Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Remington
I follow Bailey down the hallway to his room.
He flicks on a small lamp that sits on his bedside table, basking the room in a low, warm light.
When he turns to face me, his eyes, filled with heat, dance from my face down my body, stopping at my hard cock, which I’m pretty sure is trying to punch a hole through my denim.
I want him so bad I’m practically shaking.
Closing the gap between us, I place my hands on his hips and slide my mouth over his again.
Within an instant, he’s moaning and melting into my touch.
My fingers slip beneath the hem of his T-shirt, loving the feel of his soft, warm skin as I inch up his T-shirt while I suck on his tongue.
We separate for the briefest moment so I can pull it over his head and toss the fabric aside, and then our mouths are colliding again.
Bailey stumbles as he tries to kick off his jeans without tearing our lips apart, cursing under his breath when they get caught on his foot.
I chuckle softly under my breath, keeping him steady with my hands.
My body feels like a live wire, buzzing with anticipation, charged with a desperate need to get even closer to Bailey.
I make quick work taking off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and when I look back at Bailey, his eyes are wide in surprise.
“Wow,” he breathes out. His hand coasts down my chest to my abdomen, my muscles rippling beneath his touch, and then my cock bucks, desperate for his attention. “Your body is…” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “Fucking incredible, Remi.”
I poke my tongue into my cheek, smirking at the desire in his gaze.
I hold my hands out to the side. “You like?”
“Do I like?” He puffs out a breath. “Fuck, Remi… I think my mind and my dick might combust over how fucking hot you are.”
Grinning, I lean down and tug his lower lip between my teeth before whispering, “Get on the bed.”
Bailey lets out a low groan and crawls onto the bed, nestling back against his pillows, giving me the most perfect view.
His long, lean body is covered in tattoos.
There are only a few inches of skin untouched between his hips and pubic area; the rest of his skin is a mix of full-color artwork and black-and-gray pieces.
“One day, I want to examine every single tattoo on your body,” I tell him as I climb on the bed to lie between his legs. “But right now, I’m too damn hungry to get your cock into my mouth that I won’t be able to fully appreciate the art on your skin until your come is down my throat.”
He lets out a sharp gasp. “Fucking hell.”
I smooth my hands up his thighs, and he trembles under my palms. I grip the base of his dick and wrap my lips around the tip. I suck gently, and he writhes beneath me. One hand grips the sheet while the other reaches for my head, his fingers threading through my hair.
I trail my lips down to the base, nuzzling his tight sac with my nose and taking a deep inhale.
“Mmm, your cock is as beautiful as I imagined it to be,” I murmur, sucking one of his balls into my mouth before releasing it with a pop. “You taste so good. I bet your come tastes really sweet too.”
“Fuck, Remi,” he moans.
“What?”
“Your mouth. Sometimes you say the most adorable things, but then you come out with things like that. You’re gonna kill me.”
I take his leaking tip into my mouth once again, groaning at the taste of his precome bursting on my tongue. He tastes so good.
I’m grinding against the mattress, seeking friction for my own throbbing cock. He’s all sharp gasps and deep moans as I take him to the back of my throat, my name a sweet hymn on his lips as I swallow around his thick shaft.
His fingers tighten in my hair as his thigh muscles tense. Sweat coats his skin, glistening under the low lighting.
“Remi, I… Ahhhh, fuck! I’m gonna come.”
Opening my eyes so I can watch him unravel, I suck harder.
He throbs against my tongue, and moments later, I’m rewarded with his come landing on my tongue.
I swallow down every drop, sucking him through every pulse.
The sight of him, heightened in pleasure, and the soft feel of his sheets rubbing against my overly sensitive cock is enough to tip me over the edge.
His spent dick falls from my mouth as I come, his name a husky moan on my lips.
With shaky limbs, I climb up beside him as he slumps back against the bed, chest rising and falling in quick succession as he tries to regain his breath. His legs remain spread, and the pool of my come gleams in the low light against his dark sheets.
“Fucking hell,” he pants. “I think you sucked my brain out through my dick.”
I chuckle, pressing my face against his sweaty neck. “Your brain is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He laughs, a sound that makes me feel like a champion every time I hear it. He wraps his arms around me, fingers tracing idly against my bare shoulder.
“We’re doing this all backwards,” he says, so quietly I almost miss it.
I lift my head, resting it against the pillow so I can look at him. “No, we’re not. We’re doing what’s right for us.”
He hums, like maybe he doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t say anything for a long moment. I want to squeeze him and tell him that I’m not going anywhere. That I’ve never felt like this about someone before. So strong and magnetizing.
I want to tell him I’m falling for him, but I also don’t want to scare him off.
Bailey is like a wild animal. A little skittish, always on guard, ready with the defense.
But lucky for him, I’m patient, and I’ll wait for however long it takes to prove to him I’m safe, and I’ll protect his heart with everything I have.