Page 28 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Chapter Seventeen

Alex

I wake to Bentley’s fingers gently carding through my hair, and I can barely believe I’m tucked against him, and buck ass naked, no less.

Jesus, is this real? Is he really mine? That rain and ocean scent surrounds me as I hum, reveling in the feeling of his warmth, his touch, his closeness.

I got off with a man twice, and I loved every second of it.

My eyes slowly open as Bentley rumbles, “Morning darling,” and I fucking melt. I smirk when I see that Marble has completely disregarded my instructions to leave Bentley alone, and has been comfortably napping on his stomach for who knows how long.

I reach over and pet her even as I scold, “Bad kitty,” and Bentley chuckles.

Looking out the window, I note it’s dusk outside and realize we must have been dozing for a while. Honestly I could stay in this spot for the rest of the night and be content. I have no desire to move away from my man when his arms around me feel so perfect.

I tilt my head and look up at Bentley, still just trying to wrap my head around the fact that he’s my boyfriend now.

That I can touch him, and kiss him, and cuddle with him.

That I don’t have to try not to be aroused by him, or be terrified that he’ll find out about my feelings.

That I can ogle him all I want without beating myself up for it the entire time and worrying that I’ll scare him off if he catches me.

Shit, just thinking about openly admiring him while he works out has blood pooling south and my dick lengthening against his hip.

“How’s my beautiful boyfriend?” I ask him, and have the immense pleasure of hearing his intake of breath and watching his dick jerk under the bed sheet.

I brush my nose along his neck and plant a kiss there.

“You wanted to know what it was I wanted to do to you?” I say, and he smiles and flushes, burying his face in my hair, and making me grin.

I press a kiss to his chest, overcome with the desire to get my mouth on those pert nipples and make him squirm and beg for me.

Not yet, though. I press more kisses to his neck and jaw.

“I have to use the bathroom. And when I get back, we’re going to talk about all the ways I want to explore your beautiful body. ”

He groans and nods, cheeks still rosy. “Hurry.”

I grin and climb out of bed, immediately missing that warm body and those strong arms, and head to the bathroom. I relieve myself and then return to the bedroom to find Bentley petting Marble.

“I gotta pee, too,” he says, and gently picks up Marble, placing her on the bed, before he hurries off, but not before I get a view of his gorgeous tight ass and those sinful thighs. Fuck, his body is a work of art, and I want to get my hands and my mouth on it so fucking bad.

When Bentley returns, I’m sitting up in bed stroking my now rock hard cock, and his eyes are smoldering when he looks at me.

“Like what you see, cowboy?” I ask, my voice sultry.

He nods and climbs on the bed in front of me on his hands and knees, leaning in to kiss me.

I eagerly reciprocate, carding my fingers through his silky locks and moaning when his big hand grips my throat and he tilts my head back, sucking on my tongue.

Holy fuck. My body electrifies and my cock jumps.

A whimper escapes me and I’m leaking like crazy when his hand tightens on my throat, not enough to cut off my air supply, but enough to make me feel owned and possessed, and I fucking love it.

When we pull back for air we’re both panting and our dicks are rock hard, oozing precum.

His gaze falls to my groin, his hand still on my throat.

“I love seeing you hard,” he breathes, leaning in to plant kisses on my neck and shoulder. “Your cock is so fucking pretty.”

It's my turn to suck in a breath. “Shit, cowboy, you can’t say stuff like that,” I reply as my body trembles. His eyes darken and I groan. Jesus fuck, I want everything with this man. And before I can stop myself I blurt, “I want your feet in my mouth.”

His eyes widen as he sits back on his haunches, his hand no longer on my throat, and I fucking whimper at the loss of contact. “What?” he says.

I blink. Okay maybe that was a little out of left field. “I uh,” I flush and clear my throat. “I mean, if you’re okay with it, that is.”

“You want my feet in your mouth?”

“Maybe? I mean, not the whole fucking foot,” I clarify. “But I like rubbing your feet, and they smell way better than they should, and I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss them? And maybe more?”

His eyes widen and he makes an “O” shape with his mouth.

“If you’re okay with it,” I repeat. “That’s one of the things I wanted to try, but if it grosses you out, we don’t have to.”

