My Boyfriend's Back Novels & Stories

he said, his voice sounding annoyingly amused. "Good," I shot back, planting my hands on my hips even though my chest was still rising and falling too fast. "Because apparently my boyfriend doesn't know how to listen. What happened to taking a step back? What happened to not putting yourself in the line of fire every fucking second of the day?"

“Pull back… now take him deep again. I want to see your lips touch his balls." She obeyed, gagging softly, and Hale’s cock was already swelling back to full size, hot and heavy in her mouth. “Turn around,” her boyfriend ordered, helping her up and bending her over the arm of the nearest leather chair. “He’s going to take you from behind again, so I can watch your face.” Hale moved in without hesitation, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed into her again, already hard and thick, the stretch making her cry out. Her boyfriend crouched in front of her, holding her chin so she had to look at him as Hale pounded into her from behind. “Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “I want to see every expre

I am sore all over. When I woke up this morning I was greeted with well-toned abs. Not remembering anything from last night I pushed the body down and screamed. Thump. A sleepy head groaned and looked at me, realizing it is my boyfriend I quickly rush to his side of the bed. I lean over and smile sheepishly. "Sorry..." He blinked more than four times and sat up. "It's okay, you know," he hesitated a minute before looking at me again, finishing off his sentence, "we have school..."

"Fine, but you're carrying me there. My feet are killing me." I'm not serious, but Victor doesn't even hesitate to present me with his broad back. I stare at him, especially when he squats down. "Wrap your arms around my neck. I will carry you to the hotel, no problem." "Uhh...alright then." Who am I to complain? My feet are killing me, and here is the solution: my hunky sexy boyfriend. I wrap my arms around his thick neck, and he stands up with ease, his strong legs not even shaking from the extra weight put on them.

The same kind of careful he used for everything, like he was always aware of exactly how much pressure to use and where. The burning in my arm dulled immediately, the warmth from the kiss spreading down through my fingers and up across my shoulder like something was unlocking.I exhaled against his mouth. His hand slid from my jaw to the back of my neck and the kiss deepened, slow and warm, and I stopped thinking about wolvesbane and Lydia and Mia and everything else that lived outside this small bathroom. There was only the cold tile against my back and his hand at my neck and the way his lips moved against mine like he had been holding this back for a very long time.I had been holding it ba

It happened on the last shipment run I ever went on. My boyfriend and my best friend left me behind at the transfer station. I waited there for half an hour before they remembered they were one person short. Lawson called me, impatience all over his voice. "Why didn't you get in the truck?" "We're in a hurry for the celebration dinner tonight. We can't turn around." "Stop making a scene. Figure it out yourself." My mouth opened. No sound came out. Beth's voice carried through the line, clear and grating. "We're all adults here. Why does every little thing have to be handled for her?" "She has to grow up sometime." I listened to all of it and hung up without a word. The old me would have apol

Adriano said I deserved it for all the trouble I had gone through, but I can’t help but feel I don’t deserve it since the person in question never met me. “I can see you’re thinking again. Did I not fuck you enough to help you get some sleep?” I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled at my boyfriend. I glanced over my shoulder to see him standing behind me in nothing but black slacks that did little to hide his arousal. “Are you hard?” I asked in shock, quickly looking up at his face and then down at his cock, which was practically straining against his slacks. He grinned sheepishly. “This is because of you, baby,” he muttered, getting closer and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pulling m

It's a courtship of less than twenty"four hours that had already faced a work environment rule, and was about to face a crisis by a third element, which to make matters even worse, was a family member of one of the parties. I'm going to have to grab this man tooth and nail because by all appearances, the universe is going to conspire to try and take him away from me. As soon as we get home, around six in the afternoon, I go upstairs to take a shower and as soon as I come out of the bathroom I find my boyfriend lying face down on the bed, his back is bare and he is only wearing the jeans he wore during lunch . I stop while he doesn't notice me to admire this masterpiece, I forgot to mention h

For a minute we just stay like that, wrapped in the safe space that his presence provides me. "Where does he hurt most?" He murmurs against my skin. It takes every bit of non-paralysed brain power I have left to respond, "My lower back." He hums in approval and slowly shifts his hand under my shirt, connecting with my bare skin. My shoulders stiffen. "Uhm... what are you doing?" "Helping." He simply replies and proceeds to shift his large hands to the small of my back and apply a firm, rhythmic pressure right at the spot I mentioned.

Ben is here. His scent surrounds me, I take a satisfying whiff of his cologne and moan in content. My boyfriend is in my house. He was with my brother. They were talking like old friends. We break apart and grin foolishly at each other. I giggle as Ben rubs the back of his palm against my cheek, too happy to react otherwise. My heels add a few inches to my height, I press my lips to his in a soft kiss that soon turns wild and hungry. I missed this guy.