Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
BAILEY
New York isn’t where I want to end up one day, but I do love coming here. The noises of the city dull into a background of poor choices and endless fun, and Chad’s hand in mine anchors me in a place that is so easy to be lost in.
It’s cold, but with our jackets and the residual heat from dancing all night, we decide to walk the few blocks back to my place. By the time we step into the elevator, I’m frozen through, and Chad’s actually shaking.
My laugh is barely audible as I step into his arms. “N-not a sm-art choice.”
“I b-lame you. You’re su-pposed to be the sm-art one.”
We both cling to each other in a shameless attempt to steal the other’s body warmth.
“J-just a warning,” he says, voice dipping low. “Now I’m starting to w-arm back up, the blood is flowing to a part of me that’s been aching for you all n-night.”
Nerves swirl in my stomach at the promise in his voice. Dancing up close to him has been the biggest tease, and as much as I’ve been able to ignore the want and enjoy our time out, there’s only so long I can put off the need to hump his leg.
Like I’m, uh, doing right now.
Chad’s hands close over my ass, and he hauls me tighter against him, coaxing my hips into a faster motion as he presses his leg between mine.
I whine. We’re not even in the apartment yet, and I know full well that if he pulled out my cock, I wouldn’t stop him.
“I need to fuck you,” he says, and I’m quick to nod. Damn, I need it too.
I’m about to tell him to kiss me when the elevator dings and comes to a stop. The doors open, and just as I’m about to drag Chad into the apartment, my feet disappear out from under me as he scoops me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
He slaps my ass so hard I cry out. “You were moving too slow.”
“The doors were barely open.”
“Bailey, I think you’re underestimating how much I need to be inside you.” His voice is still doing that low growl thing that’s going straight to my balls.
Chad isn’t all talk either. His long strides eat the distance between the living area and large, open kitchen, where he throws me down on the counter. No sooner has my ass hit the marble than he’s tearing off my jacket and shirt.
“Too many goddamn clothes.”
“You can talk.”
He makes quick work of undoing my shorts, then lifts me again and yanks them off.
“Supplies?” he grunts.
“In your wallet. I stashed some lube and a condom.”
He pulls the wallet out and grabs both packs, then pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs. He tosses the lube at me. “Get yourself ready. Fast.”
I greedily watch him give his cock a quick stroke while he tears the condom packet open with his teeth. I hurry to do the same with the lube. I use most of it to smear over my fingers and start working them inside as I hand the rest back to him.
Chad’s cock is fucking glorious, even more so when he drizzles the remaining lube over it and starts long, slow strokes. His eyes are locked on my ass, and as I start to finger and stretch myself, he bites the knuckles of his free hand.
“Does that look good?”
He groans and squeezes the fat head of his dick. “Shit, you need to hurry up.”
“No manners?” I tease, even as my own cock starts leaking.
“Please. Please, please, please fucking please hurry up.”
I pull my fingers out, figuring that has to be enough. “See where being nice gets you?”
Chad steps between my legs, grabbing one thigh to wrap around his waist and closing his other hand in my hair. “There isn’t going to be anything nice about the way I fuck you.”
He releases my leg to grab his cock and steer it toward my hole.
I shiver, anticipation running hot through my veins, the temperature from outside completely forgotten as Chad finds his target and starts to push inside.
His grunt is rough gravel in his throat as he sinks inside my body. The stretch is more than I’m used to with my quick prep, but it makes everything feel more heightened. I plant my foot on the counter, spreading myself wider, and Chad uses the opportunity to slam home.
I hiss, and his arm winds around my back.
“You okay?”
“Uh-huh. Need you.”
He rolls his hips deliciously deep. “Fuck, baby, you too.”
My mouth finds his, all soft lips and warm breath, and he immediately opens for me.
His kisses are searing, claiming, forcing my mouth wide from his position towering over me.
A desperate noise catches in his throat, and he starts to move.
He pulls back, and then his hips snap forward as he sets a punishing pace, fucking me so hard I scramble to grab the edge of the countertop to stay in place.
“Get back here,” Chad grumbles into my mouth, hand closing over my hip.
His pace is perfect. He makes my whole body thrum, and I’m quickly losing my mind and devolving into that staticky place on the brink of an orgasm, where I’m not aware of anything but the nerves in my ass and the desperate tingling in my balls.
