Page 44 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

I remove my tongue after several moments, before reaching around to grip his dick in his thong.

“Fuck, yes, cowboy,” I groan as I revel in the weight of his cock in my palm as his precum soaks my hand.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. Let’s see if I can get your pretty panties soaked before you even come. ”

I sit back on my heels and then raise my hand, bringing it down hard on his ass, and making him cry out.

I bring it down again on the other cheek, and he whimpers even as he wiggles his ass, silently begging for more.

I swat his ass hard again and again, making sure I vary the location to keep from hurting him too much, and his ass blooms a beautiful shade of red.

His cheeks are streaked with tears, and I’m desperate to taste him again.

Without warning I spread his cheeks again and spear my tongue inside, and he cries out.

“Alex,” he chokes out as he squirms on my tongue.

“Fuck, I need you baby,” I rasp, pulling out of him.

I roll onto my back and pat my thighs, and he scrambles over, straddling me.

His weight feels so perfect on top of me as he stares down at me with that hat and the sexy as fuck tears sliding down his cheeks.

I reach up and wipe his cheeks, before bringing his lips to mine.

As we kiss I slip my hand inside his thong and gather up as much of his precum as I can, then use it to slick up his pucker.

His thong is almost dripping, it’s so wet, and it’s a sight to behold.

“You’re so damn beautiful, baby,” I tell him, then use more of his precum as lube to slick up my cock.

I hold it up for him and he positions himself above me, then slowly lowers himself onto my erection as I hold the string of his thong aside.

I fucking love that we use his precum as lube, especially when it’s his turn to bottom.

There’s something insanely sexy about fucking him with his own juice.

Having no barrier between us when we fuck is incredible, and makes us both feel that much closer to each other.

It’s given us a deeper physical and emotional bond.

I love coming inside Bentley and swallowing down my own cum when it slides out of his hole.

And feeling him shoot his seed inside me is everything .

I gasp when I bottom out inside him in only seconds, and then grip his thick thighs as his hands rest on my chest. Fuck, why am I so overwhelmed all of a sudden at having him on top of me, taking my cock so well?

I move my hands to his face and stare at those beautiful blue orbs. I want so much to tell him how I feel, but I don’t think now is the time. So instead I swallow and say, “Ride me, cowboy.”

He chuckles softly and then starts to fuck himself on my cock, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, all the power and strength, that raw masculinity, taut muscles coiling and rippling as he moves up and down on my shaft, his breaths getting faster, his eyes closing and his mouth parting, head tilting back ever so slightly, as pleasure consumes him.

He’s a vision to watch and I can’t believe I get to be the one he shares himself with.

I reach up and start to play with his nipples as he moves and I thrust up into him, and he moans, moving his hand to grip his hat, arms spreading to give me better access to his hardened nubs as if to say, “yes, please, more. Touch them more.” I roll them in my fingers, pinch them, tug on them, and he moves faster, his dick bouncing up and down in his thong that is so fucking wet I can’t see a dry spot on it.

“Give me your nipples, baby,” I rasp. “Want my mouth on you.”

He lowers his chest to my mouth and I swipe my tongue over the nubs, one after the other, moaning around them, before I suck them into my mouth and he cries out.

I love how much pleasure he gets out of having me suck and lick on his nipples.

His hands are braced on either side of me as I feast on the nubs, reaching one hand down to slide inside his thong, making him jerk and whimper.

I gather more precum on my fingers and then move them down his crack as he squirms once again.

When I reach his hole, I slide one finger inside, and moan as he sucks in a breath and I feel his hole clenching around the added intrusion, before he’s relaxing once again and whimpering.

“More,” he begs, and I don’t know if he means my mouth on his nipples or my fingers inside him, but when he shoves his ass back and wiggles it, I take the hint and slide another finger inside.

He rises, removing his nipples from my reach, and impaling himself on my cock and fingers, moaning so deliciously my dick jerks inside him.

“God, that’s good,” he says. “I’m gonna come, darling.”

“Fuck, yes, cowboy, come in your pretty panties. You look so damn sexy riding my cock, baby. Love how hard you are, how fucking soaked you are. How good you feel around me. So fucking perfect, mi hermoso vaquero.”

His eyes are closed and his hand is gripping the top of his hat as his body shudders and wave after wave of cum pulses out of his beautiful cock, soaking his thong and sliding down his legs and onto my belly as his hole clamps down on my cock and fingers, and I shout my own release, crying out his name as I do, my spunk filling him up.

Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so damn sexy in my life.

But my heart seizes when I see the fresh tears in Bentley’s eyes as he looks at me, his chest heaving.

“Hey,” I say, reaching up to cup his cheek. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He can’t seem to speak as tears slide down his cheeks and he shakes his head. He bends down to kiss me even as he cries and it’s so tender and filled with so much warmth it confuses the hell out of me.

“Bentley?” I ask again, when he pulls away. “Talk to me.”

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out, and then he’s pulling off of me, letting my dick and fingers slip free of his body, before he scrambles off the bed and hurries out of the room.

My heart is jackhammering because I have no idea what’s going on and I’m really starting to freak out now.

Did I hurt him? Did I scare him? What the fuck is he doing?

I swallow and sit up when he comes back a second later holding his phone in one hand and typing something, my phone in his other hand.

He finishes typing and then climbs back on the bed, still wearing his cum soaked thong and cowboy hat, my spunk sliding down his legs.

He hands me my phone before he wipes tears from his eyes. What the fuck?

I take it, and see that I have a new message from him. I open it, and stare, tears starting to fill my eyes now too, as a smile spreads across my face and I let out a laugh. “Really?” I say, looking at him, and he nods, wiping more tears away.

“I love you, too, cowboy,” I tell him, and he’s kissing me again in a heartbeat.

Bentley

A week later, we’re gathered at the community pool that is shared by the residents of the apartment complex, celebrating Isabella and Johnny’s thirtieth wedding anniversary.

There’s love songs playing from portable speakers, balloons and gifts set up on one table, and heaps of delicious food arranged on another one.

Scads of guests are escaping the July heat by cooling off in the pool and more people are visiting as they snack and drink.

Isabella looks lovely in a red and yellow sundress and Johnny wears chino shorts and a white short sleeved button up.

They haven’t drifted from each other’s sides once all evening and the party has been going for several hours already.

Alex has been introducing me to some of the other neighbors in the complex and we’ve enjoyed some time in the pool as well.

Tommy is sitting at one of the tables with Pierre on his lap, feeding his husband food as if Pierre’s a baby bird.

Honestly it’s kind of adorable, and they seem really happy now, which I love.

As the guests start to disperse and a slow song comes on the radio, Johnny takes his wife into his arms and begins to dance with her, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people who are more in love.

“Hey,” I hear, and turn to see Alex next to me, smiling. “They’re pretty beautiful together, aren’t they?”

I nod. “Dance with me?” I ask, and he smiles wider.

“Yeah, cowboy, I’ll dance with you.”

I take him in my arms right where we’re standing and hold him close, and as I turn slowly, swaying to the music, I catch Isabella smiling at us.

My chest squeezes as Alex rests his head on my shoulder and sighs.

I never could have imagined that moving to Boston to be near Peyton and start up my business would lead me here, into the arms of this incredible man and into the lives of these incredible people who have become more than a family to me.

“I can’t breathe, cowboy,” Alex says, when I press a kiss to his hair and squeeze him tightly against me.

“Hush,” I murmur. “You’re ruining the moment.”

He laughs and plants a kiss on my jaw. “I love you,” he says, and I look down at him.

“I love you, too, darling.” He smiles and rests his head back on my shoulder. And when the song on the speakers changes to Lover by Taylor Swift, I start to sing along and Alex practically purrs as the words drift over his ear.

“Love when you sing,” he murmurs.

Before the family parts for the evening, Isabella and Johnny open the gifts we got them.

They both love the blanket I made for them and are thanking me profusely, telling me how wonderful it will look in their apartment and how talented I am, and how incredibly soft it is.

When they open the gift that’s from all four of us they are both in tears, staring at the oil painting we had done for them of one of their wedding photos.

By the time the party has ended and everything has been cleaned up it’s nearly midnight, and I can’t believe I lasted as long as I did, and even managed to enjoy myself the entire time. I am exhausted though.

Alex takes my hand and leads me home, and we shower together, before changing.

Him into a fresh pair of briefs and me into my lacy purple panties.

We climb into bed and Marble hops up, and nuzzles her head against my hand, demanding attention.

We both pet her and she purrs before flopping down between us.

We kiss a few times before we link hands and slowly drift to sleep.