20. Twenty

Twenty

Bo

O llie was finally here in my bed. After weeks of waiting and longing to be with him again. After all those nights spent alone.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" I asked stupidly as if I couldn't feel his hard dick pressed to my stomach, hadn't heard the blood pounding in his veins. As if I wasn't going mad with need.

"There's just one single thing I want, Bo." He groaned, his head turning restlessly on the pillow as I kissed down the column of his throat, my beard rasping against the scruff on his skin.

"And what is that, ?lskling?" I licked the hollow of his throat and wandered lower.

"You inside me. Please, darling."

He helped me take his shirt off, our movements hurried and erratic, then pulled mine up over my head.

"How did I forget how beautiful you are?" he whispered, dragging his fingers through the hair on my chest.

"Maybe so you'd have a better time or maybe so I could impress you all over again." I nosed down his abs, and tongued his navel before dipping even further south.

Ollie, who had sniggered at my words, moaned. "Impress me, darling," he groaned, raising his hips to help me take his trousers off.

"You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen," I whispered, trailing my fingertips over his pebbled skin, and making him shiver even more. "I missed your cock, Ollie." I licked him once from the base all the way to his crown, letting him feel the ridges on my tongue.

"I'm so impressed, oh God, and so close!" He cursed, ass cheeks clenching and his hips thrusting upward.

I pulled off.

"Bo," Ollie drawled, clearly not impressed anymore.

"Not yet," I muttered, rubbing my nose over his happy trail.

His abs contracted against my face, then I felt his hand on my neck, soft fingertips stroking my skin.

"Are you giving me more of your mating hormones?" he asked quietly, brushing the hair away and cupping my neck to keep me from pulling back.

I nodded, not daring to look at him. We'd talked about it all after our first night together, and he had told me not to worry.

Give it all to me, darling.

And I'd taken him up on that. Because staying away from him was impossible, and dousing him with my mating hormones made for a more intimate experience. I knew I shouldn't do it, knew it would only make it worse once we had to part ways again. But I couldn't help it.

"I love when you do that, Bo." His fingertips whispered over the fine hairs at the top of my spine. "Do you feel that, darling? Do you feel how much I want you? How bloody hard I am for you." He spread his thighs to make room for me, hissing under his breath when I cradled his tight balls in my hand.

Gentle fingers slipped into my hair, wrapping the strands around them and holding me tightly. I groaned when I understood what he was doing. Fisting his cock in one hand, he guided my mouth where he wanted me.

Gods help me. His moan of pleasure as he dragged my mouth down his length felled me. My free hand gripped his hip, needing to hold on to him and take it, taking his deep thrusts that had me gag around his head buried in my throat.

"So perfect. Bo, you're so bloody perfect." He grunted with every sharp buck of his hips, his fingers moving restlessly across my head.

My eyes watered, and I gasped around his invading length. Never before had I experienced such pleasure as I did with Ollie. He never handled me roughly, but this small man taking from me what he wanted was super hot.

"Oh my God," he whimpered, his voice cracking and he buried his hard dick in my throat, my face pressed to his skin. He spilled his hot cum deep inside me, leaving me no option but to swallow it all. Not that I would have wasted a single drop anyway.

We both slumped back to the bed, hearts pounding and gasping for breath.

"I fucking love you so much," Ollie rasped, reaching out to take my hand.

His taste still coating my tongue, I brought our hands up to my mouth and kissed them. "Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you for loving me, Ollie."