“Almost.” I punch my hips slightly with his words, and hold on to the sensation of being inside him. It’s easy to be fully seated, not so easy to control my need to own him.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I’m going to fucking come. You feel too damn good.” His voice is shaky.
“It’s okay, baby,” I tell him, “I’m right there with you. Closer than you, I bet.”
“I need you to fuck me, Cas. I need you. God I want. . .so much. . .”
“Shush,” I hiss, slapping a hand to his mouth, “there’s nothing that is going to end this faster than your goddamn voice.”
I move my hips, in and out in shallow thrusts and he groans under my fingers. Those fingers fall away to reveal the smile I was hiding under them.
“My voice, huh? That’s what does it for you?”
My eyes roll at the strain I can hear in his voice. So fucking sexy. I move my hips until I have his back arching off the bed.
“Jesus,” I whisper. I had forgotten, or more likely, shoved away how good this felt. “You do it for me. All of you. This ass, especially.” I run a hand over his thighs. “These fucking thighs, too, Baylor. These should be illegal.”
I can tell he’s close, my own cliff not too far away. I want to run to it, to jump and fly, but I slow down the pace enough to get Bee panting.
I don’twantto come, Ineedto come. Desperately.
“Caswell,” the plea falls from his mouth, and I kiss it away.
“You are going to come all over yourself. A big fucking mess. I want to see it, then I’m going to come so far inside you, you will carry this load all day. Won’t you, Bee?”
My hand pumps his shaft until he hisses out a “yes.” I thrust deep, rocking right against that place inside that makes him go wild. I’m relentless, allowing no coming up for air as I wrap my hand a little more tightly around his cock. Pacing it together, Baylor’s face tells me pleasure is zinging through his body on a loop.
Liquid fire hits my veins, and my whole body climaxes, squeezing pleasure out of bone and marrow.
“Yes, yes,” he chants as his ass clenches around my dick and holds on for dear life. For the pleasure that’s not ending anytime soon.
I can feel him squeezing and contracting in spasms around me, milking out his own climax. I stare at his release that’s on his hands and my chest as his fingers dig into my skin and my hips pump a few more times.
I collapse onto his broad chest, our bodies held tightly together by his strong arms as the waves of pleasure crash, and we stay caught in their undertow.
I wake up and Baylor isn’t in bed with me, and I grumble under my breath about it all through the house until I find him down in the studio.
He smiles at me as I pluck the guitar from his hands and straddle him, one knee outside each of his sexy thighs.
Baylor shifts me on his lap, running a hand over my hip.
I kiss him, long and deep. My hands clutch his hair, my legs clutch his hips.
“Hey,” he soothes, his voice causing the eruption of goose flesh across my body.
“You were gone.”
“I was just right here, love. Sex like that makes music.”
I hum thoughtfully, peppering his neck with kisses.
I lick into his mouth in response, dropping my hands to his junk and feeling it grow. I give a little hum of satisfaction at that. I love how big he is, how strong. One of the things I miss the most is kissing him, whether it is waking up to him or just having his mouth on mine whenever I want.
After another round, we lay on the floor of his studio, his head on my stomach and wrapped in each other.
“Wanna go back to bed, Cas?” he asks, tracing words across my skin with his finger.
“It beats this floor, and it is five a.m.”
