23. Bailey
twenty-three
Bailey
His name tastes good on my lips. New, but somehow familiar. “Shit,” I yelp. “This piece of shit couch just stabbed me.”
He laughs, “Sorry. You want me to get off of you?”
“No—yes… Damnit. I don’t know,” I huff. “It’s pretty bad.”
He slowly pushes off of me and sits back down before reaching a hand out.
I take his hand and he pulls me up, but doesn’t let go once I’m upright. He keeps pulling until I’m in his lap, straddling him.
I don’t hate it.
“Better?”
“Yes,” I admit. I’ve never straddled anything but a mechanical bull but hey, who could blame me? He’s magnetic. I never stood a chance.
“I like you like this,” he says.
I believe him. It’s in his eyes. His honesty overwhelms me, but it’s so damn refreshing I can’t help but lean into it.
“Thank you,” I hesitate, cheeks heating. “For tonight.”
“It was nothing. I mean, you even kept your drink in its container and everything.” His mouth twitches and then he smiles.
“Asshole.”
“You like it,” he says as he wraps his arms around me, palms warm against my back.
Shit.
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
He pulls me to him, his kiss gentle.
I melt into him, my hands move to his hair and I pull him even closer, unable to stop myself. Something in me needs something only he holds. I don’t know what it is, or how to reach it, but I fucking need it.
I kiss him deeper and moan when he meets my enthusiasm, angling his mouth just right. I feel his kiss everywhere. It’s in my lungs, in my mind, under my skin, and in the air I breathe. His hands on my back feel so steadfast it’s liberating.
I don’t have to be anything for him. I don’t have to be strong, there’s no pressure to be anything or anyone in this moment. It’s perfect.
“Fuck, green eyes,” he groans as his hands fall to my ass.
His grip is firm as he kneads my ass cheeks through my jeans. I moan, unable to contain the sounds that echo around us. Sounds only he can draw from me.
“Eep!” I squeal as I’m hoisted into the air with no warning. He holds me tightly to him, hands tight on my ass as he spins around and gently places me on the couch where he had just been.
He laughs at my outburst before he’s kissing me again. He’s leaning over me, hands on either side of my head for support. What the fuck is he doing to me?
He swiftly slides my jeans down my thighs. My cock springs free, slapping my abdomen.
I pull in a shuddering breath as he brings his mouth to my length, watching me through his dark lashes. Eyes half-lidded and mouth open, he lets his warm exhales caress my sensitive flesh.
Fuck.
He takes my head into his mouth and I moan. I’m short-circuiting, my brain threatening to go offline entirely.
Holy shit this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Lolly,” I mewl.
He moans and the vibrations send fucking waves of pleasure straight to my balls and up my spine.
He licks and sucks and fucks me with his mouth.
I might not survive this.
His mouth is a universe in and of itself and I’ll be damned if I ever fucking leave.
“Oh, fuck,” I whine when he takes all of me. It’s too much. It’s too much and too good and not enough all at the same time.
I am losing my fucking mind in this man’s throat and I honestly don’t care if I ever come back down from whatever cloud he’s sent me to.
He gently massages my balls without slowing his pace and I fucking come undone.
I am sloppy.
Filthy.
And I love it.
My hips thrust in an unhinged rhythm as my grip on the couch tightens.
As if he could feel me getting too close to the edge he slows, looking up at me as he tongues that sweet spot under my head. My eyes roll back. I probably look ridiculous—fucking posessed—but all the fucks I had to give left the building when he got on his knees.
His hand takes over where his mouth had been as he looks up at me, “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes.”
Yes the fuck I am. Please don’t stop. I have to fight to keep the pleas from leaving my throat.
He smiles, dragging his tongue across my balls and up my shaft before he’s kissing me again.
He tastes of salt, and him, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
Oh, god.
“Fuck,” I whine.
“Green eyes,” he says, lips brushing mine. “I need you on my tongue.”
My breath seizes in my chest as I find his gaze, wondering if I misheard him.
“Wha—what?” I sputter.
“I need you,” kiss, “on my,” kiss, “tongue.”
“Oh.”
“Would you be opposed to something like that?” He taunts.
“No,” I whisper. I shiver as chills run down my spine. Memories of the first time I heard those words wrap around me.
His smile widens and he kisses me again.
He watches me tentatively as he kisses his way down my chest and abdomen, like he’s waiting for permission.
I lift my hips in answer, unable to control myself, and he grins.
His eyes fall to my hard cock, then back to mine, his gaze leaving heat in its wake. He looks like a man starved.
Hungry.
He picks up where he left off, that blindingly good mixture of his hands and his mouth.
Oh my fuck.
“Mmm,” he moans and I feel it. I feel it everywhere. He is everywhere. It’s just me and Oliver and nothing else fucking matters because this is utopia.
I don’t know if my eyes are closed or if I’m suddenly blind—but I don’t care. Heat that burns like ice forms at the base of my spine, weaving its way from the core of me, up into my balls and wrapping around my dick.
“Oliver.” It’s a plea. It’s an awakening and an undoing. A beginning and an end.
My heart pounds behind my chest like it, too, wants to be in his mouth. Can’t blame him.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Oliver,” I manage through panting breaths. Breaths that no longer deliver what I need, breaths that only push me closer to the edge.
To the end.
I don’t want this to end but I need to come.
Oh, god.
I fucking explode.
I paint the back of his throat with my release and he takes it. Every last fucking drop, without hesitation. He carries me until the last drop I have to give is emptied from me.
“Holy shit,” I manage to say as my head lolls back, jaw slack, possibly drooling. One can’t be too sure at times like this.
My brain gathers enough information to let me know that he’s taken a seat beside me.
Is he laughing?
“Are you laughing?” I ask in disbelief.
“Nope. I’d never.”
He’s definitely laughing.