Out On a Limb(10)

Before I even have time to lower myself fully, Bo’s got both of his hands on my hips and he’s dragging me onto his face. His fingers dig into my sides until it almost hurts.

“Relax,” I breathe out as he burrows into me. But my smugness doesn’t last long. I gasp when his mouth begins working against me. My knees tremble, then give out entirely until I’m actually sitting on his face and holding on to the headboard for dear life as he presses his tongue exactly where I want it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper, my voice rough.

He reaches up with both hands, taking my hands from the headboard and placing them behind my back, holding them together in one strong, unrelenting fist. My body is entirely at his mercy, and I simply do not care.

He hums against me in response to every sound escaping my lips. A rewarding, prideful groan rumbles from the back of his throat each time I gasp, moan, or cry out.

I’ve had a fair number of men eat me out. But none have done it like this. Like they were truly starved for me. Like they enjoyed it just as much as I do.

Pleasure builds and builds and builds until I finally come undone, shuddering out one long, grateful whimper as I orgasm. Equal parts relief and pleasure cascade over me.

Bo gently releases my hands as he continues to lick me, sending shudders up my spine with each languid swipe. I wipe the sheen of sweat off my brow with my wrist, twitching as he works me over delicately with his tongue.

“I can’t,” I whisper, attempting to pull myself up and off him. Bo shakes his head between my thighs, groaning his displeasure at me trying to move. He attempts to hold me in place with a hand clasped around the back of my knee, but I break free.

He bites—not nibbles,but bites—the softest part of my inner thigh when I lift one leg to move off him. I yelp, laughing in surprise and sobering immediately, falling onto my ass next to the pillows.

“Sir!” I call out in shock. As in, how dare you?

I look over at him and find myself momentarily stunned. Bo’s parted lips are sparkling wet and slightly swollen, and his eyes are satiated. “Oh, hell yeah,” he breathes out a laugh, “I could definitely be into being called sir.”

I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but smile.

Attempting to catch my breath, I lie next to him. He moves a piece of hair out of his face before bracing his weight on his forearm to suspend himself over me and kissing me leisurely. I get off on the taste of myself on his lips, and based on the way he keeps brushing his tongue against mine, he does too.

Not long after that, I’m tracing his hardness through his boxers. “May I?” I slide the tip of my thumb under the hem. “Sir,” I reward him with only a hint of sarcasm.

“Have at it, honey,” he drawls, his voice arrogant as he falls onto his back with his hands braced behind his head.





CHAPTER 4





Bo’s dick is huge. I should have guessed, given the sheer height of him and the feel I got through his boxers. But I didn’t have much time to think ahead.

“Have you considered porn?” I ask, marvelling.

“Are you just going to keep looking at it?” Bo asks, voice strained.

“You had your turn to ogle. This is mine,” I argue.

“It’s a bit vulnerable.” He throws his hands out at his sides. “Just naked and lying here.”

“I could tie you up,” I offer. “That’s helped me with some of my shyness in bed before.” I look around. “I’d have to find some alternative to rope.”

“I’m not shy,” he says pointedly. “But now I’m definitely imagining you tied up.” He reaches for me with a hand on the back of my neck, but I tilt away from him, still unsure of what to do with this surprise.

“Be quiet while I try to calculate how this is going to fit.” I go onto my knees and sit next to his lap.

He sighs, placing a hand on his forehead, half covering his eyes.

“There’s just so much I haven’t done, you know?” I say.

“What?” he asks, laughing exasperatedly and running a hand through his hair.

“I wanted to travel, maybe have kids, learn how to make my own candles. I still haven’t watched all nine seasons of The Office. I thought I had more time.”

“Are you implying—”

“That this dick is going to murder me? Yes,” I interrupt.

“Oh my god,” he groans out.

“Do your hands get tired of holding it while you pee?”

“I’m gonna leave,” he mumbles. “I’m going to leave,” he says definitively when I press my forearm next to his lap for comparison.

“Sorry. Okay, sorry. Don’t leave. I’ll solve it.”

“It’s not a Rubik’s Cube; it’s my penis.”

“Can you not say penis? It’s not a particularly sexy word.”

“Right, because the rest of this conversation since I got naked has been so very sexy.”

“I see your point.”

“Thank you,” he replies, his voice indignant.

“Just… real quick… how—”

He mutters under his breath, reaching for the back of my head and tugging so hard that I immediately turn to putty in his hands. “No more questions.” He runs his thumb across my mouth until I part my lips for him. Then he moves his thumb between my lips and pushes down against my tongue, prying my jaw open. “Better,” he says on a sharp inhale.