Page 57 of Rockstar Untamed
Tim, in the courtroom, had stated without hesitation that he wanted to stay with his father and Sailor. The judge had ruled in Bodhi’s favor.
Tim, of late, had begun to rebuild his relationship with his mother, mostly via video link and email. Gemma had moved to Boston after losing the case and never contacted Bodhi directly. It was Tim’s ex-step-father, Evan, who had come through for them on many occasions, acting as an intermediary with Gemma and now Evan and Bodhi had become close friends.
Bodhi stroked Sailor’s face. “Don’t look so worried, gorgeous one. Tim’s pretty clear what he wants to do with his life. He wants to go to college. Harvard. He’s already two grades ahead, and they’re begging him to go there. Unheard of. So, Tim says he’s going to live with his mom during the semester, then spend holidays with us, here.”
Sailor was surprised. “Really?”
“Kid’s had it all thought out for months, apparently. He knew before I did that we’d end up here.”
Sailor sighed. “God, we’ll miss him so much.”
Bodhi nodded, his eyes sad. “I know. Solly, especially, I think. But then…we could always give her a little playmate.”
Sailor chuckled. “I was waiting for that subject to come up. You think it’s time?”
“I do, but obviously, it’s up to you.”
Sailor didn’t answer him, just nodded, smiling. Bodhi studied her. “Reservations?”
She hesitated for just a beat. “Not exactly, rather, I’d like to get the wedding out of the way first, then the move and when we’re settled. My first pregnancy was so stressful at the start, which I know, was mostly of my own doing, but this time, I want to enjoy every moment. Except for the pain part, obviously.”
Bodhi grinned. “Obviously. Well, I get that, and I think you’re right.” He caught a lock of her long dark hair and curled it around his finger. “We made it, sweetheart. That’s what I keep thinking. We made it.”
Sailor smiled. He was right, they had gone through hell and come out the other side. Their lives were perfect…almost. The shadow of Claudio still hung over them, but Sailor had a plan to resolve that issue. She hoped she could pull it off.
Bodhi tugged her to her feet. “Come, woman. I must have thee again.”
Sailor burst out laughing. “Such a gentleman.”
In their bedroom, she pulled her dress over her head, and Bodhi dropped to his knees to bury his head in her abdomen. He pressed his lips to her belly, to each of the scars her father’s knife had written on her body, as his fingers snagged the sides of her panties and drew them down her legs. “So beautiful,” he murmured and then his tongue was on her clit. Sailor gasped and swayed a little; Bodhi always knew exactly how to touch her to make her head whirl, her body catch flame. He gently pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs so he could taste her, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Sailor moaned softly, her fingers stroking his dark curls, her eyes closing as she gave in to the sensual pleasure. He murmured her name over and over as he sucked and nipped at her clit, making it uber-sensitive, making her cunt dampen and swell with desire.
“I want to taste you,” Sailor said, and Bodhi shifted so she could take his huge cock in her mouth, trailing her tongue up and down the shaft, teasing the ultra-sensitive tip until she felt it quiver and harden, the salty pre-cum on her tongue. They made each other come, Sailor’s honey in Bodhi’s mouth, his seed on her tongue. She swallowed him down as he righted himself and kissed her mouth, his cock already hardening again. She hitched her legs around his waist and gazed up at him with desire-filled eyes.
“Fuck me, Bodhi Creed, harder than you ever have before.”
He slammed his cock deep inside her, making her gasp and pinned her hands to the bed as he thrust, his glorious face almost dangerous as he fucked her. Sailor gasped, the thrill of menace turning her on. She loved it when Bodhi got rough when he let his guard down and really nailed her to the bed, or the floor, or in the shower. She wanted him so badly, wanted to sink into him, be absorbed into him at those moments.
“Rougher, baby,” she encouraged him and nodded when his eyes looked questioning. He grabbed the belt of her robe, the only thing in reach, and bound her hands. His mouth was rough on her lips, her throat, biting down on her shoulders, nipping at her breasts. He came then immediately flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind, pulling her hair, so her back arched as he fucked her. Sailor was crying out encouragement, enjoying the burn on her back, her shoulders, the pounding of his cock in her cunt.
“Want me to punish you?” His voice was a low, sensual growl and she nodded.
“Yes, yes, oh!” His hips slammed into her so hard, she had to cry out but gasped, half-laughing. “Yes, that’s it, that’s it, baby…”
“When I’m done, we’re going to have some fun with a blindfold, and the riding crop.” Their favorite toy was the riding crop. Sailor loved to be whipped by it, but having the kids in the house usually, they didn’t have much opportunity to use it because it made her scream with delight when Bodhi brought it down hard across her belly. Bodhi also liked to be whipped during sex, especially when Sailor, wearing theirsecond-favorite toy, the strap-on-dildo, was pegging him, easing the dildo into his ass and fucking him.
True to his word, when they’d both come and were panting for air, Bodhi slid from the bed and retrieve a chair from the kitchen. Sailor, still catching her breath, watched him lazily, then took his hand and he pulled her up and led her to the chair.
“Will you be okay with this?”
Sailor hesitated. This was a new thing, being tied to the chair, but although she knew Bodhi would never hurt her – she had been tied to a chair when her father had stabbed her almost to death. Bodhi saw the hesitation in her eyes. “It’s okay, baby, we can do something else. How about I tie you to the bedpost?”
Sailor felt relief flood through her, and she nodded. Bodhi wound the supple leather strips around her body, binding her hands behind her, then slipped a velvet blindfold onto her eyes. “I’m going to touch you now.”
Sailor, trembling with anticipation, waited, her skin tingling. A thumb stroked across each nipple. She felt him draw a finger down between her breasts then circle around her navel. Gentle hands pushed her thighs apart, and Sailor felt the tips of his fingers trailing along the length of her inner thigh, stopping, tantalizingly just before he reached her sex. His lips were soft against hers as he continued the feather-light caresses of her body and the whole experience was so exquisitely arousing, that Sailor felt her cunt swell and throb with the need for him. She felt him push a dildo into her, slowly, an inch at a time, heard his ragged breathing, knowing his cock would be hard and proud against his belly. As the pressure and thrust from the dildo got harder, she moaned her desire, and as she came, she felt his creamy seed splash on her belly, his groans telling her that he was enjoying this strange new way of making love as much as she was.
Afterward, he freed her from the bedpost but asked her to keep the leather straps wrapped around her body. They crisscrossed her breasts and belly, and Sailor felt like a goddess as Bodhi gazed at her with pure love and desire in his eyes.
“My turn to be in charge,” Sailor said softly, and Bodhi laid back as she straddled him. She handed him the riding crop. “For when things get intense,” she grinned, and he laughed.
