Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
BAILEY
Goddamn Chad.
When I first laid eyes on him, I never would have dreamed up the kind of guy he is. He’s everything surface-level I assumed, but that’s only part of him. The fun guy who’s loud and drinks and plays football and wants to hook up disguises this guy who looks at me in awe and calls me the sun.
My heart is belting out a rhythm behind my rib cage as I push him back and kiss him. I can’t help myself. I can’t hold off.
Tonight was supposed to be a slow tease, something fun and casual, but goddamn Chad … I pull back, my lips feeling raw and his swollen, and we stare at each other. Just looking and drinking each other in.
He reaches up to tuck a curl behind my ear, and I lean into the touch. It’s powerful, this emotion swimming through me, and I don’t pause to focus or try to name it; I just go with it. Following the need to be closer than I am.
His fingers brush my nose. “These freckles kill me.”
“I hated them growing up.”
“And now?”
I lift a shoulder in a shrug. “They get guys’ attention, so I guess they’re cool.”
I’m jolted out of my comfort when Chad flips us so he’s on top. His big body presses me into the mattress, making me feel swamped and secure and about a million other things I shouldn’t.
“Your freckles aren’t what got my attention. Only part of it.”
“Have you figured out what did yet?”
“Obviously I thought you were hot. And you had this snarky edge to you that I liked. You took control when we were together, and you weren’t interested in more, and then you bailed and left me with blue balls, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt on top of me.
So hot. Then with the messages, I got to know you better, and you’re actually really fucking cool. ”
“You’re really fucking cool too,” I admit. My fingers find the hem of his shirt, and I start to push it up. “This is in my way.”
He drops a kiss on my cheek, then pushes onto his knees to shed his shirt and undo his pants. He shoves them off, then lies back over me, grinding his hard cock into mine.
I sigh in relief at the contact, even through two thin layers of clothes.
“How are we going to do this?” he asks.
I grin, glad we’re getting back to the sex and putting a pin in all the talking, which I started but wasn’t ready for.
Chad giving voice to what it was that attracted him to me helped settle that tiny voice of doubt in my head though.
It helped prove my theory that he is in this for me and not my last name.
“I brought a certain tie with me that—”
“Yes.”
“You like being tied up.”
“It’s so hot. Do it.”
I laugh and push him off me, then grab the tie, along with some supplies from my bag. There’s nowhere on the bedhead to tie him up—probably on purpose—so I grab a chair and carry it over to set beside the bed.
“Sit.”
He scrambles to listen, and if he thinks being tied up is hot, it’s nothing compared to seeing this jacked man comply with my every word. It’s something I could easily get used to.
Chad plonks down onto the chair, thighs spread wide, and watches me walk behind him.
I wrap the tie around one wrist, then the other.
It’s not too tight, and he could easily get out of it again, but I don’t want to actually restrain him, just give the illusion of it.
It’s so much hotter to know that Chad is holding back.
“Mm …” He bounces his legs a few times, and I’m not sure if he’s jittery because of excitement or nerves.
I walk back around in front of him, and the sight of him makes my cock twitch. Chest flushed, nipples pebbled and hard, dick standing straight up and leaking a wet mark onto his boxer briefs.
The need to get him naked is too strong. I go to my knees between his thighs and reach for his underwear.
“Up.”
His hips lift, and I’m able to slide them off, and then I’m staring up at him, completely naked.
I shake my head. “And you think I’m sexy.”
We lock eyes, and Chad’s tongue swipes over his lips. “I’m suddenly regretting this tie.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I really need to touch you.”
I smirk. “Isn’t that the point?”
My gaze drifts over the plains of his body, shamelessly drinking in every muscle, until it comes to a rest on his cock.
He manscapes, but he’s still hairy, and I fucking love it.
I only wax everything completely because I like how it feels.
I press my face between his legs, inhaling the smell of sex and feeling goddamn dizzy from it.
I lick his balls, so heavy and full, and I can already envision him coming inside me so vividly, I have to squeeze the tip of my cock to get it to settle down.
“This is going to be interesting,” I mutter.
“Why?”
“Because I’m ready to explode.”
“I bet you can pace it.” His voice sounds rough, which isn’t helping my problem. “I need inside you.”
“I need that too.” I stand and drop my boxers so fast, my cock slaps back against my stomach. I ignore it, focusing only on Chad and getting as close as possible to him.
He brings his thighs closer, and I straddle him. My hands find his hair, and I tilt his head back until he meets me in a searing kiss. His warmth, his tongue, the taste on his lips, it sends scorching hot lust through me until the warmth gathers in my chest and builds until it’s almost unbearable.
I break the kiss to lean over and grab the condom from the bed. Chad watches my movements as I roll it down his cock, then squeeze some lube into my hand. I cover two fingers to reach behind me and use the other hand to coat his dick.
At the first stroke, he drops his head back, breathing deep.
“Feels … so good …” He moans.
“I know.” My eyes are glued to my hand on his cock, watching every stroke, the hard length swollen and purpled even through the condom.
I stretched myself earlier while I was prepping, so it doesn’t take much to work myself back open, and as soon as I’m stretched enough to slip my fingers inside, I start to grind back against them.
