My Boyfriend's Back Novels & Stories

leaning in, like he was speaking directly to my body instead of me, he goes, “Hey boyfriend.” My body vibrates. We fall into a hysterical laughter about it, calling each other boyfriend and waiting for the shivers to pass. Standing under the shower does nothing to help the shivers, each time one person called boyfriend, the other shivers. “Now that you're officially my boyfriend,” he pauses, a huge smile on his face as my body vibrates. “When are we going to bring your things from your house?” he finally finishes the question when the shivers pass.

His mouth possessed mine, hot and firm. My hands slid up, fingers threading into wet hair behind his neck. I tugged him closer, a low growl vibrated in his throat. I felt him against my thigh, already hard. The wet cotton of his boxers did nothing to hide it. The blunt head nudged my skin, slid higher, pressed right against my bare center. My core clenched sharply. I knew I was too gone to back out of this. He backed me up slowly, gently guided me till my back hit the pool wall. Water lapped around us, forming soft waves from our movement. I spread out my fingers behind his bare, broad back.

I’d stared at them through a small crack before…but now, the pain fully hit. Toby. My boyfriend had his naked back pressed against her naked front. They were smiling and laughing as if they hadn't plotted my mother's mother. He knew everything that happened with her….so how could he ever….?

I put my hand on his mouth to stop him kissing me. After giving me a final pack on my lips he pulled back and touched our forehead. We both are breathing harshly try to catch our breath. He slowly removed his hand from my bosoms and hold me by my waist. "You drive me crazy day by day. You don't know how hard I am controlling myself." he leaned and kissed me passionately again. "I love you.." he whispered while touching our foreheads. He kissed me on my forehead while pulling back and laid beside me. He got up and sit to wear his tshirt. But I noticed something black on his back, between his shoulders blade, on spine.

My boyfriend. He said my name. Adrian. He said my name and introduced me as his boyfriend to the entire world. My breath hitched. My heart squeezed tightly in my chest, a mixture of shock and overwhelming emotion washing over me. But the greatest shock was yet to come. In the video, Damien’s voice broke.

"But you are my wife, how could you accept me being attracted to another woman." "Because I love you so much that I'm willing for you to be happy even if it's not with me." She started to cry. He felt obligated to calm her and hug her. It has been three years since he wake up and was introduced to the life Adora presented to him. But it was after more than a year and a half that he truly known the truth about his true identity. But being tied to a wheelchair Tristan have to strengthen his body. He secretly do some exercises to get fit and gain back the mobility of his legs.

He picked up the soap and it slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor. "Could you please pick it up for me, your highness?" He asked politely thinking he had got a clean mind. The moment I bent to pick it up, my boyfriend pulled my waist closer and before I could even blink, he slammed his cock into me from behind. I held my lower stomach and the wall for support.

Friday mornings had been my favorite part of the school week since the seventh grade. There was nothing more refreshing than waking up on a game day, knowing I didn't have to think about AP Literature for two days, and that I got to cheer my boyfriend on. Except, this Friday was the polar opposite, and I woke up completely out of my element. We didn't have a game for the next two weeks, and I was plotting revenge against my boyfriend with his other girlfriend.

Was I going to let him? But then, the image of Carlos flashed in my head. My boyfriend. My actual boyfriend. The one who said the bruise on his neck was from a drunk patient lashing out. The same boyfriend who explained away the scratch marks down his back as “panic reaction from an overdosed patient”. The one with a perfectly round bite mark on his shoulder last fall and just laughed it off like it was nothing. I blinked, and the spell shattered. “I think my boyfriend might be cheating on me...” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. They were not even meant for him, really, more like I was saying it out loud for the first time, just to hear how it sounded in the air.

And then, he landed himself behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his touch gave me the chills running through my spines but I enjoyed it. “Make yourself comfortable. We are now different from what we were yesterday,” he said. “So, that means you…you are my …,” I stuttered. “Boyfriend! Yes, I am your boyfriend and you are my rightful girlfriend here,” he said as he rubbed his hands on my shoulders. I had never bath even with my friends together. Not even with my best friend. But washing ourself together was making both of us so much comfortable with each other.