Page 22 of Bazooka

“‘Cause you turn me on… fuck, this feels good!” I whimpered as he kept massaging my ass.

“Well, you exhaust me,” he said, applying the cream to my other buttock. “Does this hurt?”

“Your hand on my ass is heaven, Baz,” I admitted. “Oh, fuck… yeah, right there. Put more cream on that spot, Baz.”

“Here?”

“Yeah. My crack hurts too, by the way.”

“In your dreams. Now go get us wet wipes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re leaking precum all over my leg.”

Asshole.

I stood up and stomped across the room, cursing under my breath. That bossy bastard had no idea who he was dealing with, but I would show him. And then I would make him pay.

After I fetched the wet wipes, I threw them in his face, but he caught them in time. I could see his gaze flicking to my hard dick, before his eyes found mine.

“Now clean it,” he ordered, pointing at his leg. “You made this mess, now clean it.”

I looked at the precum glistening on his knee and considered my options, but as always, there was only one.

I knelt before him and reached for the wet wipes, but instead of using them, I scooped up the precum with my tongue.

One, two, three licks before I dragged my tongue over his hairy leg just for the fun of it.

“Fucking hell,” Baz muttered with a pained expression on his face. “I literally don’t know what to do with you anymore.”

I scowled at him when my gaze fell on his lap, and I froze on the spot.

“Is that…” Stunned, I looked at his face, before looking at his lap again. “Is that a fu-fucking erection?”

I was stammering because the thing under his towel kept swelling before my very eyes. I was entranced, amazed, and, quite frankly, shocked by the sight.

Bazooka dragged his hand down his face with a weary sigh.

“Yeah, it is, Luz. Because bringing you pain apparently turns me on. Now go to your room. I don’t want to see your face again today.”

I did what he said, feeling angry, annoyed, and sexually frustrated.

Now that my adrenaline rush was over, I felt just…

empty. I slammed the door shut behind me and threw myself on the bed, burying my head in the pillow.

I felt like crying but refused to. I felt like screaming and breaking stuff, but I didn’t do that either.

I just lay there, praying that the ceiling would fall on me and end my misery.

I was wallowing in self-pity when I heard the door open. I could feel Bazooka sitting on the bed beside me, but I refused to look at him.

“Let me look at your ass,” he said.

When I remained silent, he pulled the joggers down my hips, and I felt cold air on my hot butt.

“I’m sorry,” he said, sounding remorseful. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, sniffling as he returned my joggers to their previous position. “I deserve it. I invaded your privacy a million times when you were only nice to me. To be honest, I think I wanted to see you lose it. Just for once.”

“Still, I apologize.”

“I also kind of liked it,” I admitted because I was an honest man. “I think you unlocked a kink I didn’t know about.”

Bazooka chuckled. “You’re one of a kind, Luz. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, rolling onto my back. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Look what I bought.”

I reached over to the nightstand, blindly looking for the thing until I felt it under my fingers.

“It’s a shawl made of the finest Mulberry silk,” I said, lifting the thing so he could see it in all its glory. “The white color makes it seem almost iridescent, and you can see through it.”

When my gaze met his, my words faltered. He was watching me with a mixture of regret, pity, and something else I couldn’t read. And he looked sad. So, so sad.

“It’s fine, Baz,” I said with a sigh. “Really. You didn’t hurt me. I can’t feel anything, I swear. Look, see this.”

I placed a shawl over my face and smiled.

“Can you still see my face? You can, can’t you?”

He smiled. “Close your eyes, Luz.”

I chuckled and did what he said.

“You’re not going to spank me again, are you? Because we should probably agree on a safe word before—”

When something grazed my mouth over the fabric, I froze on the spot.

What the fuck was that?

Was that…

No.

Noooo. No way .

I parted my lips to draw a breath when the fleeting touch repeated, firmer this time.

I reached for the shawl and dragged it down my face, only to feel warm lips on mine.

At that point, my brain shut down. A hand found my face, and fingers dug into my cheeks, making me part my lips because I forgot to do it.

When a tongue licked at mine, my heart rate increased to an unhealthy level until it became a hum in my ears.

More . It was the only thing repeating itself in my head, the only thing I knew.

More, more, more, more, more. I raised my head and deepened the kiss with desperation that had accumulated in me for months .

And I felt ravenous. I needed to eat him, drink him, become him.

I needed to… I just needed him. All of him.

I was clumsily trying to get his T-shirt off him when he took my hands in his and pinned them to the bed.

Our fingers intertwined, our palms connected.

Our lips kept moving, devouring, our tongues licking and teasing each other.

My skin felt raw wherever his beard grazed it, but I wanted more of it… more… more.

After a while, he shifted on the bed, moving into a more comfortable position. His lips slowed down, changing pace. They were more leisurely now, teasing even. I could feel him relaxing against me as he took his time savoring me. Kissing me. And kissing me. And kissing me.

The kiss lasted and lasted until it stopped being a kiss and became a make-out session.

Until my lips turned numb, and I could barely move them anymore.

I could feel his mouth gradually slowing down, but I had no more energy in me, anyway.

My tongue felt weird. My gums, too. I felt teeth nipping at my bottom lip and gentle suction before it all stopped.

“Happy birthday, Luz,” Bazooka murmured against my mouth. “Because this will never happen again.”

After he left the room, I just remained lying there and staring at the ceiling.

My dick was hard as a concrete block, but I was barely aware of it.

My pulse refused to slow down, and my heart was thumping in my chest like crazy.

My brain barely functioned, but the only thing that kept repeating in my head was a jumble of words that said it all.

I’minloveI’minloveI’minloveI’minloveI’minloveI’minloveI’minlove.

The same words were echoing in my head when I woke up.