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I roll my eyes. “Yes, you caught me. I enjoy a good sausage fest. I just want dicks piled on top of each other so I can stare at all of them, because you know, the penis is the most beautiful thing in the world. Yes, I love staring at the male genitalia,” I deadpan.
“Well, if that’s the case.” He starts to get up, but I pin him down by his chest, feeling his chuckle under my palm.
“If you want my tongue on your cock, I would suggest you don’t move.”
And just like that, the heat between us evaporates our jovial mood. Settling back down, Bodi touches my cheek, his thumb grazing my skin as his hand works to the back of my neck and pulls me down for a scorching kiss. He parts my lips with his tongue and gingerly tastes me, taking his time, letting our tongues mingle. It’s an erotic feeling, having someone else so needy for you, for just a small taste.
And there is something different about Bodi’s touch. He can be aggressive, but when he’s actually kissing me, or sucking on my nipples, of even licking my clit, he’s tentative at first but then sinks into what he’s doing. It’s as if he’s unsure at first but then he takes control. It’s hot having a man wonder if I like something he’s doing instead of being on autopilot, pressing all the right buttons, until it’s time to direct his dick into my vagina.
His kiss grows hungrier, and what I had planned quickly vanishes as I get lost in his touch, in his mouth, in the way we feel connected. His hands run up my side, and he mumbles, “Dress, gone.”
Thankfully it’s a sundress, so I pull it over my head and toss it to the side. Bodi took care of my bottoms earlier; I don’t have anything else to shed since I wasn’t wearing a bra. Bodi’s eyes widen when he sees my hard nipples in the cool night air. Sitting up, he cups my breasts and runs his thumbs over my nipples in slow leisurely strokes, completely focused on what he’s doing. My head falls back from the pleasure,andfrom how my heated center is being teased by Bodi’s erection.
His fingers work their magic as they pluck my nipples, pulling on them until I’m about to cry out, only to have him gently rub them, a cycle he repeats over and over again. If I have to say, I’m pretty sure Bodi is a boob man because the amount of time he spends on my tits is damn near lethal.
Instinctively, my hand goes to his head and pushes it down. I want his mouth on my boobs, not just his fingers. Picking up on my cues, he lowers his hot mouth and licks my right nipple a few times before completely pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard. His teeth gently bite down and I cry out, a wave of pleasure shooting straight to my pussy.
My hips start to rock against him, bumping into his erection but never hitting where I need so I lift up on my knees and tilt his cock up against his stomach, just in the right spot where I can rub my slick clit against it.
“Yesss,” I moan, my head falling back again and my hips doing all the work as I hump Bodi’s cock, coating him with my arousal.
“Fuck, Ruby.” His grip on my nipples pulls tighter, igniting a flame inside me.
“Oh God, I’m going to come.”
“Not . . . yet,” Bodi says in a strangled voice. He then flips me around so I’m on all fours. Is he going to fuck me on all fours?
Nope. He pulls me so my back is against his chest and grips his cock, so big, so ready, and poises it against my entrance. His hands move to my stomach where he slowly enters me and runs his hands up to my breasts at the same time, causing a wave of erotic sensation to stream up my body.
“You feel so good inside me, Bodi. So full.”
He grunts out his pleasure and continues to rock his hips against mine, hitting a spot deep inside me, causing my legs to quiver and shake.
“Yes, more,” I tell him, now holding on to the back of his neck while he trails kisses along mine, one of his hands squeezing my nipple and the other skimming down my stomach until he reaches my pussy. With skillful fingers, he starts massaging my clit and that’s my undoing.
I cry out his name. I can feel myself tighten around him as he continues to pump. Soft groans escape him, the rumble of his chest against my back, and then I feel him spurt his seed inside me, his hips never letting up until he’s completely done.
Breathing heavily, he gets up and pulls me into his arms. With a few steps, he is placing me on my bed and snuggling up behind me, his sweaty chest against my equally sweaty back. He nuzzles his face into my hair and takes a deep breath.
“I’m going to miss you when I have to leave for training camp.”
“Is that soon?” I ask, completely forgetting about his Olympic duties.
“Yeah,” he sighs.
“We can talk every day,” I reassure him.
“It’s not the same, Rubes. Talking on the phone doesn’t allow me to feel your soft skin, or smell your sweet scent, or be buried balls deep inside you.” He sighs again. “But the phone will have to do.”
He kisses my shoulder and I melt into him. “We can always do FaceTime,” I suggest.
“Wewillbe doing FaceTime, Rubes. I can’t deprive myself of your gorgeous face.”
How did I ever get so lucky?
Chapter Seventeen
BODI
