill in the air, I don’t want to move.
“We have to go inside before we freeze to death,” he tells me, kissing my shoulder before pulling away.
“We’re in Vegas.”
“It freezes in Vegas, and so will we if we don’t dry off and get warm,” he reminds me, turning off the water, and wrapping me in a heated bath sheet.
“This does feel good,” I say, snuggling into the warmth.
“Inside, Harlow.”
“You were just inside Harlow, and it was heavenly.”
“Your brain is already freezing,” he tells me, rolling his eyes, and giving me a light swat on my ass.
It’s still sensitive from his spanking, and his light touch sends a jolt of lust through me. I’m realizing that while I didn’t like the whole BDSM lifestyle, I might actually enjoy some things that are less intense, and fun.
“Are you still with me?” Bodhi asks, and I realize I was lost in my thoughts, and didn’t even notice that we not only made it to the living room couch, but he grabbed the fluffy comforter from his bed for us.
“Sorry. I was just doing some self-realization thing.”
“Because you liked me spanking you?”
“Reading my mind now?” I tease.
“If I was, I wouldn’t have questions I’m afraid to ask for fear of upsetting you.”
“You can ask me anything you want.”
“You’re sure.”
No, I’m not, but if this is going to work, we need to be honest with each other. “Yes.”
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