Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
CHAD
Introducing Bailey to my brothers and clearing his name all at once isn’t what I had on my Sunday night to-do list, but I can’t say I’m not happy about it.
No, the thing I’m not happy about is that somehow news of our relationship got out first, and Brandon was hurt because of it.
I should have known Carter wasn’t a good fit for us. Everything from complaining about our pranks being lame to laughing off Bro-motions night didn’t sit well with me, and now he’s gone and done this. He’s the kind of dude who’d want to bring back hazing if he got the chance.
We leave Zeke to handle Carter and wait in the foyer, more than ready to escort that fucker out of the house.
Raymond should be fine when the vote happens, and while I’m pissed with him right now, I also believe the poor bastard was dragged into this without his knowledge, so once I’m over being annoyed, I’ll probably feel bad.
Until then … I wrap my arm around Bailey’s waist and pull him in close.
Robbie’s watching us with folded arms. “I am really sorry, you know.”
“We know,” I assure him.
“But I’m still not happy with Kappas. Bailey’s fault or not, all that shit still went down.”
“Yeah, but you’re taking it too far,” Brandon says. “I’m fine, dude. Relax. It’s not like we were ever friends with those guys anyway.”
Robbie gestures toward Bailey. “Until now.”
“We don’t have to be friends,” Bailey points out.
Dear, sweet, naive boyfriend. “You might be a Kappa, but you’re an honorary Sigma now. These guys are gonna suffocate you.”
“Hmm … kinky.”
My grip on him tightens. “Nope. Not joking about that.”
His thin frame shakes with laughter, and I hold him close. “You guys are okay to deal with Carter, aren’t you?”
Robbie’s expression darkens. “Gladly.”
“In that case …” I tug Bailey after me. “We’re going to bed. See you losers in the morning.”
Bailey’s hand squeezes mine as he follows me upstairs. “You want me to stay the night?”
“That shouldn’t be surprising to you. I’ll never be welcome at your place, but that’s cool, because you can sleep here literally whenever.”
“Wow.” He’s blinking prettily as I close my bedroom door behind us, looking a bit like he’s been smacked upside the head.
“You good?”
“Fine … it’s just odd to think that we won’t have to sneak around anymore.”
“Well, you haven’t told your house yet.”
He snorts. “Please. Lucas already knows, and I’m not really friends with anyone else. I’m not going to bother announcing it. They’ll figure it out when they see us together.”
“I like that plan,” I say, reaching up to push his jacket from his shoulders. Then I pull back his shirt and kiss the bare skin at his neck. “You know what other plan I like?”
He hums in question, tilting his head to give me more access.
“The one where you fuck me.”
His eyes refocus on me. “You want to? Now?”
“When else?”
“Maybe sometime when your brothers aren’t listening in?”
I snicker and remove his shirt entirely. “I’ve lived with these guys for almost four years. There’s no privacy spared between us.”
“That isn’t helping convince me.”
“What about this?” I press my lips to his ear. “I need to feel your cock in my ass.”
His sharp intake of breath tells me I’ve got him. “That’ll do it. Do you have supplies?”
I cross to my bedside and pull out lube and condoms. “I’ve got you covered.”
“Literally.” His grin widens as he helps me out of my hoodie and T-shirt, then lets his fingers trail over my chest. I feel like a goddamn king when he looks at me the way he is, and the desire rushing through my veins is tinged with something new.
Something softer, less desperate than usual, but every bit as intoxicating.
I sink into the feeling as we finish stripping each other out of our clothes. His skin is glowing in the moonlight from my window, hair an inky, glossy mess, and his freckles and eyes are bleached of color, stealing my breath and making me want to sink to my knees.
“How do you always do this?”
“What?”
“Make me fall for you a little more every time we’re together.”
Bailey reaches down and gives my swollen cock a long, teasing tug. “All I’m doing is taking you with me.”
I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Slow and long, I give him everything I have. Tonight, I’m going to treat him like the prince he is.
You know, instead of the filthy ho he sometimes is.
There are moments with him that I want to be hard and fast, but this time around, I’m gonna need him to be gentle with me.
Is it going to hurt? Who fucking knows? But I’ve seen what being fucked does to him, and I want to get in on that action.
