Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Chad
My fiancé.
It’s kinda weird to say. The word is way too fancy for me, and I feel braggy when I introduce Bailey that way. Though braggy isn’t far off.
We get home from my work thing, and Bailey drags me into the apartment; the sharp look he throws back at me promises good things to come. By the time we’re in the hall, I’ve pulled him against me, hands slipping down to hold his ass as we stumble our way along.
“You’re going to make us crash into something,” he says, not sounding all that worried.
“Eh. You have the money to fix it.” My mouth crashes down onto his, and Hercules must hear us because his tiny paws echo on the floor, and we have to hurry into our bedroom and close the door before he can reach us.
I love our baby, but damn is he a cockblock sometimes.
Bailey laughs as I press him into the wall. “Not even Hercules can distract you, huh?”
I groan, rubbing my hard-on into his leg. “I’ve been looking at your ass for the last three hours. You wore those pants to get me worked up on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Every time.”
Bailey pushes up to bring our mouths together, and the kiss makes my toes curl. I trap his tongue between my teeth, sucking lightly as the sound of metal, followed by the slither of leather, reaches my ears. He pulls back and holds up his belt.
“Get on the bed.”
My cock throbs at his tone, and I hurry to tear off my clothes on the way. I’ve been hard ninety percent of the night because not only did he wear pants that showed off every last curve of his peach, but he took any opportunity to brush up against me as well. It’s been torture.
I’ve loved every second.
I throw myself on the sheets, hands over my head, and Bailey steps up and fastens my wrists to the headboard with his belt. That’s all it takes to have my cock weeping because it knows what having my hands restrained leads to.
Bailey lifts his hands and very slowly opens the buttons on his shirt. My eyes are glued to the movement, impatiently waiting for everything to be on display, mouth watering with the need to taste it all.
“Come on,” I complain. “Tease.”
“I swear, somehow you’ve gotten more impatient in your old age than ever.”
“Not my fault you’ve gotten hotter.”
“Yeah, there’s no way that’s true.” He leans down and gives my dick a quick kiss. “I like when you’re all needy though.”
Well, he sure knows how to get me there. All Bailey has to do is give me some sexy eyes, a glimpse of butt, and then I’m falling over myself for him.
His shirt slips from his shoulders, and then he starts on his pants. Those sexy pants. Those pants that are covering up way too much of the goods.
I watch hungrily as he pops the button and slides them down his legs.
Damn, Bailey. He was going commando.
He grabs the lube on the way over to the bed, and the snap of the lid has a Pavlovian effect on me. Precum dribbles onto my abs, and my hips flex off the bed.
The chuckle that leaves him is heavy with lust.
“You are too easy,” he says.
“So, so easy. Just for you. I mean … Jesus.” My eyes rake over his naked form as he climbs up and straddles my hips. His ass is hovering somewhere over my cock, and it’s torture to be so damn close and have nothing but air on my dick. “Please …”
Bailey covers his fingers and reaches back to prep himself.
Then he leans forward and draws me into a kiss.
Lazy, full of tongue, a soft caress that has my skin on fire.
I want to grip his hair, want to take over prepping, want to feel his silky skin under my hands, and I can’t.
Being restricted is my weakness because I want to touch so badly that it drives me wild with need.
His hand closes over my cock, and I whimper into his mouth.
Bailey’s lips curl upward. “You ready?”
“You’re such a tease.”
He laughs and positions it at his waiting hole, then slowly sinks down onto me.
The sigh I let out is full of relief as my needy shaft buries deep into his body. I’m so horny I can barely see straight, and the pressure wrapped around my dick has me wanting to blow right away.
Bailey straightens up, long body, meaty thighs, towering over me.
Deep red cock jutting out toward me and begging me to touch.
My arms strain against the leather, but Bailey’s gotten good with restraints over the years, and as he rides me slowly, body sensually moving over mine, I can’t remember for the life of me why I like this.
Why it drives me wild. Because all I want—need—is to touch him.
His thighs, his ass, his torso … that perfect fucking cock.
Bailey’s eyes are alight with mischief as he works his ass torturously over me. Then he does what I want to do. He touches himself. Starting at his neck, he drags his hands down over his chest, teases his tight, pink nipples, and runs them along his front until he’s close enough to grip his cock.
“Fuck,” falls from my lips as I thrust up into him.
Bailey works his cock confidently, one hand cradling his balls as he gets himself off. His breathing gets deeper, coarser, and his eyes drift closed as he moves faster, jerking hard, bouncing up and down on my cock like he’s racing toward the edge.
Getting to see Bailey like this is a fucking privilege. That moment where he completely lets go, when he sinks into the moment and takes what he wants. My balls tighten, dick suffocated by his hole.
The swell of love that looms up over me is enough to make my head spin.
I need to come. I need it.
I grip the bars I’m tied to, feet buried into the mattress as I fuck Bailey as hard and fast as I’m able. He looks completely blissed-out, and when he comes all over me, his ass tightens just the way I’d been waiting for.
It’s fucking ecstasy. Him. Me. Giving each other this high.
I unload into his ass, pumping out every last drop as my thighs shake through what’s possibly the millionth orgasm with my fiancé and still feels like the first.
I give myself as long as I need to come down from my orgasm, then blink up at my princess. The affection that stares back promises the forever that I feel.
I hold his gaze, and my mouth silently forms the words “I love you.”
Bailey drags his hand through my hair and leans down to press a kiss to the top of my nose. “I love you too, Chad Doomsen. But I’m not untying you yet.”