Page 32 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Chapter Eighteen

Alex

Three days later I’m still on cloud nine from everything that’s happened recently with Bentley.

I’ve been sleeping over at his place and only returning to my apartment when I wake up and he’s left for work.

I told him I didn’t want to wake him by coming in late after my shifts at the bar were over, but he insisted he wanted me to, and told me he’d leave the door unlocked for me.

Every single night I enter his room to see Marble lying at his feet, or curled up on his back as he hugs the pillow underneath him, or lying on his stomach, since Bentley seems to be a rotisserie chicken when he sleeps.

I climb into bed and snuggle up next to him, breathing him in, and letting his warmth envelope me.

Everything about it feels so right, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face, though I’m not really trying that hard.

We’ve made love as much as possible over the past few days with our schedules being off, though we still haven’t had penetrative sex, and I’m getting more and more eager to try it with him.

Getting off with him is incredible no matter how we do it, but I’m craving that closeness.

I’m also worried about doing it right and making it good for him, which is probably why I haven’t brought it up yet.

I feel like there’s probably things I don’t know and should, regardless of whether I am topping or bottoming.

And I don’t know if Bentley would want to top or bottom, which, wow, that’s not something I ever thought I would be wondering when it came to my bed partners, or myself, but I kinda love it.

I decide I’ve been putting this off for too long, and if I ever want to make anal sex a thing with us, I better get a bit braver, so I take out my phone as I sit with Marble on my lap, petting her, after having gone for a run and showered.

I chuckle when I see I have a text from Peyton.

Peyton: Bentley hasn’t stopped smiling for two days. Glad you guys finally got your heads out of your asses

Me: Lol, same

Peyton: I guess I should give you the best friend speech, so here it is.

I don’t like saying “don’t hurt him” because that’s not realistic.

You’re human beings. You will hurt each other at some point, but I’ve never seen him happier, so be good to him, or I’ll have to burn every single copy of Little Women you own (Bentley says it’s your favorite), and that’s coming from someone who loves books, which tells you how much he means to me

Me: Got it, and I’ll do my very best, I promise

Peyton: thank you, kissy face emoji

I grin when I think of our work out yesterday morning, and how amazing it was to be able to ogle him without worrying about him finding out, just openly staring at him in his shorts and tank top, watching the sweat slide down his neck and making him blush like crazy, then winking at him and seeing his cheeks darken even further as he tried to keep the huge smile from taking over his face.

I grin even more when I think about the shower we shared at the gym afterwards, and the handjobs we exchanged.

It felt kinda dirty touching each other like that in a public space, forcing ourselves to be as quiet as possible, and we both seemed to really like that.

I’m hella curious to find out what else makes my cowboy sing as we get to spend more time with each other and explore things in the bedroom.

Me: Hey you have a minute?

Little bro: I’m meeting Pierre for lunch, but I have a few minutes until he gets here, what’s up?

I told Tommy Monday night that Bentley and I are together and I even got a smile out of him.

It meant a lot, especially since I know he and Pierre are still struggling.

He says they still haven’t heard anything from Cyrus.

Though Tommy did say Pierre seems to be doing a bit better the last week or so, and he thinks it’s in part to how much time he’s been spending with Bentley in the evenings when Tommy is at work.

I love that Bentley and Pierre are friends now, too.

Bentley is so damn sweet, and I don’t think he knows it, but he’s really easy to talk to.

Me: I need some help

Little bro: with?

Me: um, so we haven’t done *insert peach emoji* stuff yet even though I’m pretty sure we both really want to

Little bro: okay, tmi, dude

Me: ugh, come on, please help me? I’ve watched porn but it’s not exactly quality learning material so I can’t go off of it, and I’ve read some stuff online too and used some toys, but I just want to make sure I don’t fuck it up.

I want it to be good for him, for both of us.

Please? I don’t have anyone else to talk to about this stuff

Little bro: okay, fine, what do you want to know?

Me: I don’t know, what do I need to know?

