Page 43 of Under Rusted Stars

“I am resting,” I say. “I’ll rest better knowing that you are less stressed.”

“Are these the drugs asking, or you?”

“Me. I have wanted to since Friday," I laugh.

“Okay, but I might cry if you edge me,” he says, and I giggle.

“I won’t. I promise,” I say.

Bodhi smiles at me for a second before getting up and going to the closet. That must be where he stored it. He takes a box out, and inside is the toy and a bottle of lubricant. He brings both over and lays them on the bed next to me before stepping back.

“The fact I am trusting you with my dick while on drugs should tell you how much I care about you,” Bodhi muses as he slowly takes his boxers down. When they hit the floor, I scan his body, admiring him.

His cock is absolutely massive. It’s big enough that it would take me time to get used to. Sucking his cock would be difficult because of his girth. It’s the type of dick you only hear about and see in porn, but I get one attached to the sweetest man I’ve ever met.

Bodhi lies next to me, and I prop myself up on my elbow. This lets him move his arm under me so I can move closer to him. I am gentle with how I move my body so that I am not in pain.

I start by flipping the bottle of lubricant open, and drizzling it on his cock. His hips jerk slightly, but he continues to trail his fingertips up and down my back. I look at him and smile sweetly as I wrap my hand around his cock the best I can. A groan rumbles in his chest when I focus on the head, so I lightly kiss him.

“You’re all mine,” I mutter against his lips.

“All yours,” he pants.

“You want to come for me, don’t you?”

“Yes! God, yes. I want to come!” he moans. I am going so slow that his thighs are shaking.

“Beg,” I command with a smile.

“Oh, you brat,” he groans.

“Beg me for it, Bodhi,” I encourage him.

“Please, make me come,” he gasps.

“Beg me, baby,” I say again.

“Please… Let me come! Please let me come!”

“Good boy,” I say with a grin, kissing him.

“I’ll remember this,” he says, his hips jerking.

“You’re so close, baby. Come for me. Tell me you want me to milk your cock dry,” I command him gently.

“God, yes. Please,” he moans, his hips starting to rock. I’m building it slowly, and he is out of his mind with pleasure right now.

“Over and over,” I say.

“Yes. Please, yes!”

“Until you beg me to stop,” I say. “You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes. Please, don’t stop!” he moans.

“Have you been a good boy, Bodhi?” I ask sweetly. “Tell me how good you’ve been.”

“I am. I’m a good boy. Fuck, you’re such a brat,” he moans. “Please, don’t stop. Oh my God, I’m coming. Yes… Fuuuck, Liv!”