CHAPTER 20
Palmer
The coolness of the countertop is a stark contrast to the heat from Bailey’s tongue on my pussy. His arms are under my legs, wrapped around my hips, as he laps enthusiastically.
“Fuck, Palmer,” he groans, the vibrations of his voice reverberating through my body.
“What?” I ask breathlessly, partially because I’d like to think I’m being coy, but mostly because I have no idea which direction is up. The only thing grounding me in time and space is Bailey’s mouth, licking and sucking between my thighs.
Bailey growls, his fingers dimpling the skin of my hips as his tongue circles deliberately.
“You know exactly what, baby.” He moans appreciatively and drags his tongue slowly upward.
I have no control over the sounds I make; Bailey’s tongue speaks to my body in a language my brain can’t comprehend.
“You know damn well now that I’ve had a taste of this sweet—”
Lick. “Beautiful—”
Lick. “Perfect—”
Lick. “pussy, I’ll never be able to get enough.” His tongue punctuates his words, drawing me higher and higher, my body winding tighter and tighter.
My breathing is ragged, and my body arches in response.
“Mm, such a good girl. Do you like when I eat your pussy, baby?” Bailey’s breath and words are white hot against my skin, a momentary break from the blinding pleasure. His tongue returns immediately.
“Yes,” I whine pathetically, unable to get any other words out.
His lips suction gently around my clit, sucking with alternating intensity, paired with the unfaltering lapping of his tongue. “Do you want to come, baby?”
I whimper, his words amplifying my arousal.
Bailey’s lips leave my skin, and I cry out. “No!” My body slides down on the island, searching for his mouth.
“No, you don’t want to come?” The taunting in his voice is laced with lust. “Fine then. I guess I can just edge you until you change your mind.” His tongue glides lazily over my clit, and my eyes well with tears at the pure bliss that is his mouth on my body. “Is that what you want, Palmer?”
“No, please,” I choke out. “I want—I want to.”
I try to respond, but the words won’t come out. All that’s in my mind is Bailey’s tongue bringing my body closer to the edge than I ever have been before.
Bailey stops, hands firm on my hips. “Look at me, Palmer.”
I lift my head, jaw slack, hair mussed. His eyes devour me as he takes one long, slow lick, rising from his spot between my legs to lean over my body, and my pussy aches for him. He gestures to me with two fingers.
“Come here.”
I lean onto my elbows, and his hand cups my jaw. His dark eyes stare deeply into mine, then he kisses me sensually, his tongue making the same patterns on my mouth as he did against my clit.
Lips still against mine, Bailey says, “Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Gasping, I say, “I want to come. I want you to make me come, and once I have, I want you to keep licking my pussy until I come again. And once I’ve come enough for your liking, I want you to have your way with me.” I swallow, my pulse pounding between my legs. “That’s what I want.”
A satisfied smile crosses Bailey’s face. “There you go.” He kisses me again, softer this time.
Bailey slides back down between my legs, and before I can prepare myself, his mouth is on me again, sucking and licking with renewed passion. He’s not teasing me anymore; Bailey is giving me exactly what I asked for.
My right hand snakes through his hair, tugging as he lavishes my clit with his tongue, moaning and praising me the whole time. My left hand grips the island to steady myself.
Tension builds deep in my stomach, a sensation I’ve never gotten to experience with a man, only on my own. “Fuck,” I whisper breathlessly.
He doesn’t respond verbally, only deepens his licks, maintaining the pattern he’s been using and, fuck, that feels heavenly.
My hips grind against his tongue, begging for more, more, please more.
Bailey slips two fingers inside of me, the sensation tilting me toward the edge, and I yell out, “Oh, god!”
Bailey chuckles between my legs, and I feel him smile against my skin. “There’s no god here, baby. Just you and me. Make sure you’re calling out the name you really mean.”
His fingers curl inside me, massaging over and over, and his tongue dances around my clit, sucking, licking, pulling me closer and closer, teetering on the edge until, finally, I’m falling.
Warmth floods my body, and my back arches against the table. My whole body trembles. I can feel the warm liquid dripping from my skin, and Bailey’s own ragged breath against the sensitive skin between my legs.
“You didn’t tell me that you’re a squirter,” Bailey murmurs appreciatively, then cleans the liquid from my legs using his tongue, wiping his face on my skin.
“Only for you,” I admit sheepishly.
“Oh?”
I can already feel the blush overtaking my whole face. “Yes. I’ve masturbated thinking about you before, and that was the first time it happened.”
