Chapter Three #2
“Little shit.” I kicked the door shut behind me and caught up with him in the living room. I tackled him to the couch and pinned him underneath me. My mouth found his, and I plunged my tongue inside. He sucked it like a fucking lollipop, and I ground my hips into his.
“Fuck, Keston,” he panted, digging his fingers into my shoulders.
“Yeah, that.” I pulled off my shirt and watched his eyes widen, a hungry light kindling in their depths. Those full lips fell open, and a red flush rose to his cheeks. “Let’s get to the bedroom.”
I knew that was what he wanted. A bad boy like me giving it to him hard and fast. But Bailey surprised me by wriggling out from under me. “What’s the rush? Want a drink?” He licked his lips, and my dick jerked. “I taste curry. I have beer if you want.”
My breathing now under control, I nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
This wasn’t one of those ultra-modern apartments.
It was older with original floors, crown molding, and had a beautiful bay window overlooking the leafy trees lining the street.
I wandered around the living room, taken in by the warm atmosphere.
Again, this wasn’t the picture I’d already developed in my mind.
“Here.” Bailey reappeared and handed me the bottle. He had a glass of Scotch in his other hand. “L’chaim.”
I tipped the glass. “What you said.” I took a swig and set it on the coffee table. “So you locked everything up?”
He smirked. “It was two locks and an alarm. I managed.”
I glanced at his front door, where there were numerous locks. “I guess you think I’m lax in my security.”
The teasing light in his face vanished. “You can’t be too careful.” He took a drink. “I’ve seen too many cases of people who trust blindly, to their detriment.”
“Your clients? You do criminal law?”
Lost in thought, Bailey didn’t answer me, and I studied him. Angular jaw, dark with stubble, high slash of cheekbones, and a strong nose. He must’ve felt my stare, because he raised his gaze to meet mine. “What? Oh, yeah. I’m in general practice. Solo. I do a little of everything.”
“Not many of those left. All the lawyers I’ve known are with firms.” My lips thinned. “Or Legal Aid.”
“Overworked and underpaid,” Bailey said.
“I did a stint with them for a while out of law school.” He finished his drink and set the empty glass by my beer.
“Are we sharing résumés?” His mouth kicked up in a sexy grin.
“Or body parts? I vote number two.” His fingers twirled the silver chain hanging from my neck and tugged gently.
“I’ve been waiting for hours for what you promised me. ”
The air rose heavy with heat and the potential of sex. My cock thickened, and I cupped his cheek. “I was ready when I walked in.”
Bailey’s eyes glinted. “I tried to be a good host. Didn’t want you to think I was only after you for your body.”
“I don’t care,” I growled, rough and ready, and he laced our fingers together and pulled me with him to the shadowed bedroom. Like before, he tugged at the sweats and my briefs, but this time I kicked them off completely and stood naked.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rasped as he undressed. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see the fire in his eyes, and I grasped my cock at the base.
“You want this, don’t you?” I stroked myself, watching him grow lust-drunk.
His dick rose stiff and full, and the ache of desire tightened in my belly.
I loved giving head, and I couldn’t wait to taste him.
“C’mere.” I held out a hand, and he moved closer until our chests touched and I could feel his lips hovering over mine.
Normally I was in and out, looking to get off as quickly as possible, but I had plans to savor Bailey.
I sank to my knees, and at his harsh intake of breath, I slipped my mouth over the leaking crown of his dick.
“Oh God, oh God,” Bailey moaned, his hips thrusting.
I clutched his hairy thighs, holding him in place while my lips and tongue played on his hot shaft.
I sucked hard and fast, listening to his cries and whimpers rise in the stillness.
Bailey shook under my touch, sweat dripping down his face, the pungent scent of him intoxicating. My head swam with desire.
“Keston, fuck me,” he yelled, tightening his fingers in my hair as he pumped out his load. Greedily, I swallowed every drop, and when he was finished, I sat on my heels and licked my sticky lips.
“Bed,” I croaked and helped him walk on shaky legs.
He lay with his face in the pillow, and I ogled him while playing with the smooth, hard globes of his ass.
My fingers teased along his crack, and he sighed.
I ran my nose between his cheeks and held him wide to lick the tight little hole in front of me.
“Oh God, you’re killing me.” Bailey’s muffled voice spurred me on, and I slid my tongue in deep before sucking at the wet opening.
“Taste so fucking good. Can’t wait to stick my cock in here. You want that, don’t you?” I put a finger in my mouth to wet it, and eased it inside him.
“Yes, please. More. More,” he cried out, working himself on my finger.
“This is only one finger. Imagine what my dick is gonna feel like in there.”
“Stuff is in the drawer. Do it already.”
I reached out and found the lube and condoms. I’d never sheathed and slicked myself so quickly. Bailey positioned himself on all fours, and I circled the damp hole, then sank into him fully, grinning at his hiss.
“Like that?” Damn, he squeezed me like a fucking python.
An explosion of heat wrapped around my shaft, and I willingly walked into that inferno.
I rolled my hips, and Bailey rose higher on his knees and elbows.
I grabbed him, and we fell into a rhythm where I gave and he took.
There was no doubt that Bailey controlled the pace, meeting each push into him by tipping that gorgeous ass higher.
“Harder. Yeah, like that. Harder.”
“I should’ve known you’d be mouthy as fuck,” I grunted and pumped hard and fast. His moans of pleasure rose loud, and it was a fucking turn-on.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Do it. Fuck me till I’m done.”
I dug my fingers into his hips to hold him steady as I slammed into him over and over, my dick swollen and aching.
“Like that? Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sweat blinded me, and my heart drummed a pounding beat.
Everything centered at this moment. The bed creaked as I thrust into him, and my dick swelled, trapped in that slick passage.
“You like that, don’t you?” Funny how it wasn’t only about my pleasure and getting off.
I needed to know Bailey was feeling it too.
“Don’t you? Tell me,” I demanded, driving in deeper.
“Yes, oh God, yes. Keston,” he wailed. “Fuck, oh fuck. I’m coming again.” The feel of his twitching body beneath me broke me apart and I came, white light blinding me. I collapsed on top of him, still buried in his ass.
“Jesus, am I dead?” I muttered. My head buzzed as if a swarm of bees lived inside it, and I couldn’t move.
“I hope not. You’re too heavy to move.”
I cracked an eye open. With my breath finally steady, I slid out of Bailey, making sure to get the condom and toss it into the garbage.
“That was…something,” Bailey murmured.
Something else, I wanted to say.
“Stay the night?” he asked on a yawn.
I’d usually say no, but the bed was damn comfortable, and I had a feeling I wasn’t done with Bailey Marks yet.