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Chapter Twenty-Two

STEVIE

K neeling between Bode’s knees makes me feel powerful. In command.

His dick is hard and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

Yes.

I love that I am the one making him feel like this.

Bode ditched his suit jacket and tie, but is still in the black pants and white button-down. With deft fingers, I ignore the bulge in his pants and slowly undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Christ, Stevie. Really?”

“I’m in charge.”

He throws his head back as I expose each inch of skin of his chest. I take my time, memorizing every inch of him. The shape of his pecs. The way he sucks in a breath as I brush over his nipples. Tracing each and every one of his multiple abs.

“Do you know how hard it is to sit here and not touch you?” Bode growls.

Glancing down, I’m pleased to see the tent in his pants has gotten even bigger.

Pressing up onto my knees, I capture his lips in a quick, hot kiss. “You want your cock in my mouth? Is that it?”

“Fuck, Stevie. Do it.”

“No.”

“No?” he questions.

“Not yet.”

Rocking back on my heels, I grab the hem of Bode’s sweatshirt and pull it up and over my head. His eyes go to my bare chest, where my nipples are diamond hard.

“This is just mean.”

“What can I say? I like teasing you.”

I press open-mouthed kisses to every inch of his chest. My hands explore him as I do what I want. Right now, Bode is my plaything and I plan to torment him the way he’s done to me.

His hips thrust off the chair, but I don’t give in to him. I push the shirt off his shoulders and stride around the chair to knot the material around his hands.

“If you are going to try to move things along, I am going to have to tie you up.”

“Damn it.”

Standing half naked in front of him, I smirk down at him. “I like seeing you like this.”

I drag a finger down his chest, watching the shudder rack his body.

“Meanwhile, all I want is for you to be sucking me.”

“Tsk, tsk. Maybe I should just go and do something while you wait.”

A growl rips deep from his throat. The sound of it has me not wanting to wait any longer. His need is potent. I finally unzip his pants, and his dick pops out. Long, thick, and already dripping. “I see someone is needy.”

“So needy,” he parrots back. “Please, Stevie. Please.”

“Please what? What do you want?”

“Your mouth. Do what you said. Take my cock in your mouth.”

I drag my tongue over the bulbous head, tasting his salty precum. “Mmm. I knew you would taste amazing.”

His cock is too big to fit inside my mouth. I slip my hand into my shorts, pushing my fingers inside my own wet pussy. Coating them, I take them out and slowly start to jack Bode off.

“Holy fuck, Stevie. Oh God.”

I can’t take him to the back of my throat, but my hand and mouth work in tandem. My nails dig into his thigh as I let my tongue slide down the throbbing vein on his underside.

I pour attention on him as I twist my hand and suck him off. Every sound he makes hits my ears and goes straight to my pussy. I’m dripping wet.

Apparently, driving this sexy man wild turns me on. When I look up at him, his head is tossed back in pleasure and his glistening chest is heaving. His body is tense, and feeling his cock swell in my mouth, I pull off him.

“Don’t come.”

“What?” From the look on Bode’s face, he’s in a daze.

Reaching into his pocket, I fish out his wallet and grab the condom. I press a kiss to the top of his impossibly hard dick and roll it down.

“As much as I want you to come in my mouth, I want to feel you inside of me.”

Not wasting any more time, I toss my shorts and underwear to the side and sit on top of him, sliding down slowly.

“Fucking finally.”

I trail kisses up his neck. Kissing. Nibbling. Sucking. “Do you know how good you feel filling me up? The way you fit inside of me? I love it, Bode.”

“Your pussy is so damn perfect, I want to cry.”

I don’t even know if he hears what he’s saying as I move over him. The slow roll of my hips amps up my pleasure. Bode is close to the breaking point. I make his pleasure my own as I move my mouth over his. I want everything this man will give me.

His mouth closes over my nipple, tugging on it. I cry out in pleasure.

“Bode—”

Before I can say another word, Bode pulls his arms out of his restraints and lifts me off him. Turning me, he pushes my chest down onto the table where game pieces go flying as he thrusts back inside.

“Oh!”

“Perfect.” Bode’s chest covers my back as he moves inside me. He tugs my earlobe between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh. He lifts my knee onto the table to open me up. “You were made for me, Stevie. Your pussy? It’s heaven. I could die happy right now.”

Bode reaches around me and strums my clit. “Keep doing that.”

“I’m so close, babe. I need you to come.”

“Harder, then. I want to feel it tomorrow.”

The only sound that can be heard is the slapping of skin against skin. Each thrust reaches a place deep inside me that has me ready to explode.

“Fuck, Stevie. Fuck. I’m going to?—”

He can’t finish the sentence before he’s coming with me. He empties his release into the condom and it tips me over the cliff.

Falling into the abyss with Bode is indescribable.

He’s shouting. I’m shouting. I have never felt like this before. So lost in bliss, that I don’t know which way is up.

I can’t move. I know I should, but I’m not ready to break the moment. I want to bask in Bode for as long as possible.

I don’t know how much time passes before Bode pulls out of me. I stay put until his warmth surrounds me and he lifts me into his arms.

“C’mon, champ. I think you might need a recovery period before we do that again.”

“Play Sorry and me beat you?”

He smacks my ass as he throws me over his shoulder and jogs up the stairs.

“If that’s what you want to do, I might have to make you come again.”

“You better.”

And that he does. All night long.