Page 43 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Alex

A couple of weeks later Bentley and I are on a date at the park. We’ve packed a picnic dinner, and are enjoying an evening showing of Casablanca as we sit on our blanket, surrounded by other couples also enjoying an evening out and a movie in the park.

It’s in the mid sixties and we’re wearing long sleeves and pants, as well as having applied mosquito repellent to our faces to keep the annoying little buggers away.

When I’m finished with my fried chicken I use one of the wipes we brought along to clean my hands off and then scoot closer to Bentley and grip his hand, linking our fingers together as I rest my head on his shoulder.

He smiles and presses a kiss to my hair as he squeezes my hand.

My heart is bursting with so much fondness for this man, so much affection.

So much love. Every day with him is a blessing, and I’m realizing more and more how much I want forever with him.

If I’m being honest with myself I think I’ve loved him since before we started dating, but telling him that might have scared the shit out of him so I haven’t said anything yet.

It’s been a few months now, though, and I think I might have to say something soon or I’ll go crazy.

I switch positions, lying down with my head in his lap, and he grins, running his fingers through my hair.

When I get woken by soft caresses against my cheek I realize I’ve fallen asleep and the movie is over. I blush, giving him a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

“I’m not offended,” he tells me. “I have an idea.”

“What?” I say, as he runs his fingers through my hair again and I stare up at him.

“We could go home, take a bath together, and then go to bed, or we can go home and take a bath together, and then you could fuck me while I wear the black thong I just got, and afterwards I’ll give you a massage.”

I shoot up, my energy somehow revived. “You have a thong?”

He nods, grinning mischievously.

“Fuck, yes, that option. Let’s go.” I scramble to my feet and he laughs as I hurriedly pack up our things.

We play with and pet Marble for a few minutes after we walk in the door, and then we move to the bathroom and strip down.

We touch, and caress, and kiss as we wait for the tub to fill up, and by the time we’re stepping into the warm water I’m rock hard, and seeing Bentley’s cock dripping with precum just makes me harder.

He settles against the back of the tub and I slide between his legs, my back to his front, resting my head on his shoulder as his arms come around me and we soak, letting the warmth ease our sore muscles and relax our bodies, breathing in the lavender scented bubble bath Bentley added.

I groan when his big strong hand reaches down to grip my erection and he gives me a few slow pulls. “Mmmm, that’s nice.”

“I’ll get you off if you think you can get hard for me again.

I want this dick inside me when we’re done in here.

” He presses kisses to my shoulder and ear, making me shiver as he continues to stroke me, slow and torturous.

My eyes close and I spread my legs wider, my hand reaching up to slide around the back of his neck.

I nod and whimper as he uses his thumb to toy with my frenulum, making me buck up into him and gasp.

“Yes?” he says, on a husky chuckle, and I nod, unable to speak. Jesus this man is a menace in bed and fucking loves to torture me. He presses more soft, wet kisses to my heated skin as I thrust up into his hand, chasing my pleasure.

He doesn’t say a word, just keeps moving his hand, twisting his wrist on each upstroke, rubbing his thumb over my slit, driving me wild.

Then he’s sliding his hand under my ass and slipping two fingers inside my hole, making me nearly shout as his other hand moves down to my balls and he rolls them in his hand, before tugging.

“Oh God,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, Bentley.” I’m being impaled by his fingers and encased by his incredible hands on both ends as he works me, bringing me untold pleasure, and my body is shaking as my balls draw up and he pegs my sweet spot over and over as he plays with my sack. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby,” I whine.

When he squeezes my balls it’s game over, and I shout my release as my cock pulses untouched into the warm, soapy water, my ass clenching around his fingers still inside me.

Then I’m breathing heavily as he releases me and I settle against him, aftershocks of pleasure working through me as his arms wrap around me.

I jolt and gasp when he runs his fingers down my over-sensitive cock and balls, purring into my ear.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come, darling. ”

His words have another shiver running down my spine, and he cups my balls, just holding them gently now, while we sit, his aching cock pressed against my backside.

