He bit his bottom lip. “Tonight?”
I pushed to my feet and grasped his face, kissing him hard, sucking the moisture from those succulent lips, and drinking down his needy sounds.
“Only if you’re ready,” I rasped. “You know I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
“Mm.” His eyes were glazed. “I’ll be ready. But for now…”
I turned off the faucet and reached for the towel. “Let’s move this to the bed.”
We dried off quickly, our skin still tacky as we came together in the middle of my bed. Bailey was heat and intensity, cock urgently hard against my thigh.
I got on my knees, taking hold of the headboard, and glanced over my shoulder. “Supplies are in the nightstand.”
Bailey grabbed what he needed, lubed up his fingers, and slipped one in. I closed my eyes, relaxing, letting him loosen me with far more finesse than the first time we’d done this.
He really was a quick study.
Bailey made a meal of my neck and shoulders while he fucked my hole loose with his fingers, then notched his cockhead into place.
“Ready for me?” he murmured into my ear.
“Always.”
He pushed in, much more slowly and gently. Maybe we’d taken the edge off in the shower earlier. Maybe he’d just learned a little something from our first time together. Either way, he had found the perfect tempo to spread and fill me.
My body warmed, bloomed like flower petals, opening for him.
When Bailey was in balls-deep, he grasped my pecs and squeezed. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I trembled a little, pinned as I was to the headboard. It was rare for me to feel vulnerable or weak, but something about this position did it.
“Love you,” I murmured.
“Oh, I fucking love you too,” he practically growled just before he drew back and slammed into me.
I cried out as the shock reverberated through my body. Bailey might not have my girth, but goddamn, the man knew how to move.
He fucked me hard and fast, then slowed to a sweet, languorous pace that had me begging.
“Need more,” I said with a groan. “Please, please, Bails. Take me hard.”
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, as if that’s what he’d been waiting for. He snapped his hips, his stamina seemingly unending.
My body lit up as he hit my prostate.
“Yes!” I reached down, grabbing my dick and stroking as the pressure mounted. “Fuck, baby,” I gasped. “So good.”
“Yeah.” He breathed harshly near my ear. “Gonna make you come first this time. Do it, Flynn. Fuckingdo it.”
He bit down on my shoulder, the flash of pain just what I needed to fly apart. I shouted as my cock pulsed in my fist.
“Thank fuck,” Bailey mumbled before he went rigid, shuddering, flooding the condom as he pushed as deep as he could get inside me.
Like he wanted to stay there forever.
And I’d let him, if I could. Anything to have the sweet, warm contentment that Bailey gave me. The feeling that with him, Ireally could shed my past and start new, fresh and untainted by life’s ugly mistakes.
Bailey and I napped, had lunch, and then I sent him on his way to see his brothers and friends with a promise to meet up for his birthday dinner.
