Page 29 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Holy fucking hell. He just came untouched from me just playing with his nipples.

I stroke my own cock fast and hard, my release barreling up on me as I stare at him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I rasp, and then I’m shooting all over him, my spunk mixing with his just as his eyes open.

The way he looks at me makes another spurt of cum shoot out to join the first, pooling on his abs.

He groans and his eyes close again as I kiss and suck gently on his torso, his breaths heavy.

He’s a vision to look at and I can’t believe that of all the people in the world, he’s giving himself to me. That I get to call him mine.

“Fuck, I could watch you come forever, cowboy,” I tell him, then press more kisses to his neck and jaw. His eyes finally open again and he looks dazed and sated, and I can’t help smiling because I’m the reason he looks and feels so content and utterly blissed out.

“God, you have a wicked mouth,” he says, his voice soft, before he pulls me down for a slow, languid kiss.

I trail my eyes down his body and can’t help the touch of possessiveness that courses through me. “You look so damn good covered in our cum, baby.” I kiss him again. “You wanna taste us?”

He blinks. “Huh?”

“Our cum? Do you want to?”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to. I’m curious, though, if I’ll like it or not. I’ve never tasted cum before.”

He nods. “Me either.”

I swipe my finger through the mess on his abs and bring it to his lips. He hesitates, but then his tongue darts out and he swipes it into his mouth. I laugh when his face screws up and he shivers. “That bad, huh?”

“I think it’s a texture thing,” he says. “But no, not for me. I do love your cum, just not in my mouth.”

I laugh. “I’m not offended, but I’m still gonna try it.

” I’m about to gather more of the essence but he beats me to it, swiping some onto his finger just as I did and bringing it to my lips.

I lean forward a smidge before darting my tongue out.

The moment the salty taste hits my tastebuds I’m moaning and gripping his hand, sucking his entire finger into my mouth and licking every last bit of our combined spunk off his digit while he stares at me, his eyes wide and his gaze heated.

“Shit, darling, you make it look so much sexier. I’ll watch you swallow our jizz down any time.”

I release his finger, my dick half hard again as I stare at him and he feeds me more of our spunk.

I don’t know why I like it so much but fuck, I do.

And when I pop off of his finger for the second time I bend over and lap the rest of our spunk into my mouth before swallowing it down and collapsing on top of him.

We lie there for a bit before I say, “I have a feeling there’s a bunch of stuff we might want to try together. We probably don’t even know what all of it is yet.”

“Mmm,” he hums in ascent, his finger trailing down my spine. “Good thing we have all the time in the world to figure it out.”

“I’ve been watching porn, so I know some things I might want to try with you, but I’m sure there’s other things I haven’t seen or don’t know about. We might have to do some research.”

“Anything off the top of your head?”

“Blowjobs, for starters.”

“I want to do those too, but I don’t think I can swallow your cum,” he tells me.

I pick my head up and look at him. “I think I’ll be happy enough just having this gorgeous mouth wrapped around my dick, beautiful,” I say, brushing my fingers over his lips.

His big body shivers at the endearment, and holy hell I’m going to have way too much fun telling him how fucking breathtaking he is and watching his body react. Even now I feel his dick twitch against me. He kisses my fingertips and I press a kiss to his chin.

“I really liked when you grabbed my throat,” I tell him, flushing slightly, and he smiles.

“I really liked that, too.”

“Maybe we should make a list of things we want to try and show them to each other? We can say what we’re willing to try, and what we really don’t want to try.”

He nods. “I like that.”

I sit up, and press a kiss to his lips this time. “Now, I need to get a certain feline her dinner, or there will be hell to pay.”

He chuckles and we roll out of bed. Bentley loans me some of his clothes since mine are covered in spunk. They’re a bit big on me but they work, and I’m way too excited about the idea of wearing his things. They’re soft, and comfortable, and they smell like him, which makes my cock twitch.

