“Use this to jack me so you don’t choke. It’s okay if you just suck the tip, baby. It feels incredible.”
I moaned as I continued to try to take more of him in. The thrills running through my body at his moans and groans were nothing I’d ever experienced. I wanted so much more.
My tongue swirled around the tip of his hot cock, and before I knew it, Bailey pulled me to my feet and stripped me. My clothes were all over the floor, and he jerked my boxers down with a derisive chuckle as he helped me step out of my underwear. “When I get back, baby, shopping trip.”
We fell onto my bed, staring at each other. “Still no condoms?” He smirked.
“I haven’t gotten to the store. We’re both tested regularly. Can’t we go without?”
“I trust you, baby. Do you trust me?” Bailey’s question was unnecessary.
My breath hitched. “With my life, Bailey.”
He found the lube in the drawer of my bedside table and flipped the cap before he met my gaze. “Do you want to go without?”
I exhaled, knowing the answer immediately. “I do. I want to feel you, not a condom, Bailey. I’ve never had sex like this, but I trust you. I want you inside me uncovered.”
Bailey rolled onto his back and took my hand off his cock. “I haven’t gone without before, but I want to try a lot of things with you.”
He poured lube into his hand…the same lube I’d used to tackle my carnal desires before Bailey showed up in Vegas. I’d often thought about Bailey and what might have been had we been given more time, reliving the scant memories from a few years ago as we sat on the swing looking out at Angel Lake.
The man had stuck with me. There was nobody like him, and when I’d met him, I’d wished to hell I hadn’t lost track of him.
Chapter Eleven
Bailey
When Jagger came into the house and spotted me with my backpack, the pain in his eyes hit my heart like a baseball bat in the sternum. For whatever reason, Jagger thought I was leaving him behind, and that wasn’t what was happening at all.
“Oh, Trooper, I’ll be back. I’m leaving the rest of my stuff here with you. I don’t plan to let you go, Jagger. You’re too… You’re important to me. I’m leaving my heart here, along with my bike.” The relieved expression on Jagger’s handsome face was immediate.
I quickly called the airline to reschedule my flight for eight in the morning before hurrying to his bedroom, where he dropped to his knees for me. I nearly flooded his mouth at the first sensation of suction. He was new to the pleasure he could bestow with his hot, wet mouth, but that was what practice was for.
“God, I hate myself for stopping you, but I don’t want to come like this.” I helped him from the floor, and we sat on the side of the bed.
We had a brief discussion about going without condoms and decided it was a good idea since we’d both been tested regularly and were on PrEP meds, him because he was sexually active and me because of the nature of my job. Sometimes things got bloody with a jumper, and many of them were drug addicts. No way would any of us take unnecessary risks with our health.
With that out in the open, I waited for him to decide. After a moment, he simply stared at me, a nervous furrow of his brow revealing he was thinking too hard.
Finally, I spoke up, impatient to get things underway, however he wanted them to go. “So, for this first time, how about you top met?”
I was ready to take anything Jagger wanted to give me. I didn’t bottom often—hadn’t in years—but for him, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Poor guy seemed damn nervous about it, and I didn’t want that for our first time having sex.
“No. I want you to talk me through it, Bailey. I’ve experimented with my fingers inside my ass, and I like it a lot. Show me what I’ve been missing all these years.” His face flushed pink as he spoke those inviting words.
I took a deep breath. Jagger had given me a tall order, but I had such strong feelings for the man that I would do anything he asked.
Just to be sure… “Are you certain, Jagger?”
Jagger handed me the lube with the cap open. “I’m sure.”
I squeezed some slick onto my fingers and slid them together to warm the lube as I kissed him. Jagger Hansen was the man I’d been looking for my entire life. I was convinced of that more than anything. We had a few things to work through, but fuck if I didn’t want to come home to him.
“I’m going to open you, so I don’t hurt you, baby. Hands and knees, please.”
Jagger nodded and seemed to freeze at the same time. I eased from behind him and lay on my back under him to gaze into those gorgeous hazel windows to his soul. If he were afraid, I’d never push him. He had to want it, and if it took until the end of time for me to be inside him, I’d wait. I’d wait a fucking lifetime.
Jagger sighed. “I’m sorry I’m so nervous, Bailey. I want to give myself to you.”