He turns me inside out. I love this, being owned so completely I can barely remember my name. My lips trail mindlessly over his scruffy cheek, dipping to the soft skin beneath his jaw, tasting salt and him and making my head spin.
Chad’s flipped the dynamic of our first hookup, still almost totally dressed while I’m spread out naked before him. It makes me feel deliciously filthy that he couldn’t wait long enough to get naked.
The bruising hold on my hair disappears as Chad straightens and spreads my legs out farther. His lips are swollen, eyes glazed, as he uses me, wrecking me completely.
The need building in my veins is begging me to grab my cock, but I can’t release my grip on the counter. I’ve leaked a puddle onto my stomach, a string of cum stretching from my slit to my belly button, and the arousal plaguing my balls has them drawn tight.
And then Chad adjusts his angle, and my prostate that was humming with pleasure is brought alive.
He stabs it with every thrust, and I drop back onto the counter, still gripping the edge with everything I have, wanting to pull away and beg for more.
My thighs are quaking, toes clenched tight as the pressure building at the base of my spine pushes me closer … closer …
“Ah, fuck.” I arch off the marble, and my orgasm crashes into me. Wave after rolling wave of pure bliss hits my system, and I start to shoot, hands free, cock jerking with every spurt of cum.
“Oh, shit.” Chad grunts. His fingers bite into my hips as he grabs hold and fucks me through it, grunts getting louder and louder until “ahhh,” his whole body goes stiff and his cock starts to twitch.
We’re both panting hard as I finally release my stiff fingers from their hold.
“Did … did you just …” He sounds adorably confused. “I didn’t touch you.”
“You didn’t need to.”
“I made you do that?”
I start to laugh, drunk with the relief flowing through me. “Given how good you fucked me, I’m more than happy to let you claim it.”
“I thought that was a myth,” he says, voice choked with awe. “Holy shit that was hot.” He strokes a hand over my mostly soft cock and groans. “I wanna do that again.”
“Yes. Let’s practice. Over and over until we get it exactly right.”
He matches my dopey smile. “Maybe you can teach me.”
I arch an eyebrow. “You still want to try bottoming?”
“Hell yeah. Especially after seeing you come without touching yourself. You looked that blissed-out, I couldn’t hold back.”
Chad slips out of my ass, and I push myself to sitting, only now realizing how uncomfortable that was. It’s official. Good sex overrides everything else.
“How about you get naked, then we clean ourselves up and go to bed? Normally I’d want a second round, but I’m not sure if I’ve got anything left in me after that.”
As though agreeing with me, he yawns widely. “Yeah, I think I’m crashing. What time is it?”
“After three.”
“That’ll do it.” He helps me down and gives me a long, lingering kiss before resting his forehead to mine. “Maybe it’s the sex talking or the tiredness kicking in, but … I, umm, I’m glad we did this.”
“Started dating?”
“Took the weekend together. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get away again, and with us having to keep this a secret, it might be a while before we can see each other properly like this.
And if there’s anything this weekend has taught me, it’s that everything is better with you.
I … I want to give this thing my all and see where we end up. ”
My chest is so full of his words and how much he obviously means them. I laugh, feeling lighter than air. “We’re getting married, remember?”
“Damn, how could I have forgotten?”
“Awestruck. I get it.”
“Someone clearly wants to lock me down. Maybe I should have taken you to a gay club before now. Your boyfriend is hot property.”
“I didn’t need a gay club to tell me that.”
We lean into each other, not wanting to separate. And for all my joking, I feel the same way he does. I want to ride this out, I want us to last, I want to see us make it after graduation when the odds are stacked against us.
And to do that, we need to do what Chad said and give it our all.
We can’t do that in hiding.
So even though I’m nervous, and I’m not confident in how the fallout will go, it’s obvious to me what the next step is.
“We need to come clean.”
“What?”
I shrug in his hold. “It’s the only way to do this. If we’re serious, we can’t hide anymore. We’re adults—we shouldn’t be letting some dumbass rivalry dictate our lives to the point I can’t even spend time with you when I want to.”
His kiss is swift, full of relief. “You sure?”
“Definitely.”
“Okay then.” He grins. “I’m in.”