CHAPTER 27
Palmer
Bailey palms his cock, the veins on the back of his hand bulging and prominent against the sterile white background of his sheets.
My nails dig into the countertop to prevent my hands from moving from their assigned locations.
All I want is to swirl my fingers against my clit, but the thought of tearing my eyes away from the video on the screen stops me.
Bailey exhales, and his hand flexes around his length, his pace increasing incrementally; my body reacts in turn, my mouth going dry and all logical thought leaving my brain. “Fuck, Palmer,” he growls. “You want to watch me come?”
I feel myself nod, my body responding to him even when my brain can’t.
“How bad?”
“Really bad,” I rasp.
“Really bad?” His voice is taunting, seductive.
I nod again, wishing more than anything to take his cock deep in my throat and study the pleasure in his expression through my lashes.
“Step back from the counter until I say stop,” he orders.
Pulling my elbows back from the counter, I stand upright and move away from the island with measured steps, my bare feet padding against the cool tile.
“Right there. Mm, fuck, you look good.”
Heat rises in my cheeks, the pink betraying my thoughts.
“Are you blushing, pretty girl?”
Speech failing me yet again, I jerk my head in a quick, single bob.
I hate how he renders me speechless, but I love the reason he does.
Bailey has the uncanny ability to do what no one can, not even myself: take me out of my head, making me a purely primal being, motivated by the basest of instincts.
Okay, instinct. Just one.
Pleasure.
“Use your words, baby,” he growls, his voice low and tight.
I clear my throat. “Yes. I am.”
“Why are you blushing?”
The question gives me pause, bringing me back to myself and making me think. All the while he continues to stroke his shaft.
Because I’m not used to being called pretty? Because this should be weird, but it’s hot as fuck and my panties are wet and I wish you could feel that? Instead of saying any of that, I settle on, “I… I’m not sure.”
“Oh, yes, you are,” Bailey soothes through the speaker. “You know exactly why you’re blushing. You’re blushing because you’re thinking about me sliding my cock into your wet pussy and fucking you while I hold you in place with one hand in your hair and the other around your neck, aren’t you, baby?”
If I wasn’t wet before, I am now. Soaked. I nod, back to my thoughtless state, the only thing inhabiting my mind being his hand sliding up and down his cock and how much I wish it was my body—any part of it—instead of his wrapped around the curve of his cock.
“Uh-uh,” he chides. “Your words.”
I feel myself turn even redder but at this point?
Fuck it. Bailey’s clearly thinking about it as well, so being embarrassed about wanting him to fuck me is pointless.
“I’m thinking about your tongue on my pussy, moaning and telling me how good I taste.
” The dull ache between my legs throbs, and still, his hand works his length, his pace increasing in urgency.
“What else, beautiful?”
“I—I’m thinking about how you fucked me on most of the surfaces in my house I can see right now.”
The smile is evident in his voice. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whisper. Pre-cum shines on the head of his cock, and saliva gathers in my mouth. I want nothing more than to take him into my mouth, lapping and sucking until he spills down my throat as he calls me his good girl.
Bailey’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “I want to see that beautiful body of yours, Palmer. And you’re going to keep your hands where I can see them, right?”
“Yes.” I agree a little too rapidly. He could ask me to streak down the street in broad daylight, and I would, at the very least, highly consider it if it meant I would get to hear his gravelly voice praise my name.
“Good. Take off your pants. Slowly. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me. I want to watch you take orders from me.”
I slowly flick open the button followed by the zipper, then slide the material down my legs.
“Lift up your shirt and turn nice and slow. Let me see your perfect ass,” Bailey commands, his voice warm and steady.
I do as he says, turning slowly, my hands always in his sight.
“Mm, perfect,” he says, his velvety voice filled with appreciation. “Now take off your shirt.”
Without any thought, I slide my shirt over my head.
“Hm, a matching set, I see,” Bailey comments, noting the lacy black lingerie adorning my body. “Were you planning on getting naked for me, pretty girl?” Bailey croons.
I straighten my spine, pushing my chest out toward the camera, despite how tempted I am to wrap my arms over my bare skin. “Yes, I was.”
“Such a good girl doing exactly as I say. Is this the little show you were planning on putting on for me?” Bailey asks.
My shoulders lift in a shrug. “Maybe? Honestly, I’m not sure. I just wanted you to like what you see, and I thought… I don’t know. I thought maybe the lingerie would help.” I can’t help but feel suddenly embarrassed and a little stupid. What am I doing? Why did I think this was a good idea?
Bailey’s voice draws my attention back to my phone screen and his thick cock being stroked by his hand.
That’s right; that’s why this was a good idea.
“Do you want more, baby?” he croons.
“Please.” I whimper, my head bobbing enthusiastically.
“Then beg.”