“Sorry,” she said. “There was stuff seeping out and I wanted to taste it.”
Fuck! “Don’t be sorry. God, Tessa.”
Her hands worked in unison together pulling me closer to unloading. Never, and I mean never, had a girl given me a handjob. I would have guaranteed I couldn’t have come that way. But my balls continued to tighten with my impending release.
I clawed at my shirt trying to get it off. Right now my dick was aimed right at her face as she watched it pulse beneath her hands.
“Here,” I panted handing her the shirt. “You’ll need that in about 30 seconds.” I did my best to smile when her eyes widened. “And stop aiming it at your face,” I chuckled.
“Am I doing this right?” she asked, and I nodded.
“Perfect.” I wasn’t going to lie. I’d have preferred her mouth, but she wanted this.
The thought of her innocence…never having touched a guy, never doing what she was doing now…well, I wasn’t a virgin…but I sure as hell felt like one. When her hand gently massaged my balls again…that did it.
“Tessa. Grab the shirt,” I grunted, and she never stopped watching as I shot one of the most pleasurable loads all over my favorite T-shirt. “Je-sus, Slick,” I panted, leaning over her to catch myself. I was dizzy now. When I glanced at her, I caught her licking some of my come off her thumb and my cock flinched in her palm already coming back to life.
“Wow…” she whispered, and a chuckle rumbled through me. “That was incredible Bodhi. Did it feel good?”
A raspy laughed gurgled up my throat. “Lay down,” I ordered and her eyes widened.
Chapter 17—Tessa~ O
“Lay down?” I questioned, my mind spinning with desire.
When I looked at him, his pupils were dilated and his eyelids stood at half-mast. But the rough direction in his voice left me no alternative.
“Tessa. I want to look at you now. Just like you looked at me.”
I grabbed the hem of my sundress when he started hiking it up and pulled it back in place.
“Wait, like look at me?”
“Yes…let go of your dress.”
A combination of his words and what he wanted to do caused a wave of anticipation to shudder between my legs. Slowly he raised the hem of my dress above my panty line.
“Bodhi…” I whispered. This was hard for me…baring myself like this.
As if reading my mind, he said, “Trust me, beautiful girl.” He gently pushed one leg against the wall of the boat and the other rested on the floor. When a slow smile crept across his face, I had to ask.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, praying he would touch me soon.
“Not funny …more like pleased.”
“Why?” I asked confused.
Then I felt his finger run the length of my panties starting at the top and then all the way down to my ass.
“You’re wet. You’re panties are. I can see it.”
He was breathless; being wet was a good thing. I could feel it. Looking down at me, he leaned up and inched the straps of my sundress down until my strapless bra was exposed.
“Did you like my mouth on you the other day?” he asked drawing his finger beneath the bra and over my nipple. My entire body shuddered and I nodded. He unfastened the front snap, and my breasts were free.
His eyes closed as if he were in pain.
“Bodhi?”
Slowly he opened them and an excruciating grimace crossed his face.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I don’t know how to do this. This is what I was worried about that night when I left you standing there.”
I ran my fingertips over his furrowed brow. “What is it that worries you?”
He brushed a light kiss over my lips.
“Going too fast. I want to fucking devour you. I want to taste you. I want all of you. All. Of. You. But I’m afraid if I start…I won’t stop.”
A soft moan rattled up my throat. “So don’t stop. I want you, too.” Truth. I realized he was hard again. The pictures of him on the Internet didn’t do this man justice. His body was spectacular—chiseled and golden tan.
Stupid insecurities snuck into my mind. My small breasts. My inexperience. The beautiful girls in the pictures. His experience.
Still naked and kneeling beside me, he leaned over me, circling my nipple with his tongue. Watching him do this drove me crazy. His teeth gently skated over the top and then he softly sucked it into his mouth.
“God, Bodhi…” I panted¸ arching my back up to meet his mouth.
He groaned as his hand cautiously slid up the inside of my thigh. My pulse quickened. I mentally begged him to touch me. Then…it happened. The coolness of the air hit me when he lifted my panties and then his finger rubbed my entrance stealing the breath from my lungs.
How did I not know that my body could feel this way? I’d have done this way sooner.
I opened my eyes. His serious gaze was fixed on me. My mouth slowly parted as his finger glided into me, and he took the opportunity lowering his mouth over mine.
“Mmmm,” I moaned into his mouth as his finger slid deliberately in and out…my wetness could be heard with the movement of his finger. Then it was gone and his kiss slowed; I groaned at the absence. But he captured the elastic of my panties and with brutal slowness pulled them off. My nakedness caused my heart to stutter. My first instinct was to cover myself, but he sat next to my hip and pushed my legs open. Was this what guys liked?
When his finger inched inside me again, I closed my eyes.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered. “Please.”
I did, but with every movement of his finger they instinctively closed again. But when his thumb grazed over my clit, my eyes shot open.
“Ah!” I cried out roughly.
He moved back to his knees on the ground and came up by my face, his finger and thumb working perfectly together.