The way he’s turned my cock into a steel rod proves I’m all in here.
I pull back and drag my teeth over his bottom lip. “How do you want me?”
He thinks for a moment. “Have you, uh, prepped?”
“All week I’ve been making sure to get in there in case, well, we get a chance for you to get in there.”
His hand presses lightly to my chest as he backs me toward the bed. “You play with yourself while you were doing that?”
“Not enough,” I admit. “Never enough time to use the bathroom properly.”
“Lucky we’ve got time tonight.” He tugs me into a hug, body pressing against mine, his cock leaking onto my gut. “Hands and knees.”
Well, that’s a position I’ve never been in myself. Well, naked, and with someone behind me anyway. Still, it’s Bailey, and I want to feel him pushing inside my body more than any kind of embarrassment that could creep up on me.
So I man up … and bend over for him.
Bailey groans, and I jump as his hand cups my balls. “You’re mouthwatering.” He tugs on my sac. “Have you ever been rimmed before?”
I’m not entirely confident about the noise I make, but fuck. Rimming? The nerves in my ass come alive as though they’re singing their approval.
I clear my throat. “Can’t say I have.”
His free hand slides up my back, applying pressure to make me arch more. “There we go, just like that.” He shifts around, and I hold my breath, unsure what it—
Holy goddamn fuckstickles.
My arms almost buckle underneath me as Bailey swipes his tongue over my hole. Even though I knew it was coming, nothing could prepare me for the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over cold spit. I shift my legs wider, arching toward him, and I hear Bailey chuckle.
“Like that, did you?”
“I’m gonna need more conclusive evidence. Do it again.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me beg. His tongue licks a slow, wet stripe from my taint up to my hole, and nrrrgh I almost melt. I wish I only almost whimpered too, but nope, pretty sure that noise is actually coming from me.
Hey, I never claimed to be cool.
Turning into a whining puddle of need while your boyfriend is rimming you has to be frat as fuck, and if it isn’t, I’ll argue the point.
Every man needs to experience his hole being licked at least once.
When Bailey’s got my ass nice and wet, he starts to rub his thumb over my hole until I relax enough for him to slip it inside.
It feels … weird. But only for a couple of seconds, and the less I focus on it, the easier it is to melt into the feelings.
The little nerves humming with pleasure, Bailey’s mouth, his slippery tongue, the way he keeps tugging on my balls.
I’m so horny, but my orgasm is still simmering in the background, held at bay by the intrusion in my ass that’s moving steadily from odd to hells fucking yeah.
It’s not until Bailey chuckles and pulls back that I realize I’m rocking onto his finger. “I’m going to start stretching you now. Still good?”
“Fuck yes, baby.” I hear the lid of the lube pop open, and this time when Bailey’s back, his fingers are slippery with it.
He starts out with the one finger again, while he reaches between my legs and gives my cock some love.
Every stroke is frustratingly slow and loose, but it offsets the stretch as he adds a second finger and uses them to work me open.
“You still good?” he asks again, but this time his voice is tight. The raw tone makes my cock throb, and I push back onto his fingers again.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to fuck me now.”
“Patience.”
“I’m all out of that,” I whine. “Just shove it in.” I don’t mean to sound as desperate as I do, but I can’t even feel embarrassed by it.
“Deep breath.”
I take one.
“Now let it out slowly.”
I follow his instructions, and as I’m letting out the breath, Bailey works another finger in me. I’ve lost track of how many of them fill my ass; all I know is there are entirely too many digits and not enough dick.
His grip on my cock tightens for a couple of strokes, and my eyes roll back in my head. My cock feels heavy, and my balls are already pulling tight, uncomfortably full and begging for release.
“You’re ready.”
I moan at the words. “Yes, yes, yes … fuck me.”
Bailey withdraws, and I watch over my shoulder as he suits up, then taps my thigh to move farther up the bed. He climbs up and kneels behind me, and with one hand resting on the small of my back, the other positions his cock at my opening.
“You want this?” he asks.
“I think we’ve moved from want to need. Please …”
I barely have the sentence out before he’s pushing inside.
His cock splits me open, and I throw my head back, forcing myself to relax and take it all.
