Page 24 of Hodge
Kemah
I wake up gasping for air. No. That’s not quite gasping. Is that panting? Why am I panting? Then I feel the wave of pleasure shoot through my body. My lips part as sounds come out. Am I dreaming? What the hell? I try to pry my eyes open, but there’s only darkness. Why can’t I see? This has to be a dream.
Another flick over my clit, and my body arches. Then I hear the groan. It’s Hodge, and he’s buried between my thighs. This has to be a dream. There’s no way this is actually happening. It can’t be.
I lower my hand and find a head full of hair between my parted thighs as rockets burst inside me. Instead of pushing his head away, I tug his hair, earning a growl from him in return.
As I come down from the high, Hodge slowly licks at every part of me until he finally pulls away. He doesn’t say a word, just crawls up the bed, drops down next to me, and tosses his hand over his head as if he never did anything.
“What the hell?” I mumble.
“Good, right?”
“Why did you do that?”
“If you heard the way you were moanin’ in your sleep, then you’d know why.”
“I was moaning?”
“Yeah. Sounded like a good dream too, but I couldn’t let some fake man in your head make you moan like that, so I handled the job.” My mouth falls open when he turns his head to look at me. Even in the dark, I can feel his eyes burning straight through me. Hodge moves, flipping the light on before returning to the same position. His eyes bore into me, and I found myself wiggling under his stare.
“It was a dream.”
“No, sweetheart. That was all me.” He moves his head closer to me, reaching up to wrap his hand around the back of my head, pulling my face closer to his. “Now kiss me.”
“What?”
“I said, kiss me. I want you to taste your pussy all over my lips. I want you to see exactly why I’ll be doin’ that again soon.”
“We can’t do that.”
“I said, kiss me, Kemah.” Without overthinking it, I lean in and press my lips to his. He shakes his head, pulling back slightly, confusing me. “I said, kiss me. I want you to fuckin’ devour my mouth with yours.” No one has ever talked to me like he does, and there’s a part of me that likes it. So when I lean in this time, I kiss him. I kiss him until I’m nearly breathless, and then he takes over. His mouth claims mine in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
Our kiss becomes heated quickly, and the next thing I know, Hodge is on top of me, his body fitting perfectly between my legs. His cock is hard as it presses against me, and I moan into his mouth. He rocks his hips, rubbing against me until I’m lifting my hips to match his. But as quickly as he got here, he’s gone.
Hodge moves off me and stands, adjusting himself before running his hand through his hair.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath.
“It’s fine. I get it.”
“Get what?” he asks, turning to look at me now.
“Why you stopped.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yeah, I do. I’ve seen myself, Hodge.” He huffs out a dark laugh before grabbing the waistband of his shorts and yanking them down. His cock is there, hard and glistening at the tip. I swallow hard as I drag my gaze back up to meet his.
“This look like a man who didn’t want inside of you?”
“But you stopped.”
“You don’t deserve this shit, Kemah. Fuck. I said I was gonna find out what’s goin’ on with you, not fuck you.”
“Well then, what the actual fuck were you doing between my legs?” I snap as I sit up and grab for the shorts he’d given me to sleep in. I sit up and pull them back on, standing to get them up.
“I told you why.”