He bites his lip. “I don’t think it grosses me out, maybe just surprises me. And I guess it wasn’t what I thought you would say.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What did you think I would say?”

His cheeks turn rosy again. “I don’t know, maybe that you wanted to blow me or something?”

I grin. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, cowboy, I want to do that, too. Otherwise all those bananas suffered for nothing.”

He laughs and leans forward, kissing me again. “I like you.”

My chest squeezes. “I like you, too.”

“And I’m okay with you doing whatever it is you want to do to my feet. I can’t promise I’ll like it, but we can try.”

I nod.

“How do you want me?” he asks.

“Maybe lay down with your feet in my lap?”

He moves up the bed and rolls onto his back, laying horizontal and placing his feet in my lap. Marble jumps off the bed and scampers into the living room, and I remind myself that after this sexcapade I should get her some dinner.

I grip the foot that is closest to me, and start to massage it.

I can tell he likes that when I hear his groaning, but I’m not surprised since he’s always liked having his feet rubbed.

When I get a bit braver I bring my face down to it and press a kiss to his toes.

His feet are soft, and smell amazing, and his breath hitches when my lips come in contact with his bare skin.

I look at him and his eyes are lidded, his dick half hard, having softened during our conversation.

I press a few more kisses to his toes and then nuzzle my nose against them, and even though I feel a little weird about it, I dart my tongue out and swipe it over his toes, only to grimace at the sensation, and apparently I must make an epic face because Bentley starts laughing so hard he sounds like he’s wheezing, clutching his stomach and rolling onto his side, his entire body shaking.

“Hey,” I pout. “Not nice. It was a lot sexier in my head.” That only makes him laugh harder, and I sit there with my arms crossed over my chest and a mock scowl on my face, waiting for him to stop, though as much as I try not to, I do end up cracking a smile. “Asshole.”

He rolls back onto his back, wiping tears from his eyes, and I shift to my knees, crawling over to hover above him.

Fuck, he’s beautiful, especially with the laugh lines around his eyes and that smile as bright as I’ve ever seen it.

“You’re mean,” I tell him, my voice not at all serious. Those gorgeous blue eyes sparkle.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he says, and my dick twitches. Fuck, I’ll forgive him anything if he looks at me the way he is now and uses that sexy as fuck voice to call me his darling.

“Okay, so having your feet in my mouth is a no,” I say. “But what do you say we try out one of my other ideas?”

“Which is?”

I don’t speak, just lean down and swipe my tongue over his nipple. He sucks in a breath and moans, his hips thrusting upwards as his hands shoot out to grip my arms. “Mmmm,” I purr as his eyes darken and he stares up at me. “More, baby?”

He nods eagerly and I lean down and do the same thing to the other nipple, swirling my tongue around the hardened nub and hearing his breath hitch, before I suck it into my mouth and moan as his hips buck up into me, a needy whine escaping his lips.

I revel in the noises he’s making as I suck and nibble and lick the sensitive flesh, moving my fingers to the other nipple and rolling the bud between my thumb and finger as I tug on the one in my mouth.

He fucking wails as he humps the air, and my dick throbs, every noise he makes making me harder.

“Alex,” he gasps. “Fuck, that’s good.” His grip on my arms is fierce now, his skin flushed and damp with sweat.

He tosses his head back, my name on his lips again as his eyes close, his neck muscles straining, that gorgeous cock oozing copious amounts of precum, slicking his dick and pooling on his stomach.

I pop off of his nipple and suck on his neck, still playing with the other bud between my fingers, and he whimpers.

“Fuck, no, please?” he begs, so much desperation in his sexy voice that I have to give him what he wants.

I return to his nipples, taking the opposite one in my mouth again and using the fingers on my other hand to play with the one that’s still wet with my saliva.

His body shakes and he’s babbling incoherently now as he squirms underneath me, still humping the air, desperately seeking friction for his aching cock, rivulets of precum dripping onto his belly now.

God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused in my life.

Tasting him, listening to him, watching him.

He’s so fucking sexy. I bite down gently on his nipple before sucking it into my mouth again and tugging as I pinch the other one, and he cries out my name again as his body shudders and his dick pulses, his release shooting onto his abdomen and chest, some even hitting his chin.