Everything is so relaxed as we mosey around the kitchen, him making us dinner and me going across the hall to grab a can of food for Marble and using one of Bentley’s bowls to dump it in. She trots over right away and scarfs it down, then licks her chops and meows at me.

We settle on the sofa, eating the meal Bentley made, and turn on Supernatural again, sitting as close as humanly possible to each other. When our dishes are empty and our stomachs are full, we hold hands and snuggle up together, draping the blanket Bentley made over us.

When the episode ends and I go to start another one, Bentley squeezes my hand, and I look at him. “Stay,” he says, and my heart pitter patters in my chest, because I’d love nothing more.

“Okay,” I say with a huge grin on my face. “As long as you don’t mind Marble staying, too, and probably sleeping on your bed again.”

“If she doesn’t stay, you don’t either,” he says, and I chuckle .

Bentley

Waking up with Alex’s warm, naked body tucked against me feels like a dream.

Especially in light of everything that’s happened in the past few days.

I was heartsick when he told me about his date, and jerking off to thoughts of him was the only thing I could do to cope, it seemed.

I never dreamed he’d come home early from his date and barge in to find me fisting my cock with his name on my lips, and I was so damn mortified I’d have ignored him for an eternity if he hadn’t shown up at my work and barged in on my session with Gloria.

Thank God she was the one in there, because I doubt any other client would have responded so positively.

Fuck, having him here, now, I’m so glad he did what he did, because I could have missed out on all of this by being too fucking scared to face him.

My gaze falls to the corner of my bedroom where I moved Tux–the giant penguin Alex left on Stacy’s doorstep the day we met–and I can’t help smiling to myself, thinking of how we got where we are.

I won’t lie and say Stacy cheating on me didn’t hurt, because it did.

But the hurt is drowned out by how grateful I feel to have discovered things I might not have otherwise.

If she hadn’t done it, if Alex hadn’t come to pick her up that day and found me instead, we wouldn’t be here now.

And if discovering my attraction to men, and having Alex both as my friend, and then my lover, are the only good things that come from my relationship with her, well then I think I did pretty well.

I look over at the picture of Gram on my nightstand and can practically hear her telling me, “It’s about damn time.

” I wasn’t really thinking about turning her picture around when I fell into bed and Alex climbed on top of me, but somehow I don’t think she minds.

I know how happy she’d be to know I’ve found someone like Alex.

I sure do wish she could meet him, though the idea of the two of them in the same room is as frightening as it is heartwarming.

I think they would be really good friends, and probably get up to some rather questionable activities, encouraging each other and egging each other on.

I can picture her taunting him and him trying to get back at her and it not working out in his favor.

The thought has me laughing, and I comb my fingers through his dark hair, making him stir.

“I like waking up with you next to me,” he murmurs, and presses a kiss to my pec.

“I like waking up next to you, too,” I tell him. He grins and his cheeks flush as I scoop up Marble from her place on top of me once again, and set her down on the floor, before I roll us over so that I’m on top of Alex.

He gasps, and then groans, thrusting up into me and making my already hard cock jerk.

I’m already leaking obscenely, and I’m pretty sure the sheets will need to be changed because of it.

I press kisses to his naked skin, his neck, and jaw, before making my way down his chest and abs.

His dick is leaking and he groans when I pass it by and suck marks onto his obliques, before moving down to his thighs.

“Fuck,” he breathes, when I suck and lick on that spot between his pelvis and his thigh. He bucks up and I move closer to his ass, pressing kisses, biting, and nibbling, and making him squirm.

“Fuck, you’re being mean,” he whines, and I grin at him, then move to his cock and press kisses to it, inhaling his honey and vanilla scent and feeling his dick twitch against me as he whimpers.

I nuzzle it with my nose, then brush my nose against it gently, starting at his balls and moving up his shaft.

“Holy fuck,” he moans, his hands fisted in the sheets.

“I would very much like to try blowing you, if you’re okay with that,” I tell him, and he nods .

“God, yes. Please. I want that incredible mouth around me so bad.”