I choked on a laugh, gasping as his hot mouth closed around the tip. I didn’t know why Bailey struggled with school. He was sure as hell a dedicated student.
He alternated sweet sucks with strokes of his hand and sweeping licks of his tongue. He couldn’t take me deep, but he made a simple blowjob into a symphony of pleasure, all the various parts working together, until I was groaning out my release.
I rolled him under me before he’d even caught his breath and returned the favor, loving the sounds he made, so vocal as I spread his ass cheeks and licked around his rim.
“Fuck!” he cried as I pushed the tip of a finger wet with saliva inside him. He clenched tight around it, shuddering. I waited, patiently, until his body relaxed.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said breathlessly, pushing his hips forward to take me deeper. “I can take it.”
“You sure can,” I said. “But just so you know, Bails, you don’t have to take it. If you don’t like it.”
He bit his bottom lip, staring down at me with glazed eyes. “I like it. But you’re…big.”
“That’s why we won’t rush it,” I said. “We’ll take our time to get there.”
I licked a stripe up his quivering dick, then swallowed it down, while pressing my finger a little deeper.
Bailey gave a strangled shout, cock pulsing on my tongue, and I drank down his pleasure.
Afterward, I gave him a spare toothbrush, and we cleaned up for bed. Even though we’d never done this before, it felt natural. Hell, I hadn’t slept with a man in my bed since I was in prison, holding a shaking Matteo, who’d been terrified after a scary close call in the showers.
I’d made myself his protector, and I’d fancied myself in love with him. But it was a bond created by dire circumstances. It wasn’t real, not out in here in the regular world. Matteo was straight and in love with his fiancée, Allison.
And I was falling hard for a college boy who refused to see that I wasn’t worth his time.
Bailey laid his head on my chest, hair tickling my chin, and murmured into the dark.
“Told you I’d get better at sex.”
I chuckled. “Baby, you could have been the worst, and I’d still feel fucking lucky to even touch you.”
Bailey raised his head. “Are you saying I’m still bad?”
“No.” I laughed. “You’re a fast learner. Fuck, baby. It’s so good. The best I’ve ever had. Okay?”
“Well, you don’t have to go overboard,” Bailey said. “I know I’m notthatgood.”
“You are to me,” I said simply.
It was true. I’d never felt so connected to someone while having sex. Before prison, I’d been in my casual, young adult phase. And during prison, I’d been desperate and rushed most of the time, the act more about physical release than pleasure.
Now, with Bailey, it was something else.
Something special.
I went to sleep with that thought lingering in my mind.
Morning would come too soon. Bailey would go back to school. I’d go to work with his brothers.
We’d be miles apart.
And yet, I knew, he’d be closer to my heart than anyone else.
I just hoped he didn’t get bored with me too quickly. At nineteen years old, Bailey wasn’t likely to settle down.
But maybe that was good. I would treasure this time with him, and then he’d move on to someone truly deserving.
