“You want this, don’t you?” I stroked myself, watching him grow lust-drunk. His dick rose stiff and full, and the ache of desire tightened in my belly. I loved giving head, and I couldn’t wait to taste him. “C’mere.” I held out a hand, and he moved closer until our chests touched and I could feel his lips hovering over mine. Normally I was in and out, looking to get off as quickly as possible, but I had plans to savor Bailey. I sank to my knees, and at his harsh intake of breath, I slipped my mouth over the leaking crown of his dick.
“Oh God, oh God,” Bailey moaned, his hips thrusting. I clutched his hairy thighs, holding him in place while my lips and tongue played on his hot shaft. I sucked hard and fast, listening to his cries and whimpers rise in the stillness. Bailey shook under my touch, sweat dripping down his face, the pungent scent of him intoxicating. My head swam with desire.
“Keston, fuck me,” he yelled, tightening his fingers in my hair as he pumped out his load. Greedily, I swallowed every drop, and when he was finished, I sat on my heels and licked my sticky lips.
“Bed,” I croaked and helped him walk on shaky legs. He lay with his face in the pillow, and I ogled him while playing with the smooth, hard globes of his ass. My fingers teased along his crack, and he sighed. I ran my nose between his cheeks and held him wide to lick the tight little hole in front of me.
“Oh God, you’re killing me.” Bailey’s muffled voice spurred me on, and I slid my tongue in deep before sucking at the wet opening.
“Taste so fucking good. Can’t wait to stick my cock in here. You want that, don’t you?” I put a finger in my mouth to wet it, and eased it inside him.
“Yes, please. More.More,” he cried out, working himself on my finger.
“This is only one finger. Imagine what my dick is gonna feel like in there.”
“Stuff is in the drawer. Do it already.”
I reached out and found the lube and condoms. I’d never sheathed and slicked myself so quickly. Bailey positioned himself on all fours, and I circled the damp hole, then sank into him fully, grinning at his hiss.
“Like that?” Damn, he squeezed me like a fucking python. An explosion of heat wrapped around my shaft, and I willingly walked into that inferno. I rolled my hips, and Bailey rose higher on his knees and elbows. I grabbed him, and we fell into a rhythm where I gave and he took. There was no doubt that Bailey controlled the pace, meeting each push into him by tipping that gorgeous ass higher.
“Harder. Yeah, like that. Harder.”
“I should’ve known you’d be mouthy as fuck,” I grunted and pumped hard and fast. His moans of pleasure rose loud, and it was a fucking turn-on.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Do it. Fuck me till I’m done.”
I dug my fingers into his hips to hold him steady as I slammed into him over and over, my dick swollen and aching. “Like that? Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sweat blinded me, and my heart drummed a pounding beat. Everything centered at this moment. The bed creaked as I thrust into him, and my dick swelled, trapped in that slick passage. “You like that, don’t you?” Funny how it wasn’t only about my pleasure and getting off. I needed to know Bailey was feeling it too. “Don’t you? Tell me,” I demanded, driving in deeper.
“Yes, oh God, yes. Keston,” he wailed. “Fuck, oh fuck. I’m coming again.” The feel of his twitching body beneath me brokeme apart and I came, white light blinding me. I collapsed on top of him, still buried in his ass.
“Jesus, am I dead?” I muttered. My head buzzed as if a swarm of bees lived inside it, and I couldn’t move.
“I hope not. You’re too heavy to move.”
I cracked an eye open. With my breath finally steady, I slid out of Bailey, making sure to get the condom and toss it into the garbage.
“That was…something,” Bailey murmured.
Something else, I wanted to say.
“Stay the night?” he asked on a yawn.
I’d usually say no, but the bed was damn comfortable, and I had a feeling I wasn’t done with Bailey Marks yet.
Chapter Four
Bailey
The workweek was made so much better by having a hot weekend to reminisce about. And Keston had made it an inferno. I’d lain in bed, worn out from him pushing me to the edge, over and over, leaving me a quivering ball of nerves, half-dead from pleasure when he’d finally entered me.
And while I’d slept, he’d left, without waking me or leaving a note to say…what? Thanks? I didn’t know what I’d expected, but I’d hoped he’d want to see me again. With a gorgeous guy like Keston, I suspected if I wanted that to happen, I’d need to make the first move.
The phone rang, and I had to shelve my salacious thoughts to earn my keep. My secretary was busy on the other line, so I took the call.
“Hello, Bailey Marks. Can I help you?”
“Hi, Bailey, it’s Dr. Sharpe.”
