Page 41 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Bentley

Alex: Hey, are you home? You wanna come down to the bar? I miss your face. You don’t have to come if you’re super tired, though, or if you’re sick of people. But please come

I chuckle. I’ve been to the bar several times since we started dating, just to be able to see him in the evenings because I miss him, too.

I don’t stay super long, but I’ll have some dinner while I’m there and it’s fun to flirt with him while he works, and steal kisses.

I wasn’t planning on going tonight but I can.

Me: Lol, I have to change first, and give Marble some cuddles, but then I can come

Alex: Yay! Kissy face emoji

I blush and smile like an idiot. It’s been three months since Alex and I started dating, and every day he makes me feel like I’m special, valued, needed, and appreciated.

Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t perfect. He leaves his socks on the floor more often than not, and he never puts the lid back on the toothpaste, and he loads the dishwasher like a drunk raccoon, and we’ve had our share of arguments about all three of those things.

Granted, I’m not perfect either. I like to leave the pantry door open after getting a snack, which drives him crazy, and I guess I have a tendency to use all the handsoap and not refill it.

And Alex also thinks I’m a bit too particular about the dishwasher.

Granted, neither of us realized these were flaws until the other person pointed them out.

But we’re managing. We’ve had to adjust, and communicate, and make room for the differences in living together and sharing the same space, but it’s been worth it.

The benefits have far outweighed the minor inconveniences.

I love that he comes home to me every night, that I get to wake up next to him every morning.

I love that we make breakfast together on Sundays and Mondays when I’m off work and he doesn’t go in until late.

I love that he knows what creamer to buy for my coffee, and that his laundry is mixed in with mine, now.

I love that my sheets smell of both our scents.

I love that Marble is just as much my cat now as his, and that he loves it that way, too.

I love that the shower now houses both our body washes and shampoos, and that there’s two razors on the bathroom counter.

I love that the nightstand on his side of the bed is now piled high with books.

I love that he leaves little notes for me on the coffee pot that say things like “Can’t wait to kiss you” or “You make me happy.”

I love that we have each other to talk to and confide in when we have a bad day, or celebrate with when the occasion arises. I love that I’m his, and he’s mine, and that we’ve made this small apartment into our home.

He still has his place across the hall, though he’s talked about starting to sell some things so he can officially move out.

I drop my keys on the counter and make my way to the bedroom, stripping out of my scrubs, taking a second to admire my ass in my pink panties.

I’ve been wearing the ones he got me almost daily now, and Alex can’t seem to get enough of them.

I’ve even gotten a few more pairs in slightly different styles since he bought me the first ones.

I never thought a pair of lace or silk panties could make me feel so damn sexy, but they do, and I love the way they feel, and the way my guy looks at me when I wear them.

Alex has even requested I get some panties with holes cut out for easy access, or a thong with a strap we can move aside so I can wear them while he fucks me.

I slide into some jeans and a T-shirt and then sit on the sofa for a bit, with Marble curled up in the crook of my shoulder while I pet her. She purrs, rubbing her head against my cheek. She’s so damn soft, and so boneless against me, it nearly pains me to let her go, but I do.

“Gotta go see your other daddy, princess,” I tell her. “See you later.” I press a kiss to her head and grab my keys and wallet before heading out the door.

When I arrive at the bar and walk in, I’m bombarded by the smell of vinyl, alcohol, and lemon cleaner, the sound of laughter and voices in conversation and the music blasting from the speakers.

I see Alex at the bar and make my way over to him.

As soon as he looks up and sees me, a smile lights up his face.

The second I’m close he moves out from behind the bar and grips my shirt, tugging me to him and planting a filthy kiss on my lips that has my head spinning.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he says over the ruckus. His voice is gravel, his eyes dark and his cheeks flushed. Fuck, he’s close enough I can feel his erection pressed against me and it’s lighting me up.

“Shit, darling,” I rasp, gripping his hips.

“Alex, table five needs refills!” one of his coworkers yells, and he groans, then moves back to the bar to grab a tray full of drinks. He stops when he reaches me again.

“After I drop these off I’m taking my break. Meet me in the stockroom.” He kisses me and hurries off before I have a chance to respond.