For all the stretching he did, it clearly didn’t prepare me enough because my ass is feeling fuller and wider than I’ve ever managed to get it myself.
And while it kinda hurts—I think?—it also feels indescribably hot.
Like he’s taking everything he wants from me, fusing us together in the most filthy, delicious, needy way. It’s only me and him, and we’re joined together beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Fucking someone isn’t like this.
I feel vulnerable and powerful and completely overwhelmed.
“I’m in,” he rasps.
I reach back to pull him against me and turn my head toward his. “Kiss me.”
He does. Unrestrained and messy, all teeth and tongue. He twists up my gut.
“I’m yours,” I whisper into his mouth. “I’m yours, all fucking yours.”
“I’m right there with you.”
“Good, now do it. Fuck me.”
His words are one long moan when he answers. “Gladly.”
Bailey straightens, planting his foot on the bed beside me and grabbing my opposite shoulder. Every one of his movements hits deep inside, and it makes me crave more.
His first thrust is slow, cautious, and while I love that he’s making sure I’m okay, I suddenly know what he means about not needing it. Maybe it’ll hurt if he goes all out immediately, but I’m past the point of caring. He’s gotta abuse my ass already.
Every rock of his hips gets faster, harder, until he reaches a pace that settles that deep need in my balls.
I push back into him, feeling like a total cock slut but not able to make myself stop, and when Bailey starts to reassure about how good I’m doing and how amazing I feel, it makes me light-headed.
Sex doesn’t get any better than this.
Or at least, that’s what I think, and then he hits my prostate, and all bets are off.
“Fuck!” I scramble to grab my cock, and before I can stop myself, I’m jerking off hard and fast, matching his thrusts, and vaulting myself into goddamn heaven with how indescribable this feels.
Bailey grabs my hips and starts to piston into me roughly, and the arm holding me up gives out. I hit the mattress face-first, and instead of stopping, Bailey readjusts and keeps pounding into me. He’s sweaty, and his scent makes my hand move over my cock faster.
“I’m close,” he pants. “So close.”
He’s still hitting that spot that’s making my brain static, and all I can do is grunt in return.
I’m almost there … almost at the edge … almost ready to … to …
My balls tighten, and with a hip-jerking shudder, I unleash. My orgasm hits hard and fast, and I stroke myself through it, trying to drag it out as long as possible because the sheer fucking ecstasy is incredible.
“So … tight …” Bailey gasps, and then he slams inside and stills. His cock jerks with his release, and oh fucking hey, I love that too.
He collapses against me, front plastered to my back, lips skimming my hairline.
“That was …” I start.
“Loud.”
His response has me snorting. “What?”
Bailey groans. “That was so loud.” He groans again. “I’ll be surprised if every person in this house didn’t hear us.”
I wait for him to pull out before tackling him underneath me. “If they did, they’re all going to know I’m one very lucky dude.”
“Or stop me from ever stepping foot in this house again.”
“Nah, you didn’t hear Robbie with his last girlfriend. I swear the walls were shaking. If anything, those horny bastards are going to be plotting how they can get them some of this gayness.”
Bailey’s laugh is so adorable, I can’t stop myself from kissing his scrunched-up nose. “Well, I hope so. I’m still not convinced they don’t hate me.”
I cringe. “Yeah, it’s going to be different for a while. I’m not sure when Robbie will get over it, but he’ll have to. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to get my ass kicked over letting you take shit for King of Thieves, so I’ve got that to look forward to as well.”
There’s no way Zeke will have forgotten that, and as soon as he’s done with Carter and Raymond, I’ll be next on his list.
“If it helps, even without that lamp, you guys have no chance of winning now.”
“Yeah, because of the prank. That our relationship caused.”
“Oh yeah.” Bailey falls silent.
“I think, if anything, that will only make it worse.”
“I can get the lamp back if you like? Pretend it never happened?”
I’ve lied to my brothers enough for one year. I shake my head. “Nah, I did it, I’ll face the consequences. Like you said, we have no hopes of winning, so …”
It’s fucked, but it is what it is.
Losing King of Thieves sucks, but at least no one is actually hurt. Brandon’s okay, Carter’s being kicked out for being a dumbass, and I have my boyfriend, who I can see whenever I want.
Things could definitely be worse.