Little bro: if you have used toys you probably have a pretty good handle on it already, just make sure you use lots of lube, go slow, stretch as much as you can first, and talk to each other.

And don’t freak out if it hurts, that’s normal, as long as it doesn’t hurt the whole time.

Also remember that if you don’t like it, that’s okay, too

I breathe out and type, my body relaxing a bit.

Me: Okay, thanks. While we’re on the subject, is there anything we should know about, like things we may not know or things that we should try?

Little bro: Lord have mercy. Look, I’m not gonna go into detail about stuff, but I’ll give you some terms to look up. A lot of stuff, like if you guys are into the kinky shit, isn’t specific to dudes and some of it that is you are probably already doing without realizing there’s a name for it

Me: okay, thanks

Little bro: I can’t believe I’m typing these out while I wait to meet my husband

Me: I love you

Little bro: shut up, you just made it weirder

Me: lol, sorry

Little bro: okay, look up frotting, rimming, snowballing, and docking

Me: got it thank you, seriously

Little bro: I would say any time but that would be a lie

Little bro: you’re gonna be fine, just remember to communicate, gotta go, Pierre is here

When I get off the phone with Tommy I text Bentley. He’s at work so it might be a while before he responds, but I can’t go a whole day without hearing from him. I miss him like crazy when we’re not together.

Me: Miss you, my beautiful cowboy

I grin, knowing he’ll react so beautifully to my words.

I fucking love that telling him he’s pretty arouses him, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.

Jesus, I know I’ve turned into a fucking sap when it comes to him, but I am one hundred percent okay with it.

We still text each other gifs and memes and our silly The Rock and penguin messages, but our texts in general lately have been a bit more mushy in nature, and a bit more sexual, too.

I don’t get his reply until half an hour later when I assume he’s either on lunch break or in between clients.

My Cowboy: miss you, too, we watching Supernatural tonight?

Me: i hope so, but maybe after other activities?

My Cowboy: hmmm, what did you have in mind?

Me: It involves you and me, and very little clothing

My Cowboy: very little?

Me: Okay, no clothing

My Cowboy: I like the sound of that

Me: You been working on your list?

My Cowboy: yeah, I think it’s done for now, we gonna share?

Me: I’d like to, and I thought maybe we could try something we haven’t yet?

My Cowboy: such as?

My cheeks heat, but I manage to type out: Penetration? If that’s something you want

My Cowboy: yes

I chuckle, a wide grin on my face at how quickly that answer came: Okay, good, me, too. I’ll see you when you get home. Meet at your place? I’ll have dinner ready.

My Cowboy: sounds good

I take some time to look up the different terms Tommy gave me, and my cock is hard just reading about them.

Rimming sounds hot, but I wonder if Bentley will go for it.

I’d love tasting that sweet ass if he’d let me.

God, I can picture it now and it’s making me salivate.

Docking also sounds amazing. When I find out what snowballing is, though, I know that’s not going to work.

Bentley seems to enjoy blowing me quite a bit, but he does not want to swallow either of our spunk, and that’s fine with me because it means I get more of it.

Frotting is the last one I look up and realize we’ve already been doing it, I just didn’t know there was a name for it.

I take some time to look over my list of things to maybe try with him and make sure I’m not forgetting anything.

I add rimming and docking to the list. I’m so damn hard just thinking about doing these things with Bentley that I find myself sliding my pants and underwear down and gripping my shaft.

Marble looks at me from her perch on the windowsill. Meow.

I start to stroke myself but pause. “Don’t look.

” Marble has seen me jerk off more times than I can count, but she hops down, stretches, and then moves to her cat tower while I grip my dick, moaning and picturing Bentley’s incredible body, remembering the way it feels when his naked skin is against mine.

I’m coming with a shout moments later and then snapping a picture of my cum soaked hand and dick and sending it to my boyfriend.

Me: I couldn’t wait. Got so hard just thinking about you, baby. There’s no reply right away, but my phone buzzes an hour later. His text has me grinning like an idiot.

My Cowboy: Damn, darling. Love that cock. Can’t wait to get home to my man