Well, I best do as I’m told, I reckon, so I make my way down the hall and past the bathrooms towards the stockroom. I’m only in there for a second when the door opens and Alex bursts in, out of breath, before closing the door behind him.

“Wha–” the question I’m about to ask is silenced when he grips my cheeks and slams his lips against mine, backing me up against the wall as he ravages me.

“Fuck, I need you,” he pants in between heated, hurried kisses.

Shit. I’ve never seen him like this before. This needy, this desperate. I think I like it.

“Fuck me,” he begs. “Please baby, I need you to fuck me so fucking bad.”

“Mmmm,” I murmur as I kiss him back and he starts to undress me, tugging my shirt over my head before he slams me against the wall again and I grunt.

His hands are everywhere, running up my chest, around my back, gripping my hair, my face as he ruts against me, his hard cock pressing into me again and again and making me moan.

Then his hands move to the back of my pants, where they slide inside, and he sucks in a breath as he comes in contact with the silky fabric of my panties, and I feel his dick jerk against me as he grips my ass cheeks and squeezes.

“God, baby, please,” he moans. “Can’t stop thinking about you and this gorgeous body. Please fuck me, cowboy.”

He’s pressing his cock into me as he slides his hands inside the back of my panties now, moaning deep as he grips my bare ass cheeks. “So damn good.” Fuck, I can feel his body vibrating against me and it’s making me tremble.

“There’s just one problem, darling,” I say as he presses kisses to my neck and jaw. “You got fucked the last time and I believe it’s my turn to bottom.”

His grip on my ass cheeks tightens and he humps me desperately. “No, please,” he begs. “Please, baby, I swear I’ll let you bottom five times straight if you just get that big, beautiful cock inside me right fucking now. I swear I’ll die if you don’t fuck me.”

I chuckle even as I grip his hips to keep him pressed up against me.

“Hmm, you feel awfully good,” I tell him.

I reach up and grip his throat and he whimpers as his dick jerks and he undulates his hips, drawing a filthy moan out of me.

“Say it again, darling. Tell me how pretty my cock is, and I’ll fuck your slutty little cunt until you’re screaming for me.

” I tighten my grip on his throat, but not so much that he can’t speak, and he shivers.

He still hasn’t stopped rutting against me and it’s almost enough to drive me mad.

Every single word of praise makes my dick a little bit harder, makes me want him a little bit more. “Fuck, it’s so perfect, baby. So damn beautiful. It’s the prettiest cock in the world, and I want it inside me so damn bad.”

I grip his throat a bit harder still and kiss him hard, before I pull away.

“Strip,” I tell him. “Show me that pussy.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen him undress so fast, his pants and underwear down at his ankles in record time and his shirt on the floor in a heap next to mine.

I know this is risky. We could get caught, but somehow that makes it even more erotic, and being almost completely naked while we fuck in the back room of his workplace is really revving my engine.

“Hands on the wall and spread your legs for me,” I tell him, as I undo my pants and slide them down. He obeys, and juts his ass out for me. God, it sure is pretty.

“Fuck, Bentley, please,” he whines, shaking the taut globes.

“Shh,” I coo, pressing against him from behind, my panties still on, barely containing my erection, and soaked in my precum.

I reach around and grip his throat again, my other hand on his abdomen as I move my hard dick against his ass and he lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a wail and a gasp, making my dick even harder.

“Feel what you do to me?” I rumble against his ear, making sure my precum gets on his cheeks and in his ass crack. “Feel how wet you make me, darling?”

“Yes.” He trembles as tears slide down his cheeks. “Shit, baby, I’m a fucking mess. Please fuck me. I can’t.”

“Damn, darling, you’re making me soak myself and I kinda like it. You keep crying like that I might come.” I nibble on his neck as I grip his throat tighter and press him back against me, making him gasp.

“I reckon you want my cock inside your pussy right about now?”

He nods as much as he can with my hand around his throat. I rub my wet cock and panties against him a few more times just to see more of those perfect tears.

He nearly sobs in relief when I pull my panties down just enough for my cock to spring free, and release his throat so I can spread his cheeks, moving my dick around his hole, getting him nice and lubed up with my precum before I fuck him.