“Tessa…” he whispered near my ear lobe as he nipped at it. “Have you ever come before?”
I bit the side of my cheek, embarrassed and semi shook my head.
“Oh baby. Don’t stop me…OK?”
I nodded. “I want to come, Bodhi.”
Before I finished telling him that, his mouth covered my breast and the pressure and pace behind his thumb picked up just a bit.
God, oh God. It felt so good. My abdomen tightened as waves of pleasure built. Oh my God. I grabbed his shoulder, clawing at it…the feeling almost too much.
“Bodhi, stop,” I whispered somewhat scared of what was happening.
“Huh, uh,” he moaned coming off my breast and sweeping his lips over mine. “Let it take you…don’t stop it…relax and enjoy it, Tessa.”
His thumb and finger continued their assault. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but knew whatever it was…was coming. I arched my neck back when I felt it possess my body in the most indescribable explosion I’d ever felt. Waves of pleasure rippled through me awakening a woman…a part of me I didn’t know existed.
“Bodhi!” I cried out and then bit down on my lip when I felt his finger go still. He rested his forehead on my stomach, which continued to tighten, and whispered something that I couldn’t hear.
I ran my fingers through his hair as he stared up at me…I brought my legs together as blood invaded my cheeks, slightly embarrassed at the noises I’d made.
After he lowered my dress, his powerful eyes focused on mine.
“Wow…” I said. “I’ve never…that was incredible,” I panted.
A faint smile touched his lips. He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles.
“Thank you, Tessa.” He seemed different…not OK? I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d done something wrong.
“For what?”
“For…letting me.”
“Are we done?” I asked.
Laughter rolled through his chest. “For tonight.”
Disappointment consumed me.
“This is where I may need your help,” he
said.
“OK. With what?”
“I’ve…uh…never really stuck around after sex before. This part is new to me.” He bowed his head.
“We technically didn’t have sex,” I pouted. “Don’t you want me?”
“Of course I want you,” he groaned. “More than you can imagine. But I want it to be at the right time. For you, for me. I want to take it slow.”
“Slow sucks,” I replied with a smile. But as much as I wanted to experience sex, part of me was glad he wanted to take it slow. It scared me. “Why don’t you lay down next me? Would that be OK? Is that like a really girly thing to ask?”
“No,” he said, grabbing a blanket from a compartment above. Then he crawled over me and spread the blanket over us both, tucking me in close against his body.
My body continued to purr as he held me, and I was quite certain I would remember this moment for the rest of my life.
Chapter 18—Bodhi~ Oops!
After leaving her a note and locking the boat, I drove to the house to get my guitar. I’d held her for the past two hours, listening to her breathe as she slept, but sleep was not finding me tonight.
The house was dark, and when I tripped over something in the middle of the floor, I smashed into the coffee table. I flipped on the light and found Elle, curled up in a ball, crying and trembling. Big black smudges beneath her eyes. Fuck.
“Elle,” I whispered, my heart broke and my blood simmered at the same time.
“I…I know,” she stuttered, her entire body shaking.
The damn white powder was still in its baggie except the remnants of a faint row scattered over the coffee table. I grabbed my cap and slid it on my head.
“I hadn’t done…done it…since Tess has been here.”
“Why tonight?” I asked, wetting a paper towel and wiping up the residue.
“Ben,” she cried. “Ben broke up…broke up with me.”
After I took the baggie and flushed all her coke, I sat down and pulled her next to me. “What happened?” I asked. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep her from shaking.
“Jax…Jaxson. He wanted to talk to me and I said OK. Ben wanted me to say no.”
“Elle. You’ve fucked Jaxson. No guy wants their girl to meet or talk to someone they’ve fucked before.”
She nodded. “I know. I love Ben, Bodhi. It was stupid, but he threw…threw up his hands. He’s done.”
Finally, I could feel her body start to relax against me. Talking seemed to calm her.
“He’ll feel differently in the morning.”
“Where’s Tess? I don’t…don’t want her to see me like this.”
There was no way in hell Tessa was getting close to this shit. “I don’t want that either. She’s on the boat. I need to get back there.”
She yawned. “You like her don’t you, Bain?”
Rarely did anyone call me Bain. “Yeah, Elle. I do. My damn heart is down for the count.”
She smiled and closed her eyes with her head still resting against my chest. “Promise me you’ll always be my friend.”
I kissed the top of her head. “You know that already. But you have to stop this shit. No more. And the only deal breaker for me is if you bring it around Tess. I’m warning you now.”
She nodded and closed her eyes. Damn she needed to stop. Even with her eyes closed, her body twitched.
“Bodhi.”
I squinted up at Tyler. “What?”
“Tessa just took my car. What’s going on?” he asked as the situation registered in my head. I leaped up, knocking Elle off the sofa.
“FUCK! What time is it?” I shouted.
“Nine-thirty. She came in my room. Said she walked back from the boat.”
I dragged my hands the length of my face as I watched Elle crawl back onto the sofa and crash.
“How long ago?” I asked.
“Maybe 20 minutes. I was lying in bed thinking about her being tearful and was trying to piece it together. Got up…came out here and it fell together pretty quick.”
