Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,4

trying to put a real smile on his face.

He drags his fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends as he kisses me deeper, his tongue delving into my mouth, his body pressed against mine. Heat sears my veins, my cock hard and heavy, pressed against his stomach through my jeans. The sugary flavor of soda is on his tongue, underlaid by hints of his own flavor, just as sweet but far more addictive. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I moan against his lips as he sucks my lip ring between his teeth.

“Do you have anything else pierced?” he asks, his voice dripping with filthy promises that settle deep inside me and make my cock throb, precum leaking from my slit, making my boxer briefs damp and sticky.

I kiss along his jaw, scraping my teeth against his skin, and he shivers against me. When I reach his ear, I take the lobe between my teeth and flick it with my tongue until he gasps and whimpers.

“It’ll be more fun if you find out yourself,” I purr.

“Fuck, you’re a tease,” he groans, his hands sliding down to my chest. His palms graze my nipple barbells through the fabric of my shirt, and he whimpers a second time, a bolt of lust shooting through me, tightening my balls and making my cock give a hard jerk.

“Not a tease,” I argue, sucking on the pulse point in his throat as I reach for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. “I just think it’s more fun to unwrap a present yourself instead of having the surprise spoiled.”

Bishop gives a throaty chuckle, tugging my shirt off as well, dropping it on the floor beside his.

“So, you don’t send dick pics then?”

“And ruin all the fun of the reveal? No fucking way,” I joke, pulling him in for another kiss, because I think I might fucking die without another taste of his lips. My whole body buzzes as his tongue slides against mine, hot and wet and so fucking good. I need more. More of his hands on me, more of his mouth on me, more of his bare skin soft and sweaty against mine. I lift him up without breaking the kiss, and he gasps into my mouth.

He wraps his legs around my waist, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against mine as I carry him down the short hallway to my bedroom. When I reach the bed, I crawl onto it, laying him down and blanketing him with my body.

Bishop runs his hands over my chest again, this time catching my nipple barbells between his fingers and giving them a gentle tug that sends lightning down my spine. A low moan rumbles in my throat, and I thrust against him, the layers of clothes between us dulling the sensation but not diminishing it completely.

“You can be rough with them, I like it,” I say, kissing along his collar bone, licking up the salty flavor of his sweat and drowning in the way it mixes perfectly with the sweet flavor of him. He runs his thumbs over both nipples and then gives them a harder tug that shoots straight to my dick, dragging a deep groan from low in my belly as my balls tighten. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I gasp.

My hands are trembling with restraint as I reach for the button on his jeans, wrenching it open and yanking his zipper down. He does the same, freeing my achingly hard cock. We’re neither graceful nor patient as we both struggle to get our pants the rest of the way off.

“Holy fuck,” Bishop gasps as I finally manage to get my pants off and toss them, along with my underwear, onto the floor. “I can see why you enjoy the reveal.” He stares at my cock, hard as hell and flushed red, the tip wet with precum, drops of it still clinging to the silver hoop that goes through my slit and the underside of the head.

“You can play with it if you want,” I say, waggling my eyebrows.

“I definitely want.” He licks his lips and reaches for my cock, wrapping his hands around the shaft and giving a slow stroke. When he reaches the head, he runs his thumb along the hoop experimentally. The tug of it makes my breath catch and my cock throb.

He takes his time exploring it, gathering precum as it pools around the steel and rubbing it along the sensitive head of my cock.