Chapter 11 #2
“Yes. That. Which is totally against frat code and would be super cruel of you to do when my poor dick just wants to be played with.”
“I wouldn’t worry. There’s nothing idiotic about how you look right now.” Bailey chuckles and tightens the tie at my wrists. “How’s that?”
“Good.” I test it out. “But now I can’t touch you.”
“Obviously the point.”
He drags featherlight touches over my skin as he moves back in front of me again.
His lips find my throat as his fingers trail down my spine before coming to a rest on my hip.
He’s humming as he kisses me, tweaks my nipple with his free hand, licks a wet stripe from my collarbone up to my ear.
My body is thrumming, and if I had my hands free, I would have pushed him to his knees already, which makes this equal parts frustrating and hot.
I’m not used to giving up control. The types of chicks I go for let me take over without complaint, so this is …
different. And according to my leaking cock, it’s good different.
Bailey’s mouth finds mine, and as his tongue pushes past my lips, I let out a long, deep moan. I need this bad. Why have I left it so long to hook up? I’m hyper-responsive to his every touch, pushing forward to deepen the kiss, to take from him what I want.
He pulls away abruptly and starts to attack my neck with wet kisses that he continues down my pec to my nipple. He nips at the pebbled skin, and they draw tight under his attention as he continues his path south.
He’s holding my hips, thumbs rubbing against my hip bones, tonguing the grooves between my muscles until he reaches my groin.
“Please …” I beg. “I need your mouth.”
Holding eye contact, he runs his tongue over my slit. “Still think this is funny?”
I’m quick to shake my head.
He smiles, and then his eyes flutter shut as he starts to lick long stripes up my length. “I love this.”
“What?” My brain is struggling to turn over and decipher his words.
“Cock. The smell, the taste, the warmth.” He holds it against his cheek. “Mm … fuck.”
Goddamn that’s hot. “I thought you didn’t like bush,” I say, referencing the first conversation we had.
“Trimmed hair on the guy I’m with is sexy.” His voice is rough. “I don’t like it on me.”
He dives on my dick, and it’s so unexpected I almost nut right then.
He pulls off suddenly. “You need to keep it down.”
“You mean I wasn’t already?”
“I don’t think a high-pitched whine counts as quiet.”
“Ah. Shit. Sorry.”
“You’re forgiven.” He tongues my slit with a cheeky grin, then starts to blow me in earnest.
Gone is the teasing. He gags himself, sucks hard, licks around the head, and deep-throats me again.
One hand rolls my balls in his palm, while the other closes around my base and works me with fast, shallow jerks.
I’m trying so hard to hold back and not start fucking his face, but it’s almost impossible when he looks up at me.
His eyes are unfocused, cheeks hollow, chin and lips covered in spit.
His black curls are begging me to grab them and mess them up.
I’m already imagining blowing my load all over that crisp black shirt of his, when Bailey pulls off, sucks my balls into his mouth, then goes back to sucking me. He’s humming and squirming in place, the outline of his erection obvious through those tight pants.
“I wanna touch you,” I whine. And when I start to thrust, it’s completely out of my control.
I need to get closer, closer … I’m almost there. My grunts are starting to sound needy, desperate. I know I need to be quiet, and I’m trying, but fuck. The things he’s doing with his tongue are unreal.
Bailey’s mouth closes tight, and he starts to suck with purpose.
“I’m close …” I warn.
He pulls off. “Give it to me. Every drop.”
Yesss. He’s back just in time to catch the first spurt of cum as sweet orgasmic relief crashes over me.
My head drops back as I hold in a groan, hips jolting with a few more half-hearted thrusts into the delicious heat of his mouth.
It’s too much. So good. And when he’s finally drained my balls and I have a chance to catch my breath, Bailey pushes me to my knees.
He reaches into his pants with a shaking hand and pulls out his cock, and I have barely a second to admire it, long, pink, with a swollen head—the whole area completely fucking hairless—before his fingers card through my hair and he pushes my face toward it.
I automatically open my mouth, ready, wishing I had a chance to tease him like he did me.
The tip slides past my lips, and at the first salty taste on my tongue, my whole body relaxes.
It’s been too long since I did this, and I’ve only ever given head a few times in my life, but Bailey doesn’t give me the chance to doubt my skills.
I relax and let him use me. He thrusts into my mouth, not bothering to be gentle, and it blows my mind that I’ve never tried this before.
I want to touch him and can’t, and it’s driving me crazy.
It heightens every feeling to a thousand when all I can do is kneel there and take it as he uses my mouth to make himself feel good.
His panting grows louder, his grip tightens in my hair. “Do you … swallow …”
I never have before, but that’s not going to stop me now. I force him deeper, nose burying in his groin, and Bailey cries out.
His legs go tense around me, and he’s pulling my hair so tight tears prick my eyes.
His cock jerks as he starts to come, each thick spurt hitting my throat in a totally foreign way.
I try to swallow it all, but I’m caught off guard by how much there is, and it dribbles out of the corners of my mouth.
Bailey drops back on a long sigh, releasing my hair and leaving little prickles of pain behind.
I pull off and chuckle. “Good?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I lean over to wipe my mouth on his pants, then lick his cock clean.
When I stand, wrists still bound, I thank fuck for the muscles I’ve worked so hard on, because I’m able to do it without stumbling and looking like a loser.
I drink in Bailey’s long body, still fully clothed, and decide as hot as that was, I’m not leaving here until I’ve seen him naked.
It only takes one solid tug of the tie around my wrists to get it loose enough to wriggle free, and then I climb up over him.
He gives me a lazy smile. “Still here, are you?”
“If you think I’m not looking for a round two, you’re crazy.”
He laughs, eyes sweetly crinkled, and doesn’t fight me when I start to unbutton his shirt.
He’s pale and smooth, and I bury my face into his soft belly.
Then I strip off his pants and underwear.
When he’s finally naked, I stand there and admire him.
So beautiful. I don’t tell him that, though, because I know he won’t accept it.
“All right, move over.”
He wriggles to the side of his bed, and I climb in after him.
“We’ll have a quick nap, then we’re going again.”
“Deal.” He snuggles into my chest, and his eyes fall closed. “Once more should do the trick.”
Or twice. We’ll see.
All I know is there are a lot of ways to get off, and I want to cover as many as possible with Bailey. I palm his soft ass cheek as my eyes close, and I consider grabbing my phone and setting an alarm, but I drift off before I do.