My phone was on the fucking boat. “Can I use your phone?”
He disappeared to the bedroom, and I glanced out the front window to make sure his car was gone. It was.
“Here.” He handed it to me, and I flipped to his contacts. Nothing under T and nothing under A.
“She’s not in here!” I snapped.
He grabbed the phone and tapped the screen twice before handing it back to me.
Princess? I eyed the phone and glanced back up at him.
“Change that shit!” I growled and Ty only chuckled as I walked to the other room.
“Hey, Ty,” she answered and sniffed.
“Where are you?” I whispered.
“Bodhi?”
“Where are you, Tessa, and don’t fuck around, just tell me. Please.”
When I heard her hiccup a cry, my chest felt like it split in two.
“I just want to be alone,” she cried.
“Not a chance. I’m sorry. Give me the opportunity to explain.” I was so damn angry that I’d fallen asleep. Fuck! That I’d left her at all. I shouldn’t have come back for my guitar.
Then I heard the announcement in the background for the surf club and I knew where she was.
“Stay where you are,” I ordered, tossing Ty his phone, grabbing my keys and running out the door.
When I spotted her sitting in the sand staring out at the ocean, I was sure I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Her hair blew back off her face, off her shoulders…her long neck angled up at the sun. She was more stunning now than the first time I saw her in her pearls…standing outside of that private car. She had felt our connection just like I did the minute our eyes met.
But now, I worried…I’d opened up a new world to her last night…a world that any guy could expand for her and I’d be damned if I would let anyone touch her—not while she was here with me. There was nothing I could do about her leaving in a month and a half…but the time I had with her…she would be mine.
As I got closer, her puffy, red eyes spoke volumes and I wanted to kick my own ass. I came up behind her and sat down, pulling her between my legs.
“Listen,” I whispered into her ear and goose bumps spread over her skin as her chin fell to her chest. “Don’t let your mind go there.”
I felt her tense. “How can it not, you were snuggled together on the sofa. You left me to go to her?” It was an accusation but also a question.
I wrapped both arms around her tightly. “Tessa. You know that’s not true. I couldn’t sleep and went to get my guitar. You inspire me with new lyrics. You’re like my fucking muse right now. But…when I got there, Elle was on the sofa crying. She and Ben broke up,” I explained.
Her head rested against my shoulder and her body went limp in my arms. I took full advantage and drew her even closer.
“I want you, Tessa. And last night…was only the beginning. Elle is my friend and I care about her—as a friend. But you…” I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled her sent.
“I want you too. I want last night again,” she whispered. As relief washed through me, I was overwhelmed at how much this girl had changed my life. I’d closed myself off from love, from needing anyone. This was a brand new ball game.
As I warmed up on stage, my thoughts were completely dominated by Tessa. We’d stayed up pretty late the night before, and as she napped today in my bed, I worked on a new number.
She and Elle were stopping by later. I sat a stool next to the stage in case she wanted to sit near me. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I smiled when I saw Slick on my phone.
Have you thought any more about touching me?
My cock flinched against my jeans in anticipation. If my goddamn finger could have come last night as it was fucking her…it would have. Just thinking about her delicious wetness made my mouth water.
Not so much touching u. Tasting u.
I waited…smiling. Wondering what that did to her. I strummed my strings t
uning them up just a bit and felt my phone vibrate again.
Ladies first
Now… there were two ways to interpret that. Either she wanted me to taste her first or she wanted to taste me first. I was fine by either.
My pleasure either way. U sure u r ready for that
Derk warmed up on the drums and several of our groupies stood along the stage waiting for us to begin. Their fake tattoos of my name across their scantily clothed bodies did little for me tonight. There was only one woman on my mind.
I’m aching for that
I moaned out loud when I read that. I was aching now too.
By the time she and Elle walked in three hours later, I was ready to call it quits and attack her. But then I saw her wearing nothing more than some tiny jean shorts and a bandana-like tube top, and her hair pulled up in a messy do off her neck. Every guy in the goddamn bar was checking out both of them.
When she spotted me, something on her face shifted. A need in her eyes became visible and she looked at me like I was the answer to her prayers. I winked down at her and kept playing, barely able to resist jumping down and hugging her. But it was my time to sing.
Does the feeling inside you whisper or scream
Mine claws from deep wanting to break free.
There’s no doubt in my mind that you aren’t mine to keep
You want to pin me down like a moth
You’re such a shade of grey.
When I looked up, I saw her mouth was open and her wide eyes were pleased. I couldn’t look at her and sing a song I knew was written when she wasn’t a part of my life. Especially these lyrics.
False hope is all I have to give
You fade away and my interest is gone
Pathetic that you linger on a look…a word
Goodbye…that is what you need. Move on
Unable to look at her still, I finished out the song, hoping that she knew the lyrics had nothing to do with her. As I strummed the last of my part and Dirk closed it out with a steady beat, I finally turned back to her. She continued to be enraptured with my voice, and I grinned at her. I couldn’t wait until I could sing to just her.
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