I become his sole focus. His eyes fix hard on mine, his attention back to the here and the now as he pushes me across the fingers-width distance to grab pleasure with both hands. The lost look becomes one of satisfaction, finding exactly where he needs to be as his hooded eyes watch me fall apart.
No one so dedicated to another’s pleasure could possibly want to do them harm. And Baylor is gentle to his core.
“Oh, fuck yes.” I move my hand to my dick, and he wraps it up in his. I smile. When I recover from this, it’s going to be a hell of a ride.
“Come on me.”
I shudder through a thundering orgasm, that last bit from his gravelly voice being all I need. He covers my mouth with kisses and I grab the lube so I can shimmy down his body.
Bee stretches, one harm casually behind his head. It pops the ink on his bicep, a line from his first number one song.Ourfirst number one song.
I’ll die at the hands
Of the words I don’t write.
I want this tingly, buzzy feel for him, too. My cock bobs, never quite softening.
His hands move across my thighs as I sit back on my heels between his spread legs. I lay a trail of light kisses up his inner thigh. I could get behind this marking up thing, but marks I make wouldn’t show up as well under his fur. On me, however, they would be obvious. I shiver, loving that idea.
I move to his sac, making it tighten with kisses and nuzzles before wrapping my lips around skin, gently tugging.
His turn to ride the lightning now, as sharp arousal and need fire through me, despite coming earlier. His free hand is in my hair, just the right pull, and I moan with the gentle pressure on my head as he runs his fingers across my scalp.
Looking up, my heart stutters. Baylor Mann, reclined with a hand behind his head and a look of pure physical need on his face. I wish I had a picture of us like this, him holding my face close to him while I come down enough for round two.
Everything clenches at the thought of him holding my head against his cock; there is something sexy and vulnerable about it. I pull his dick to my mouth, keeping the pressure of his hand on my head, trying to tell him to keep his hand there, and he gets it, never quite letting me go.
It’s not a full blow job, no deep throating in this position and I don’t want him to come. Instead, I kiss the shaft and suckle the head, all teasing sexy moves that make my head swim.
I want to make him feel empty without me. To crave having me in his body. I want him to need me — deep inside, and I want to stay there, especially since I’ve already come once already. I want him to build my own need back while rocking into his ass.
His hand relaxes on my head, and I lube my fingers to start to prep him.
Baylor’s thighs open, as he positions himself to let me work. I’m not as big as him, but he still needs prep, and I make it more than perfunctory. Teasing his dick in my multitasking keeps him hard and leaking until he’s pushing back on my fingers.
So, I line up, finally getting into position to make love to him. And I realize something is missing.
“Condoms.” I breathe the word, faltering and wondering if I have any.
Baylor shakes his head. “I am tested every year and I haven’t been with anyone in years.”
“Monthly for me. It’s part of the contract, and I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”
His while and my while are different things, but I’m too focused on the fact we don’t need condoms. We always used condoms before. Even when we were roommates for a year of college. Before coming out to Bear Valley, sex without condoms was unthinkable.
“Tell me it’s ok, Bee.”
“Fuck, I need you.” Baylor squirms, wanting me to go faster than my slow entrance.
I kiss him. He never would hurt me. Not in any way. And I would never hurt him either. Enough about hurt.
“Need you to confirm that we are doing this bare.”
“Fuck, yes, Cas. . .just. . .”
I want to get to the stuff that feels good, so I take a deep breath and enter him.“Feel good?”
His eyes shine in the light of his room. “So full of you.”
