27. Bailey
twenty-seven
Bailey
Three months in and I still can’t get enough of him. Will it always be like this? Will I crave him this way years from now?
He feels so good on top of me.
Fits perfectly, each curve and hard edge made to fit against my own. I wish we could stay here. I wish I could have him. Maybe in another life.
His lips on mine have me losing my fucking mind, pulling me from my thoughts.
I groan as my hips grind against his, back arching into him without my permission.
“Fuck,” I hiss. The piece of shit couch is digging into my back again and I’ve never been so mad at myself for being cheap. Motherfucker.
“We’ve got to—”
His mouth on my ear has me forgetting what I was going to say.
“Bed.” I manage.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says as he lifts himself and offers me a hand.
I kiss him again, slowly walking backward to my bedroom as he slips my shirt over my head and tosses it on the hallway floor. I grab his and do the same.
I can’t get enough of him.
Nothing will ever be enough.
I laugh when the backs of my legs strike the bed and I tumble backwards, dragging him with me.
The smile on his lips pulls the breath from my lungs.
I want to always see that smile.
Always be the reason.
I crawl up the bed, graceless and giggling as he comes after me on his hands and knees. He straddles my hips once more and I let myself get lost in him. The warmth of his chest on mine soothes some of the ache, but I want more.
I need more.
He pulls back to look at me, the soft glow from the lamplight making those gold flecks in his eyes dance for me. I lick my lips as I struggle to catch my breath.
He notices, dragging his bottom lip into his mouth in response.
“Fuck, Bailey, I can’t get enough of you.”
My breath catches at his admission, the fabric between us no longer acceptable.
“Pants.”
“You want me to take your pants off, pretty boy?” He says teasingly.
“Yes.”
A hum of approval rumbles through his chest as he works my jeans open and off. I lift my hips, greedy to feel all of him.
His tongue darts across my lips, leaving me wanting as he moves his attention to my neck.
I watch as he removes his jeans, never stopping his ministrations. When he lowers himself over me I moan.
“Fuck,” I whimper. A frisson of fear claws its way up my throat as I worry about the pain. I want him inside me more than I want anything else in this moment, but I’m scared. Did I prep well enough? How bad will it hurt? What if I panic?
As if he can sense my reluctance, he answers with a searing kiss. A fucking promise. His length rocking against mine is everything I never knew I needed. His mouth on mine everything I’ve ever wanted. His hands grip my hips so hard it stings—but it stings so fucking good.
“Green eyes, I’m going to take you. I’m going to take what I need and your job is to stop me if it’s not what you want,” he says between sharp lashes of his tongue against my nipples.
“Can you do that for me?” He peers at me, eyes heavy with wanting, waiting for an answer.
Looking for understanding of his demands.
“Y—yes,” I answer.
He thrusts my legs up, one hand under each knee, and before I can take in a breath his mouth is on my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. Holy fucking shit. I’ve never. I could never. I wouldn’t.
He’s—
Oh god it’s so fucking good.
His tongue circles my hole and I can’t help but whimper and writhe like a man on fucking fire.
“You like that, green eyes? You like my mouth on that pretty fucking hole of yours?”
Fuck yes. Fuck yes I do. Please don’t stop. The words are on the tip of my tongue but all that comes out is an unintelligible string of vowels.
I feel him laugh, hot breath traversing across my skin before his tongue is again lapping at me. Persistent, rhythmic strokes that leave fire in their wake. Fucking taking something from me that I didn’t know was mine to give.
“Fuck, fucking fuck,” I manage to say.
“That’s right, pretty boy, you like it when I tongue-fuck your hole, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I say. “I like it. I fucking like it. Please don’t stop.”
I’m a blubbering mess. I’m fucking gelatinous and worthless and he is devouring me like I’m his last meal.
He gently lets my feet down to the bed, keeping me open—on display for him.
He pulls me into his mouth, his moan vibrating through my balls as he moves to the base of my cock.
I jump when I feel a finger circle my hole.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he purrs.
I relax. Forcing my legs to fall back down to the sides.
I want this.
I want this with him.
I need to feel him inside me. I need to be as close as possible.
The overwhelming need to crawl inside his skin and burrow into who he is hits me like a fucking train.
