Chapter 15 #2
I reach up to touch his face, and when my pulse kicks up, this time it’s not for fear of being caught but from excitement. I stroke his cheek, his neck, my fingertips trailing over his collarbone down to the center of his chest.
I pop the button there.
Then the next one. I keep going until his shirt is undone, and I unwrap his mouthwatering body.
“Kiss me,” he says.
I shake my head. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you naked.”
My attention moves to his shorts, and I make quick work of them and his boxers.
Bailey stretches his arms over his head and smiles lazily at me.
I lean back on my heels and lick my lips.
He’s all wide, slender shoulders, a narrow waist, long thighs, and lightly shaped calves that are so sexy they make my balls ache. His cock is red and hard, resting against his gut, and when I drag my gaze away from it to his face, I can’t help myself.
I surge forward and kiss him.
Bailey’s legs come up either side of me as his fingers dive into my hair. He matches each moan, each stroke of my tongue, as I try to keep us connected and wriggle out of these damn pants at the same time. It’s slow going, but the minute they’re off and I line our cocks up side by side … bliss.
“Lube?”
He rolls under me to reach for his nightstand and retrieves it.
“Have you used this with Lucas yet?” I ask.
Bailey sniggers. “Careful, you’re sounding jealous again.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“It’s definitely an ego stroke I like, but not enough to make you suffer. Lucas hasn’t had the privilege of seeing my lube.”
“What about his?”
“I haven’t seen his either.” Bailey’s voice is teasing. “I haven’t touched anyone since you.”
I cringe. “I wish I could claim that.”
“Me too. But since you’re determined to discuss this when we could be having sex, did you, uh, do anything other than kiss anyone?”
“No.” I quickly shake my head because at least that’s something I can deny. “I didn’t want to.”
“Wow, you’re really into me.”
My teeth find his shoulder in a playful nip, and when he laughs, his lips curl up in the corners and his delicate neck arches back, and goddamn he takes my breath away. I wrap my hand around us both, and his laugh abruptly cuts off.
“Mm … maybe I’m really into you too,” he says.
“That’s better.”
“Or your dick. You or your dick. It’s a fifty-fifty ratio at this point.”
I thrust into my fist, and Bailey’s words die on a moan. Damn that spurs me on. I love making him feel good, I love the silky skin of his cock against mine, I love the little noises he makes and his grasping hands and the way his legs close around me, anchoring me in place.
My thrusts pick up in urgency as I lower my mouth to his throat. He tastes like bodywash and a hint of salt. Masculine. Delicious.
“We’re not falling asleep tonight,” I manage to warn him.
“No?”
“Nope. We’re gonna test out how quickly we can get it up again, and again. I want to blow you. And I want your mouth on me. And then I want both of our mouths on each other. At the same time.”
“Yes.” Bailey grunts. “That one. Now.”
“Now?”
He squirms underneath me, and I reluctantly let him go and pull back. Bailey pushes me onto my back, then grabs some tissues to give us both a quick wipe over, and I suck in a breath as his hand closes around my cock to remove the lube.
“Get your mouth on me,” I whine.
Bailey kisses my lips. “Like that?”
“Bailey …”
“Maybe you should learn to be more specific.”
“Fine. Your mouth, on my cock. Now.”
“Better.” He nuzzles my jaw, then turns and straddles my head.
Fuck yes. His cock hovers right in front of my face, hard and leaking, and as Bailey guides his dick toward my lips, I meet him halfway.
My mouth closes over the swollen head, and Bailey gasps, giving a little thrust. When all I can feel is his hot breaths on my skin, I can’t take it anymore. I reach down to grab his hair and press his face closer.
His tongue flicks out and laps at my slit, running slow, wet patterns over the tip.
Mm … yes. My eyes drift closed, and I let go of Bailey’s hair to palm his ass cheeks instead.
Damn he’s got a sexy ass. So full and round and jiggly.
I squeeze it as I take more of his cock into my mouth, humming around the hard length.
I’m clumsy and still nowhere near as pro as Bailey, which he demonstrates when he leans forward and takes me into the back of his throat. I almost choke, it feels so good.
I want to make him feel the same way. So even though I’m being overambitious, I tilt my head and take his cock like a champ. I coax his hips into a steady rhythm as spit builds in my mouth. His precum is salty, and it makes my head fuzzy to know he’s this turned on for me.
Every bob of his head brushes his curls against my thighs, and I can’t stop running my hands from his smooth ass down along the silky shaved skin on his legs and back up again.
I’m trembling, I feel so good. So full of him and this pleasure pumping through my veins.
Bailey starts to suck harder, making my dick throb, and I pick up the pace too. I gag on him, lick and suck and take every thrust. I love his taste. I love this closeness.
His head buried between my thighs as he feeds me his cock.
I feel amazing, want more. My arms close around him until he’s flush against me, and I can barely pull back for air. Who needs oxygen when sex feels this good?
My hips start to get in on the action as I suck one of my fingers into my mouth alongside his dick, then reach around to slide it between his ass cheeks. I go slow, waiting for a sign that he’s not okay with it, but Bailey groans and spreads his legs wider, giving me better access.
Yes …
Fuck, yes …
I find his hole and start to massage the skin, working him looser until I breach him. He presses back, forcing me deeper, and when I’m finally in far enough to stroke his prostate, Bailey starts to lose control.
He thrusts into my mouth out of rhythm and clearly not holding back. I try to keep up with him, to make him blow. I want to taste his cum again. While I finger his ass, I reach for his head, then hold him in place while I fuck his face.
All my senses are in overdrive, nerves humming, dick ready to shoot.
It feels so good I’m struggling to hold back, to keep my brain from exploding and devolving into the messy, incoherent state it becomes after an orgasm, but Bailey’s muffled moans and the slippery suction he has around my dick are making it impossible to stave off.
He needs to come first.
I relax my throat and force his cock down it.
The moment I gag around him, his dick gives a jerk, and then he’s coming. I gulp as much of it down as I can, chasing his cock as he tries to pull back and rubbing his prostate through it, until his body turns to jelly and he slumps against me.
Bailey’s hand wraps around the base of my cock, and he starts to stroke me hard and fast, sucking on the tip. My eyes roll back as relief crashes into me. Tingles race from the base of my spine to my balls, and then I’m letting loose, grunting through my release.
My chest is heaving when I start to check back in and find Bailey looking down at me.
“Tell me I blew your brains out.”
My laugh is shaky, and I nod. “It definitely feels that way.”
He kisses me, and my taste on his tongue … fuck, it does something to me. Something primal and claimy, and instead of hating it, I’m addicted. I want more.
“That was just the appetizer,” I warn him. “We’ve got a lot of ground to cover tonight.”