Page 37 of Secret Admirer

I follow Josh into the now dubbed security room. Who would have thought I’d need so much? I feel like a rockstar or something. I’m no one important and yet someone seems like they’re out to get me or at least scare me for some reason. I’m not sure they actually needed my approval on which computer tower I want. I already said I wanted the best, what more do they want? I know I don’t want them continually interrupting me with every little thing.

A few minutes later I’m back in the kitchen with no Bodhi in sight. Maybe he’s feeling more comfortable after our talk. I don’t want to set out to find him and make him feel as if he can’t roam around.

Cranking up my music through the surround sound, I sing along to “I Need a Hero” from Footloose envisioning “Flash dance” moves as I clean up the glass in the sink and then the rest of the dishes. It’s one of my favorite soundtracks and it seems fitting I’m singing it when I see Bodhi walking around outside. He might not believe it, but he is my hero, and I’m falling for him hard. Harder than anyone who’s ever come into my life.

Opening the slider, he smiles shyly as he walks toward me. He looks around, probably to see if we’ll be interrupted again, and stops directly in front of me. Picking up my left hand, he smooths out my fingers with one long digit and then places one of the yellow flowers from outside in my palm. “Sorry I’m late.”

My smile stretches from ear to ear. I love that it’s Bodhi giving me flowers and that’s he’s continuing to do so even now that I know it was him.

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Hours later and I’m about ready to crawl out of my skin. The security guys are packing up for the day. They’re not done, but they’ve installed quite a few cameras and interrupted us no less than ten times. After the last time, I gave up on trying to get any alone time with Bodhi. We are sitting side by side, watching a movie, and I have no idea what’s happening because I can feel the heat from Bodhi with how close we’re sitting. I want nothing more than to feel the long fingers I’ve been idly watching for the last forty minutes, caressing my body. I want to rip off the shirt he finally put on and lick each and every delicious ab of his. I want this man naked and under me more than I need air.

The second I hear the front door close, I grab up my phone to enable the alarm and close the shades. No. More. Interruptions. In one swift movement, I straddle Bodhi’s lap and take my shirt off. Bodhi stares transfixed at my aching breasts that are heaving up and down in the anticipation of his touch.

Reaching down, I tear his shirt over his head and rake my fingernails down his smooth tanned skin. My fingertips dance along the edge of his shorts wanting to dip in and pull out the bulge I feel pressing against my core. I rock back and forth putting pressure on his growing shaft.

We both moan as our lips collide. He nips at my bottom lip and then soothes the hurt with his tongue. A tongue I want to feel somewhere else immediately.

Standing up, I pull my shorts and thong down my legs and kick them aside. Next, my bra comes off, and I’m standing naked before the most gorgeous man alive. I rake my gaze up from his parted thighs as thick as tree trunks to the erection wanting to break free from its confines. His abs tighten as if my gaze touches him. His chest rises up and down in a way that I know he likes what he sees. When I finally get to his eyes that have turned a deep stormy blue, and I can’t wait a moment longer to feel every inch of him against me.

Bodhi must see the intent in my eyes as he quickly shimmies his shorts off and falls back on the couch. Bodhi’s tall, like crazy tall, something I find extremely attractive, but I didn’t think he’d be that bigeverywhereelse even as I felt it underneath me only a minute ago.

Stepping closer, I run my hands up the thighs of a god. Any man would die to be as fit as he is, and I know for a fact he hasn’t been hitting the gym. Even on the streets, he’s taken extreme care of himself. There’s barely an ounce of fat on his body. He’s pure unadulterated muscle and I want to bite and lick every inch of him. Kneeling in front of him, I intend to do just that. I grip his cock, unable to wrap my whole hand even halfway around his girth and Bodhi nearly flies off the couch from my touch alone.

One of his hand’s lands on my shoulder. I’m unsure if he’s going to push me away or pull me closer. The other cups one side of my face and he brushes his thumb across the apple of my cheek.

My thumb smooths over his tip, my eyes never leaving his awed face, and collects his pre-cum. Bringing it to my mouth, I suck his salty goodness off and moan.

“Coco.” My name sounds like a prayer coming from his lips. He cups my shoulder harder. “Come up here,” he pants. “I need to prepare you.”

He’s not wrong. Bodhi has the largest penis I’ve ever seen, and it looks like it could split me in two if I’m not careful.

Climbing up on the couch, I angle my ass toward him, but go back to his cock, wrapping my hands around him and stroking. He may need to prepare me, but I have to touch him. Taste him. Dipping down, I thrust my ass in the air and lick a new bead of moisture off his tip. His big hand glides down my spine and stops to squeeze my ass as his breathing picks up.

The moment my mouth encircles his massive erection, Bodhi drives two fingers into my core. Pumping in and out, he scissors his fingers stretching me like you would a virgin. In his arms, I almost feel like one. I’ve never felt this way about any man I’ve been with. It’s not only lust that’s driving me to make this connection with him, but something deep down is driving me. Making me need Bodhi more than my next breath.

Slipping his fingers out, he circles my clit with my juices and plunges back inside pumping faster. His rough thumb finds my nub and circles slowly. My tempo mimics his as I try to swallow as much of him as I can. When he hits the back of my throat, I take the rest of him in my hand. Pumping and sucking to match his tempo, my core starts to clench around his fingers, and I can’t help but moan around him. Cupping his balls, I start to massage them and run my tongue around the rim of his now pulsing cock.

“Coco, I’m,” he groans, “I’m going to cum,” he warns.

Slipping him out of my mouth, I sit up and straddle him. Slowly licking up his neck, I nibble on his earlobe as I rock back and forth against his slick erection to get the friction I need. I pepper his face with kisses. Bodhi’s hands knead my ass, his fingers flexing on the globes. Licking across his full bottom lip, he opens for me and I slip my tongue inside as I slowly seat myself on his waiting cock until I bottom out. We both moan into each other’s mouth. It’s so simple, but it’s the single most erotic thing to ever happen to me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I slowly start to move up and down as my body tries to accommodate how massive he is. I’m full. Fuller than I’ve ever been before. The pain is delicious, and I know I’ll never be the same after our time together. I’m already craving our next time.

His rough hands encircle my waist as he helps me ride and grind down on him faster and harder. “Bodhi,” I moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

His hand snakes between our bodies and finds my clit and rubs furious circles. I grind against him as stars explode behind my eyelids. Bodhi pumps his hips up and stills, groaning as I milk his pulsing cock.

Resting my head on his shoulder, I can feel his heart beat wildly in time to mine and smile into his neck.

With me still wrapped around him, Bodhi stands and I clutch on to him harder. Loving how our bodies feel skin too skin. It seems everything about him is an aphrodisiac. He strides toward my bedroom and sets me down on the bed with my head on the pillow and I swoon at the gesture.

Climbing in next to me, he pulls me almost entirely on top of him. My head resting on his chest where I can hear as his heart rate starts to slow. Running my hand up and down his arm and into his hair, I start to drift off into sated bliss.

Bodhi’s hand stops tracing patterns on my back and his body tenses underneath me. I prop my chin up on his chest and look up at him. Everything had been so peaceful and perfect. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t use a condom. I…don’t even own them.” His chest rises with a deep breath. “I promise I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in…” He pauses and looks up to the ceiling as if he’s thinking back on how long it’s been, “at least four years.”

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