93. Lolly
ninety-three
Lolly
We tumble through his front door, all hands, heavy breaths and clumsy feet. I hear the lock click into place behind him and grin against his lips. “Fuck, Bailey, I need you out of those clothes right now,” I growl.
“Shower first,” he says firmly. “I’m sweaty,” he adds as I grab at him, missing him by a few inches as he backs away from me with a glare.
“On one condition,” I say as I lunge and grab him around the waist.
“Shit,” he huffs before turning to face me. “What’s the condition?”
His eyes are dark with desire, but I love that he’s pretending to be unbothered. It’s cute.
“Once we get you clean, I get to have my way with you.”
His brows raise and I can see the wheels spinning as his cheeks turn pink.
“Fine,” he says.
I kiss his forehead as he rolls his eyes. “Lead the way, sweaty boy,” I tease, unable to stop myself from swatting his ass on our way to the bathroom. Fucking perfect.
I toss the lube in the shower while he’s got his back to me, peeling his clothes off, before starting the water and working on undressing myself.
Bailey spins to face me, eyes wide, “You have to put the wings back on after,” he says vehemently.
I laugh, “I will, but you have to put your glasses back on,” I reply. Those fucking glasses. That ass. I can’t wait to get my hands on him.
“Deal,” he says with a grin.
I pull him underneath the water and kiss him, unwilling to spend another minute of this night without my hands on him.
He moans into my mouth as I slide my tongue against his.
I break the kiss long enough to grab his body wash and pour some into my hands.
“Your eyeliner is running,” he says, looking up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
“How does it look?” I ask.
“Fucking hot, actually,” he answers with a grin.
I laugh and then lather him up, certain not to miss a spot because I know my princess is picky about cleanliness.
“Fuck, Bailey. I can’t get enough of this ass,” I hiss as I finish washing him.
Perfect mounds of flesh mold beneath my hands as I squeeze each cheek until he moans.
I kiss him again before tending to myself, finishing quickly so I can taste him again. Hold him again.
My dick is throbbing as I pull him flush against me, kissing him breathless. My hands are everywhere, unable to find a place and be still, just roaming all over his perfect body.
He gasps as I rub my hard length against his. “Fuck, Lolly.”
I shudder, my need for him building to a point it’s almost uncomfortable. “Bailey, I need you. I need to taste you.”
“Oh god,” he groans, arching up against me, capturing my mouth with his again.
I kiss his neck, nipping and biting as he writhes under my attention.
Carefully lowering to my knees, I grip the backs of his thighs and slowly run my gaze up from his feet, taking in every inch of him.
Appreciating every groove, every curve, everything that is him.
And then my eyes find his, and I find myself lost in those emerald skies.
Unable to look away, I grab his dick and plant a kiss to the tip.
“Fuck,” he mewls, lashes fluttering.
I pull him into my mouth, sucking and licking the tip while my hand works his shaft. He tastes so good I can’t fathom ever going another two years without him. I hum around him, unable to contain this gnawing sense of urgency. I need to get closer. To have him. Claim him.
“Turn around,” I say, voice low, thick with desire. I grab his hips and spin him until he’s exactly where I want him.
“Oh shit,” he squeaks as he finds his footing.
“Goddamn, this ass is everything,” I say before biting his left cheek.
I spread him open before me and pull in a breath.
“Fuck,” I growl. And then I bury my face in his ass, licking his perfect flesh in a long stroke of my tongue before circling his rim.
He tastes like everything I’ve ever needed and I can’t get enough.
I’m starving. Ravenous. I suck and lick and knead his hole until he’s relaxed enough for me to shove my tongue inside him.
“Lolly, holy fuck,” he whimpers, legs trembling.
“That’s right, baby, I need you to fuck my face with this perfect ass.”
“Ah, fuck. Oh god, fuck, Lolly,” he sputters.
I stick my tongue back inside him, my eyes rolling back as he clenches around me. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. This need to consume him. It’s incredible.
