Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,62

so gorgeous and rich, and you pick up three guys at a time without even trying. I figured I was more of a convenience to you.”

“What?” He sounds horrified by the idea. He takes a step forward, crowding me with his body and cupping my face in his hand as he stares at me with a kind of intensity I’ve never seen from him before. “Bishop, you’re fucking everything.” His words crash over my soul, and as much as I try to find a way to brush them off or diminish them so they’re easier to deal with, the way his eyes hold mine makes it impossible.

I swallow around the lump in my throat and nod, unable to form words while he’s looking at me like that. It’s too much and exactly right all at once. He looks satisfied by my response, crashing his mouth back into mine. I return the kiss fiercely, grabbing onto the front of his shirt and dragging him onto his huge, comfortable bed that I’ve missed almost as much as I’ve missed him.

I run my hands over his body, re-memorizing every dip and curve of his belly, every scar and mole on his skin while my lips imprint the taste of his. Our tongues slide against each other and so do our bodies, our cocks growing hard. I roll on top of Hudson, pinning him down and kissing him harder, my body heating with need as I let all the what-ifs of this new relationship drift away, getting lost in the now.

He writhes under me, threading his fingers through my hair and arching his hips up against mine, pressing our hard cocks together. I can feel the heat of him even through the fabric of my sleep pants, and it makes me even harder.

We grope, undressing each other in a flurry of hands and mouths and clothes flying every which way. I shove his boxers down and moan shamelessly when I finally have his bare skin against mine, as warm and familiar as his lips.

“I’ve been having dreams these past few weeks,” I confess, still grinding my hips, my stomach growing sticky with precum as my balls start to tingle and ache.

“Were they about me?” he asks breathlessly, a playful smile forming on his kiss swollen lips.

“They were about you. I would dream about sucking you off, having my mouth full of your cock, your moans echoing off the walls. I would wake up so fucking hard, and I would hate my empty bed so much.”

He moans, his cock flexing against mine. I kiss him hard again, shoving my tongue into his mouth as I dig my fingers into his gorgeous ass.

I kiss my way along his throat, nibbling at his pulse point and sucking on his skin. His body is warm and pliant under mine, his precum joining mine in leaking against my stomach, making me sticky. Heat pools in my belly and dances over my skin, my heart beating faster with every taste of his skin.

I lick and nip at his nipples, his stomach, his hip bones, his cock bumping against my chin and streaking it with precum just like on my stomach. I chuckle, running my hands over his thighs, pushing his legs open so I can settle between them.

I press my nose against the juncture of his thigh, dragging in a deep breath and filling my lungs with Hudson, sucking at the sensitive spot until he gasps.

Grasping his cock, I stroke him slowly, pressing a chaste kiss to his balls, just as high and tight as mine, and then open mouth kisses all along his shaft until I reach the head.

I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, moaning at the weight of it on my tongue. He’s so hot and so fucking hard, filling my mouth exactly how I remembered. A burst of salty precum hits my tongue, and I lap it up, dragging the flat of my tongue over his head.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps. “That feels so good.”

I take him deeper, caressing the length of his cock with my tongue until he hits the back of my throat. I pull back, sucking hard enough to hollow my cheeks, and then take him down again. Hudson tangles his fingers in my hair, panting and groaning as I run my hands along his thighs and over his belly, bobbing my head on his cock over and over.

“Come here, I want to taste you too,” he says, tugging gently on