“I wanna see …” Chad says. “Turn around. Please.”
I consider for a moment telling him no, but it’ll be even more of a tease for me to show him what he can’t touch. So I stand up and turn, brace one hand on the bed, and bend at my hips. I have no idea what it looks like, but I can hear Chad squirming, and the chair scrapes forward.
“Shit.” His voice goes high-pitched. “Shit, shit … Now. I need you right now.”
The begging is music to my ears, and I keep stretching myself, keep the distance between us, until Chad’s breathing is short and hard, his hips are jerking, and he grits out, “I’m about to break this fucking tie.”
I try for a self-satisfied expression, but I’m so turned on, I’m not convinced I manage it. I approach him again, take hold of his length, and position myself over him.
“Kiss me,” he pleads.
My lips find his as I slowly impale myself on his cock. A loud groan rumbles in his chest, and I keep pushing down until he’s fully seated inside me, pubes brushing my ass. Chad’s kisses are desperate, hungry, and he gives a tiny thrust, almost like he can’t help himself.
My hands close over his shoulders, and I pull back, dragging my lips from his. “I’ve got you.”
My ass squeezes tight as I lift and sink down again.
Chad stutters out a noise, and I press closer to his body, needing the closeness, the connection, in a way I’ve never felt before.
We’re forehead to forehead, eye to eye, breathing in each other’s breaths as I start to move properly.
I can feel my ass jiggle each time it comes into contact with his thighs, and when his cock passes over my prostate, it shoots sparks through my limbs.
His thrusts try to match my rhythm, skin smacking against skin and joining our pants and desperate curses.
The glide of my cock against his stomach isn’t enough. The nerves in my ass are begging for more. I bounce frantically, chasing my orgasm that wants to take hold but can’t. I need to touch my cock. Need to grip it and stroke until I come.
But I know the second I do that, it’s all over, and I never want this to end.
My thighs are shaking with the effort as sweat beads over my skin. I’m on autopilot. Feel like I couldn’t stop if I tried. Chad is hitting everything inside me I need, but I’m still desperate for more.
Apparently, so is he. His moans sound like half sobs, and his thrusting is getting stronger.
“Fuck, Bailey. Fuck, fuck, I need more … more …”
With a massive grunt of frustration, he rips his arms free, lifts me off him as he stands, and shoves me around to push me face-first onto the bed.
His warm body blankets mine, hot breath hitting my neck and making me shiver.
Then Chad shoves his cock back inside, pins my hands under his own, and fucks me.
I grip the blankets for dear life. His grunts are loud in my ear, matching every one of his hard and unrelenting thrusts. I take the pounding he gives me until I’m practically cross-eyed. He owns me. I can’t fight it.
Chad reaches around, and his hand closes over my cock. It’s the exact pressure I need, and the second skin hits skin, I can’t hold back. My balls draw tight, and then my cock jerks with the force of my release. Spurt after spurt covers his hand.
“Yes …” Chad hisses. His hips stutter, lose rhythm, each thrust shallower than the last until he stiffens on top of me and goes still. His breaths are deep and heavy, and when his cock stops twitching, he collapses on top of me.
We’re silent for a moment, and then I start to chuckle. “Really couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“If you had the same view I did, you’d understand. I had to touch you.” His lips brush my shoulder. “I’m beginning to think I’ll never not feel this way.”
Nerves dance over my skin. I know I need to say something.
Maybe tell him I don’t want him to not feel that way.
But even if our friends were understanding, there’s still the whole reminder that college is ending and we live hours apart.
I don’t know what his plan is next, because we don’t focus on the future when we’re together.
We talk about our right-nows, and it helps to pretend like this thing doesn’t have an end date.
Maybe we never should have started to begin with.
But if I’m the sun, he’s the moon. Beautiful and awe-inspiring. So pure and vibrant. Outshining the stars.
Feeling vulnerable, I let him slip from my ass, then turn in his arms and bury my face into his chest. I don’t want to think. I want him to take that away and leave me in a place where all I need to do is hold him close and let myself feel good. I ache for him, and he’s right here.
I don’t like it.
But I don’t want to give it up either.
When I’m finally ready, I squirm higher until we’re facing each other and drop a kiss onto his nose.
“Then don’t,” I whisper.
“Don’t?”
“Don’t get over me. Don’t try to get past this. It’s basically the dumbest thing we could do right now, and I could name a million reasons why we shouldn’t, but let’s be dumb together.”
“Are you …” He stares for a moment. “Are you saying you want to date me? Like, actually.”
“I want you. Does it matter what we call it?”
Chad’s gorgeous face breaks out into a grin. “Nah, just want to clarify.” He squeezes me tighter. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”
That word makes me shiver. “Say it again.”
“What? Boyfriend?”
I kiss him. “You’re my boyfriend.”
“I am.” Chad laughs. “So much for my epic year of slutting around.”
“Was that really your plan?”
“Yep. Just goes to show why I shouldn’t try to think ahead.”
I tug a lock of his hair. “It’s not too late to run, you know.”
“Of course it is.”
“Why?”
“Because now I’ve met you. I couldn’t run if I tried.”