Page 34 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

He nods. “Tell me if you change your mind.” He kisses my neck and jaw again and again as he strokes me and pushes in a little further still.

I take deep breaths and let them out a couple of times as I cling to him, my body relaxing, accepting the intrusion little by little.

He pulls out slightly and I grip his arms, shaking my head, and whimpering.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Don’t go,” I plead. He smiles and kisses me.

“I’m not going anywhere, just thought I’d get more lube. I thought it might help.”

I flush and nod, and he dribbles more lube over his cock before pushing slowly back in. I sigh as he pushes in a bit more, the sting having lessened.

“Better?” he asks, and I nod. “More?” I nod again.

He keeps stroking my shaft and pressing kisses to my skin the entire time he pushes inside me. “Fuck, you’re really big,” I tell him, taking another deep breath.

“You’re doing so good, though, darling,” he coos, pressing kisses to my forehead now, and my nose. “You got this, just a bit farther.”

I nod, soaking in his sweet words and the press of his lips and his warm hand still gripping my cock.

“For what it’s worth, you feel fucking amazing,” he rumbles, his breaths panting over my face and his big body trembling. “And I swear I’ll make you feel so damn good, too, baby.”

I shiver and let out another breath as he bottoms out inside me. The burn is almost non-existent now as I grip him and breathe, soaking up the knowledge that he’s inside me, feeling so completely full. Holy fuck. My eyes close as he rests his forehead to mine.

“You okay?” he asks, and I nod as my body quivers. Even as we still for a brief moment, soaking up the feeling of being joined in this incredibly intimate way, I feel the need for him to move, to fuck me, to claim me.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, opening my eyes and staring into his. “Please fuck me, baby?”

He presses a few more kisses to my cheeks and nose and jaw as he rotates his hips a little, then slowly moves back and presses forward again, and fuck, just that small amount of movement, my body relaxed and ready for him, his dick owning me, has me gasping in pleasure and clinging to him.

His eyes darken, and he groans. “Did that feel good?”

I nod. “Yes. Do it again.”

He pulls back and shoves forward again, this time with a bit more force, and my body shakes as I toss my head back on a loud moan.

“God, don’t stop, Bentley,” I tell him, and he doesn’t, his hips moving slowly back and forth, brushing along my nerve endings and hitting my sweet spot over and over in torturously slow and painfully exquisite thrusts.

I grip his arms as he moves and my whimpers and cries of pleasure fill the room.

He picks up his pace slowly and I grip him harder as he thrusts deeper and faster, pleasure overwhelming me as his cock spears inside me and his firm body moves against mine, his stomach the perfect friction against my aching cock.

“Goddamn, baby, you feel amazing,” he rasps, his balls slapping against my ass. I open my eyes to see him gazing at me, his skin flushed and his hair falling loose from his messy bun, his eyes dark.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, and his body shudders, his cock spasming inside me and making me gasp. His hand flies up to grip my throat and my cock jerks between us.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me come, talking to me like that,” he says, tightening his grip just a bit more.

My dick jerks again and a rumble leaves him as his thrusting changes, from fast and hard, to deep and slow, and oh fuck, that’s good.

Every press of his dick against my prostate is making me see stars, his grip on my throat only heightening my pleasure.

My eyes roll back in my head as his hand tightens even further and I buck up into him.

“Please?” I gasp, not even sure what I’m asking for.

He grips my throat a little higher and slots his mouth over mine as he picks up his thrusts again, and I moan into his mouth as his tongue fucks my mouth and his dick fucks my hole.

I grip his hair and wrap my legs around his waist, shoving my heels into his ass and making him shorten his thrusts. God, that’s incredible.

My whimpers and whines pick up as he sucks on my tongue and pistons inside me.

Pleasure rolls over me in waves, and I’m whimpering and tightening my grip on him as I come hard, my cock spilling my release between us as my ass clenches around him.

He growls and a second later I feel his warmth filling the condom deep inside me, before he collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.

“Wow,” I manage after a second of holding him to me. He chuckles.

“Yeah, wow.” He lifts his head and looks at me. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I brush a strand of golden hair away from his face and tuck it behind his ear, smiling like a lunatic at him. “I’m fine, cowboy. You were amazing. God, I get so hard when you grab my throat.”

