I press the handle down and it doesn’t move.
Baylor grunts, grabs a chair and slides it under the handle as he sits me down gently.
“Just in case,” he says, before pressing me against an adjacent wall.
“I could get used to this.” I smirk, but he cuts me off with his mouth and I have no problem with that.
We become nothing but kisses and hands. Shirts are off. My pants are a problem. They are too damn tight, and I am too damn hard.
But, with some work, distracted work that is interrupted by Baylor kissing his way down my body and nipping at my hip bones, the pants slide down and my hot cock bobs in the cool air. The juxtaposition is enough to make me take a sharp breath.
Looking down at Baylor on his knees, I groan.
“Never thought this would happen,” I tell him as he takes my pants completely off.
“No?” he asks, leaning forward and rubbing his thumb over the slit of my cock, making the pre-come dribble down the sides. “I’m going to guess you did think about it, Cas. Want to tell me what all those thoughts really included?”
His breath is warm even on my over heated skin, and I need him so badly I might be shaking.
“Touch me,” I beg, hips jutting forward with no subtlety.
Baylor shakes his head. “That’s not what you really want.”
He stands next to me, still in his jeans, but nothing else. Mouthwatering muscles and skin so close.
A hungry kiss descends on my mouth, and I dive into it, needing to feel him.
“WhatdoI want?” I ask, between kisses my brain is so happy and fuzzy, I can’t source the answer.
Baylor laughs, walking me back until my ass hits the counter below the wide, mirrored vanity.
I can’t stop kissing him long enough to puzzle it out. But, Baylor gives a too-light teasing stroke to my cock, and it almost takes me to my knees.
“No blow jobs.”
“No?” My voice is breathless.
“You aren’t fucking me.”
That one takes longer to consider. “I’m not?”
There is an edge to Baylor’s laugh, and it makes me shiver against him.
“You are turning around.”
I do as I am told, only to look right in the mirror at my naked self, which is a bit shocking until Baylor’s heated stare appears over my shoulder and starts a line of biting kisses.
“Fuck.” I press out my ass to the bulge in his jeans. I want to get fucked so bad, but he said. . . My eyes fly open to meet the reflection of his.
“You in me?” Ok, inelegant, but it gets the point across, surely.
“Mmm.” He keeps kissing me, even that sensitive area behind my ear. My eyes want to close, but I don’t want to miss watching his hands on me, either.
“I loved watching you, Cas.”
“I liked it, too. You watching me.”
Baylor pulls my head back for another of those kisses that feel like fucking.