Bailey chuckles. “Sounds like we both had the same ideas about each other, because when I need to get off, I picture you.”
I’m not sure how to respond to that, but I don’t need to.
“Now, where was I? Oh, right.” His head lowers between my legs, and he sucks at my clit. His fingers move faster, more urgently. Bailey hums as he sucks, and my second orgasm rides the wave of the first.
He doesn’t stop until I lose any sense of what day or time it is and my limbs are useless.
Tears stream down my cheeks, and my body buzzes as if filled with electricity.
Bailey stands up and wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
Then he walks around the island and sits me up.
I lean heavily against his frame, wrapping my arms around his neck, as he kisses and caresses my face and body.
“Come here, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” He walks me into the living room and sits me on the couch, the one where I caught Clay cheating on me. I know exactly what he’s going to do, and very soon, this is no longer going to be “the couch where I caught Clay cheating on me.”
Instead, it’s about to be “the couch where Bailey fucked me senseless.”
Bailey stands in front of me and slides his T-shirt off.
Fuck, I’d forgotten how sexy his body is.
I rise from the couch, balancing my naked chest against his, and pull him in for a deep kiss. Bailey’s hands stroke my body as he deepens the kiss, wrapping his tongue around mine and murmuring eagerly against my mouth, “I can’t wait to watch you come on my cock.”
Breaking the kiss, my lips rove along his jawline and down his neck, grazing it with my teeth. He growls in response, but he doesn’t move away.
I kiss down his chest until I reach his waistband then undo his buckle.
Looking up, I meet his eyes as they watch me unbutton his pants.
I look away, because I very much want to see what I’ve been feeling through his jeans this whole time.
As I slide his jeans down, his underwear come with them, and his cock springs free.
It matches his tawny skin, and the veins that run through it are bulging.
Perfect.
It’s my turn to watch Bailey’s eyes go glassy as I wrap my fist around his cock. I run my tongue around the tip and murmur, “So beautiful.” Then, with my eyes locked on his, I take it into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, gagging on his length.
Bailey’s hands caress my face as I slowly work my way up and down his length. When tears spring up at the corners of my eyes, he gently wipes them away, crooning, “Mm, look at how well you take me.”
His praise makes me want to make him feel just as good as he did for me, but Bailey stops me. “Another day, baby. I promise.” He kisses me softly, then nuzzles against my neck. “Are you on birth control?”
I give him a thumbs up. “I have the implant. I also got tested on Friday, so I’m clean.” I had been more worried I’d picked something up from the bathroom floor than Jared, but better safe than sorry.
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
I think for a moment, then say, “No. I want to feel all of you. Are… you clean?”
“Yes, we get tested regularly at work.”
“Okay, then.” I nod my head once. “No condom. Just you.”
Bailey kisses me again, harder this time, and lays me back. He situates himself between my knees, the head of his cock stretching my entrance. “Ready?”
Instead of saying anything, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Gently, he slides inside me, stretching and filling my pussy. I gasp at the sensation, and he pauses.
“Are you okay?”
I run my tongue along his bottom lip. “More than okay.”
“Good.” He lets loose an exhale, then captures my right nipple in his mouth.
He sucks on the peak until I’m moaning again before he speaks.
“Because I don’t think I’m going to be able to be gentle with you now.
Your pussy feels so much better than I imagined, and I just want to watch that pretty little face of yours as you moan my name. ”
Wordlessly, I resituate, bringing him deeper inside me. He groans and pulls my mouth into a kiss as he begins thrusting faster.
My head falls back, my eyes closed. His cock curves upward, repeatedly stimulating me from the inside while his pelvis grinds against my clit, doubling my pleasure.
His thrusts are measured, and his hands grab at my breasts and hips, holding me in place as he spears me with his cock.
The familiar pressure of an orgasm builds, and he brings me right over the edge, crying out in ecstasy as I throb around him.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, but I hardly hear him as I ride the waves of this orgasm into a another.
“Fuck. Bailey, I’m coming again. I’m coming!” I sob.
His gruff voice brings me back to the present. “Eyes on me. Let me watch you fall apart.”
My eyes stay locked on his as he puts my legs over his arms, driving into me over and over, as he pulls me through wave after wave of orgasm until, finally, he tips over the edge with me.
Bailey shouts my name as he comes, filling me with his climax, then collapses next to me on the couch.
That’s how we fall asleep: one of his arms under my head, the other wrapped around my waist, like that’s where they’re meant to be.