He nuzzles my neck with his nose and breathes me in, and for whatever reason I find his big hand cupping my balls to be incredibly erotic, and comforting at the same time, like he’s telling me he’s got me, and I’m safe, but also telling me I belong to him.

After a few more moments he starts to wash me off, and then I do the same to him, before we climb out. I shriek when he scoops me into his strong arms right after we’ve finished drying off and carries me to the bed, before tossing me on top of it. Fuck, that was hot.

“Okay, you should definitely do that more often,” I tell him, and he chuckles as he climbs on the bed and hovers over me. He kisses me slow and languid, until I’m hard once more, and leaking onto my belly.

“Wait,” I say. “You need your panties, and I have something for you, too.”

He sits back and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

I grin and roll out of bed. “You’ll see.”

I make my way to the closet we now share and pull out a package that I then bring back to the bed with me as he opens the dresser drawer and pulls out a sheer black thong that has my mouth watering and my dick twitching. Fuck, watching him put it on is almost as sexy as watching him take them off.

When he turns and looks at me, his perfect cock straining against the material, a wet spot already forming, his long hair still damp and falling over his shoulders, those blue eyes fixed on me, I nearly lose the ability to speak.

“Get over here,” I tell him, holding my arms out for him, and beckoning to him, suddenly desperate with the need to touch, to feel, to hold.

He climbs on the bed once more and starts kissing me again as I fall down on my back and he hovers over me, his dick sliding against mine and making us both moan. We make out for a bit, dry humping each other, before he pulls back and stares down at me.

“You wanted to give me something?” he asks, and I blink, dazed from his kisses and the way his body feels against mine.

“Mmmm,” I mumble, as I reach next to me and grab the package, handing it to him.

He sits back and tears it open, grinning when he pulls out the cowboy hat I got him.

He doesn’t hesitate to place it on his head, and my body turns to mush when he looks at me with those long eyelashes fluttering, his bicep bulging and his leaking cock still covered in that sexy as fuck thong. Holy hell, what a sight.

“Shit, cowboy, you’re gonna be the death of me,” I murmur, making grabby hands at him to get him to come back to me. Fuck, I feel like my whole world is in those cornflower eyes and that bright smile.

He kneels between my splayed thighs and presses kisses to my cock and balls, making me suck in a breath.

“I was thinking,” he says, in between kisses and nuzzling me with his nose, “that you could rim me, and spank me, and then you can pick how you want to fuck me. On my back, or on all fours, or riding you.”

I shiver and nod, and he pulls back. I almost whimper at the lack of attention to my cock and balls, but sit up as he gets into position on his hands and knees.

Fuck, looking at him with his tight ass in the air, his cock and balls dangling between his legs, that thin strip of material between his cheeks, and that sexy as fuck hat on his head, has me feral for him, and I don’t waste any time spreading his cheeks and sliding my tongue over his hole.

I do it a few times with the strap from the thong still there, moaning at the taste of him and the way he thrusts his ass back, begging for more.

We both love being rimmed, but it’s one of Bentley’s favorite things, along with the spankings and having his nipples played with, and I am more than happy to oblige.

Rimming him with his panties on is something we haven’t done yet, but I am fucking loving it.

It’s like an extra tease to have the tiny barrier in the way, and he seems to really enjoy the feel of the material against his taint and hole when I use my tongue to press it against him.

“God, you taste incredible,” I murmur as I lick and suck and kiss and feast on his glorious ass, as he mewls and shakes underneath me.

I think my favorite thing is pressing soft kisses to his pucker that have him trembling and gasping each and every time, his pretty little hole fluttering against my lips.

I don’t slide my tongue inside him until he’s a whining, whimpering mess and has tears sliding down his cheeks. We both get off on making the other person cry, and Bentley’s tears are fucking perfection.

“You want my tongue, baby?” I ask, pressing kisses to his ass cheeks. “Want me to eat out this pretty pucker?”

He whimpers at my words and my cock jerks. “Please?”

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely,” I say, then slide the string of his panties aside before spreading his cheeks wide and sliding my tongue into his hole as deep as I can get.

He’s shaking uncontrollably and saying my name over and over again as I move my tongue inside him. Fuck, he’s delicious, and all mine.