“Y—you have to stop. I’m gonna come,” he says, voice quaking.
I smile, pulling my tongue back and lapping against his hole, a quick goodbye or, rather, see you later.
He spins in my arms and kisses me, crashing his lips to mine. “That,” he breathes against my lips, “was incredible.”
“You have no idea,” I growl into his mouth. “You taste like the beginning and the end, Bailey. Like everything.” I admit.
He trembles, whimpering under my touch as I grab the lube and begin working his hole open for me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight you’re going to strangle my dick,” I groan, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck.
We kiss under the warm water until he’s ready for me, but I want to hear him beg. Need it.
“Lolly, please,” he whines.
“Tell me what you need,” I say as I nip his ear.
“I need you inside me.”
“Fuck yes, I need that too,” I pant. “Do you trust me?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Yes,” he exhales.
I grip the backs of his thighs and hoist him against the wall. “Lock your legs behind me,” I say.
He obeys, lips parted in surprise, greedy lust dancing in those green orbs.
I pour lube onto my shaft, my piercings rolling under my grip, and line my crown up with his hole. I look at him, questioning.
He nods his head, as if reading my mind, eyes half-lidded and lips still parted.
I push past his first ring of muscle, both of us groaning at the sensation. “Fuck, you feel so good taking me like this.”
I bring my lips to his, a gasp leaving my lungs as he squeezes me against him, impaling himself on my dick.
“Oh fuck, Lolly,” he whines before throwing his head back against the shower wall, giving in to everything this is. Everything we are.
I slowly feed him the rest of my length, the world stilling when my hips meet his ass. “So fucking perfect,” I say against his neck. “You’re everything,” I can’t stop the words falling from my lips as I fuck up into him.
“Oh, god. I’m fucking, I can’t,” he mutters, digging his fingers into my back as he hoists his weight to meet my thrusts.
The sound of skin slapping, breaths panting, and soft moans dance around us. “Fuck, Bailey, you feel so fucking good. I need you to come, baby.”
He moans and then wets his parted lips, “I’m close,” he breathes. “So fucking close.”
I pin him hard against the wall, releasing one thigh before stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts. My movements are erratic, absolute fucking madness. A carnal force driving me from somewhere deep within.
He’s limp against me now, eyes rolling as I watch him find the edge and catapult over it. I slam into him through his orgasm and streams of hot cum splash against our chests. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight I can barely move. Like you never want me to leave,” I growl.
“Never,” he echoes.
An inferno builds low in my back and belly, balls pulled tight, a sheet of goose flesh coats my skin and my peripheral vision wanes as I fill his fucking channel with everything I have.
My dick pulses inside him until I can barely hold us upright.
“Perfect,” I kiss the words into his skin, hoping he absorbs them.
He unlocks his legs from my waist and stands on trembling legs, hair a fucking mess, lips swollen, pupils blown. Absolutely breathtaking.
I grab his hips once more, turning him away from me, “Hold onto the wall, baby,” I say softly.
He brings shaking arms to the wall to steady himself.
I lower myself to my knees and spread his ass wide. “Goddamn, baby you’re holding my cum so well,” I praise.
He shivers, unintelligible words floating across the air.
“This ass is mine,” I say before licking a long stroke across his hole. “Tell me you won’t share this hole with anyone else but me,” I demand between laps of my tongue.
He trembles beneath me, legs quaking. “I promise,” he says. “It’s yours.”
“Mmm,” I hum against his rim. “I want you to feed me my cum, Bailey.”
“F—fuck,” he stutters.
I spread him further and watch as my cum falls from his perfect pink hole. I take what’s mine, licking and sucking until he’s given it all back.
“Lolly, I can’t,” he cries, “my legs… jelly.”
I laugh as I give him one last stroke of my tongue before standing to meet him again.
He looks up at me, eyes hazy, lips turned up into a goofy, sated grin. “Kiss me,” he says.
And I do.