He pops off my dick, “Where’s your lube, green eyes?”
My hand trembles as I reach for the bottle and hand it to him.
“You okay?” His eyes are soft. Questioning.
“Yes.”
“Just relax. Tell me if it’s too much.”
I let my head rest against the mattress again, my eyes fluttering closed as he wraps his mouth around my cock. His expert tongue is enough to threaten to push me over the edge.
“Be careful,” I manage, “I’m close.”
His grin is mischievous. “Don’t come yet, pretty boy, we’re just getting started.”
He teases my head with his tongue and I feel a finger at my entrance again. He circles my hole like his tongue circles my head and it’s a mesmerizing rhythm I’m lost to.
I hiss when he breaches me, the sting sharper than I had anticipated.
“Good boy,” he praises.
“Fuck,” I moan.
I lose myself when he hits that spot inside me and I no longer know anything but him.
Lolly.
He’s all there is.
All there ever was.
“You’re taking my fingers so well.”
Oh god, my hips move on their own accord, rising to meet his fingers.
Needing more. Begging for it.
“More.”
“I need more.”
“Please.”
“Is my green eyes a fucking slut for my cock already?”
Oh shit, why is that so fucking hot?
“Yes,” I whimper.
He slowly makes his way up my body, leaving a trail of lazy kisses in his wake until his mouth is on mine.
I feel the absence immediately. My hole left empty and wanting.
And here we are, yours truly, a fucking cock slut.
Who knew?
“Lolly, please,” I groan against his mouth.
“Please.”
“I’ve got you, baby boy.”
He sits on his heels, slowly working lube over his hard cock, not once looking away from me.
I watch in awe.
He’s fucking huge.
Beautiful.
His thighs, his chest, those abs.
Fuck, he’s perfect.
He kisses me as he coats his sheathed length in lube and teases my entrance with his head.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Tell me you want this. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want this.” I say against his lips.
“I want you.”
His mouth captures mine and he pushes his head into my tight hole and I whimper, as a sharp, searing pain rips through me.
“That’s it, baby boy, just relax. The hard part is over.”
I hear him.
I believe him.
I force myself to relax.
To let go in a way I’ve never been able to.
To trust him implicitly.
The pain now a dull ache that’s not enough to sate me.
“More,” I beg.
He groans as he pushes a few inches further inside me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
My hands find his hips as I greedily move to meet him. I need all of him. Everything he has to give.
“Are you okay?” he asks against my ear.
I nod my head, unable to speak. Unable to think about anything but the fullness. The heat. The magnitude of this moment. Him.
I pull him toward me and he allows it, pushing until he’s seated fully inside me. I’m so fucking full. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be and he is everything I need.
“Please,” I manage.
He starts to move. Slow, languid thrusts that have my entire world rearranging itself. Making room for him. For us.
“Oh Fuck, Lolly. You’re perfect. It’s perfect.” I sound like a lunatic and I don’t give a flying fuck.
He picks up his pace, fucking into me so deep I feel him everywhere.
I taste him.
Smell him.
He’s everywhere and everything and it’s still not enough but it’s so fucking good that I forget to breathe.
“Green eyes, you feel too fucking good.”
He grabs my cock, timing the strokes of his hand with his thrusts and I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. I’m weightless. Time is at a standstill and he is escorting me to the brink of absolute oblivion.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he demands.
A foreign, electric heat consumes me. It’s everywhere, and it’s delicious. My hole, the base of my spine, my cock—every part of me is an inferno. Flames licking across my insides until they’re one raging fire and I come undone.
“Fuck!” I sputter as I come. Ribbons of cum land on my chest as he pounds into me. His balls slapping against me to the tune of his undoing. The headboard smacks the walls as he lets go, his rhythm erratic, pounding into me with a force so unforgiving my vision blurs.
“You’re fucking spectacular. Goddamn.”
I’m boneless. My eyes are barely open as I watch him tumble over the edge behind me.
He spills into me. Filling me—and it’s everything.
It’s bigger than this moment.
It’s what we are together.
What we could be.
One word for each incredible month spent with him rattles the cages in my chest, threatening to surface if not locked tight.