He grins and presses a kiss to my chest. “Clean up, dinner, and then lists, or lists first, then dinner?”

“Dinner first, and Supernatural . I’m starving.”

He kisses my chest again and then slowly pulls out of me. Fuck, after having him inside me and feeling so full it’s hard to let him go, and I know it won’t be long before I’m begging him to fuck me again.

We clean off, dress and head to the kitchen and our abandoned meal.

After eating and watching Supernatural with Marble curled up on Bentley’s lap, we get our phones out and I snuggle up against him on the couch as we share what we want to try in bed.

I tell Bentley about my conversation with Tommy and he blushes, burying his face in my hair. God, I love it when he does that.

When I explain what docking and rimming are, he blushes even deeper but nods, biting his lip, when I ask if he wants to try them. I tell him I definitely want him to keep grabbing my throat and marking me and he grins, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“Anything you wanted to try that I didn’t mention?

” I ask, nuzzling his jaw with my nose. God, just a couple of hours after we fucked and I’m already so desperate for him again.

I can’t remember ever being so horny for anyone else in my entire life, but this kind, tender, beautiful man just does it for me.

“I uh…” he starts, but then pauses, and I can tell he’s a little tense, a little nervous, maybe?

“What is it?” I ask, looking at him. “No matter what it is, I promise I won’t make fun of you or be grossed out. I want to know what you want. You have some kinky shit in mind, hit me with it, baby.”

He chuckles and the tension in his body subsides quite a bit, but his cheeks are still rosy. “Ikindofwanttotrywearingpantiesandhavingyouspankme,” he mumbles incoherently into my hair.

I chuckle and move away a little so he’s forced not to hide against me. “What was that?” I ask.

He sighs, his gaze on his lap, and I grip his hand, giving it a squeeze.

He meets my eyes and swallows. His words are barely a whisper but they’re clear. “I want to try wearing panties and having you spank me. Not necessarily together.”

I can’t help it. My eyes widen. But if he thinks I’m horrified or repulsed he couldn’t be further from the truth. “Really?” I ask, and he nods, biting his lip again.

“I have kind of wanted to try it for a while, but I never had the courage to say anything in any of my previous relationships. I didn’t feel safe enough.”

My chest squeezes. “But you feel safe enough with me?”

He nods.

“That really means a lot to me,” I say, squeezing his hand again.

“Thank you for trusting me with that. I would love to see my sexy cowboy in some pretty lace panties. I think they would look sexy as fuck on that tight ass of yours. And I am more than willing to try spanking you. Maybe we can mix it with the rimming.”

He nods and smiles, burying his face in my neck this time and making me chuckle. He starts to kiss and suck on my exposed flesh and I moan, tilting my head back. My dick is already rock hard and leaking precum when he grips it in his hand and squeezes, making me almost shriek as I jolt.

I try to talk through him stroking my dick through my pants as he marks me again and again. “Is…nnnnn….is there anything else… you wanted to try?”

“No,” he rumbles, his previous shyness gone as he nuzzles my jaw and presses kisses there, before sliding his hand down my pants and gripping me through my briefs. “But I would very much like to try that rimming thing you were mentioning.”

“Now?” I ask as I fall onto my back and he hovers over me. Having abandoned my aching cock, he uses his hand to lift my shirt ever so slightly before he kisses and sucks on the bare skin right above the waistband of my sweats.

“Mmmm,” is his reply as he raises the shirt a bit more and continues to suck his marks on my belly and torso, making me gasp and squirm, my dick twitching over and over as he works his way up my body, darting his tongue out to swipe along one hardened nipple before taking it between his teeth and tugging.

“Shit!” I cry out as precum oozes out of my cock and gathers on my underwear, my back arching.

Bentley releases my nipple from between his teeth, then licks it, before sucking it into his mouth, and the sight is so fucking erotic that when he moans around my nipple like it’s his fucking air and he can’t get enough, I have to grab my dick and squeeze it to keep from coming.

“Fuck, baby, I need to get naked. I need you so bad.”

He hums, pressing a few more kisses to my skin before he sits back and lets me strip. As soon as I’m naked I bring him down for another kiss. He’s fully clothed and his dick is tenting his pants so beautifully.