I closed my lips, reverently kissing her once more before looking up at her with a smile. “Santa Cruz. Loma Vista, Class of 2009.”
Her eyes went wide, and she blinked. “But there wasn’t anyone named Bodie in my class.”
“There was. You just knew me as Diddle.”
Her mouth hung open, and a shocked laugh escaped her. “No way. No fucking way. Diddle was …”
I moved her leg, putting her foot back on the ground, but she still hung on to my shoulders. “Chubby? Glasses? Into Dungeons and Dragons? With an equally dorky twin? Friends with Rodney Parker since the second grade when he moved in next to us and gave me that stupid nickname?”
I rose, and her hands on my shoulders stayed put until I was standing before her with my hands on her hips, feeling ashamed of myself for not telling her sooner. She stood there, stunned and still blinking at me.
“Are you mad I didn’t tell you?”
At that, a smile spread across her lips. “How could I be mad at a guy who just ate my pussy like it was his last meal?” And she laughed, pulling me down to kiss her, running her tongue across my lips to taste herself.
When she broke away, she looked up at me with the devil in her eyes. “Now, if you don’t fuck me and show me what the rest of you can do, I might actually die.”
I laughed and bent to sling her over my shoulder, smacking her bare ass once I had her where I wanted her.
Everything was upside down — his apartment, his ass I was clinging to, my insides after the orgasm I’d just had.
I’d been diddled by Diddle.
I giggled at the thought of that and the fact that I was slung over his bohunk shoulder as he carried me down a hallway and into what I assumed was his bedroom.
He kicked the door closed behind us, and with his big arms wrapped around my legs, he tilted, dumping me on the bed with a bounce.
I watched him walk around the room, clicking on a couple of lights, as I stared at his face, looking for the kid I had known in high school. Rodney was my ex-boyfriend — the last boyfriend. And Diddle — Bodie — and his brother, Dee Dee, were always hanging around Rodney’s band practices or at his house. I couldn’t connect the dots that they were the same person.
When he reached back to grab a handful of his shirt and yank it off, I quit caring.
He had muscles on top of muscles, his arms touched with ink here and there. I itched to get a closer look. But that could wait. There were other things I needed a closer look at first.
I sat up as he walked to the bed, and I moved to the edge, parting my legs. My eyes were on his — his were between my legs.
His cock was right in front of me, tethered by his jeans, though I could see the bulging outline of it like a beast. I bit my lip and unfastened his belt with a clink, unbuttoned his pants with a soft pop, and dropped his zipper with a buzz I felt all the way up to my elbow.
He wasn’t wearing underwear.
The sight of the tight skin so low on his stomach, the V of his hips, the shape of his cock still tucked into his pants — all of it hit me with a shock that hit me straight between the legs, so I reached out and freed him, leaving my fist closed around his base.
The head was the same dusty pink as his luscious lips, and I smiled, my pulse picking up and tongue sweeping my bottom lip, as I leaned forward and placed the silky-soft crown in my mouth.
Bodie hissed, his hands slipping through my hair as I grabbed his ass, pulling him to me as I leaned into him, taking him as deep as I could, which was deep. Perks of not having a gag reflex.
“Fuck, Penny,” he whispered, his fingers tightening, pulling my hair just enough to sting.
I let his base go so I could grab his ass with both hands, guiding him, and he matched the rhythm with his hands in my hair, pushing me farther as my throat relaxed, his cock rock hard in my mouth.
He pulled out with a pop, and before I knew what was going on, his hands were on my face, his lips against mine, his tongue deep in my mouth, like he was trying to taste where he’d been.
“When I come,” he whispered against my lips, “it’s going to be inside you. Now, take your clothes off, Penny.”
My heart thudded against my ribs as he backed away. I didn’t have much on, just the bustier and my wedges, so I stood, smiling as I turned my back to him and folded over at the waist, unbuckling one shoe, then the other. When I peeked at him through my hair, his jeans were hanging off his hips, his hand was rolling a condom onto his cock, and his lips were pinned between his teeth, the line of his jaw hard and his eyes locked between my legs.