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He needed to get out of these jeans as soon as fucking possible, and when he got to his feet to do just that, Bailey’s heavy-lidded fuck-me eyes landed on him. With his shirt and pants spread wide open, his cop looked hotter than anything Henri could ever remember seeing, and when Bailey wrapped a hand around his cock to stroke it, Henri quickly reached into his pocket to pull his wallet and a condom free.
As his hands worked double time to get his jeans undone and gone, Bailey did the same. He was looking at Henri as a starving man would a feast, and as he slowly trailed his gaze down over him, Henri knew one thing for damn sure—he couldn’t wait to be eaten.
With a hand now wrapped firmly around his stiff dick, Henri looked to the bedside table before turning back to Bailey. “You got anything fun tucked away in that drawer over there?”
“Uh, no. It’s, um—” Bailey’s eyes cut to the nightstand as a flush hit his cheeks.
“It’s what?” Henri said.
“It’s been a while, that’s all. So, there’s nothing too exciting.”
Henri eyed him on the bed, smirked, and when he pulled open the drawer and found a half-empty bottle of lube, he picked it up.
“Not too exciting, huh? I don’t know about that.” Henri looked to the bottle and then back to Bailey. “The thought of you using this on yourself excites the hell out of me.”
Bailey worried his bottom lip with his teeth as Henri tossed the lube on the comforter, and then he placed a knee on the edge of the mattress and said, “When did you buy that?”
Bailey swallowed as his eyes roved over Henri’s body, and then he reached between his legs and said, “Two weeks ago.”
Fuck yes, right after we met. That was what Henri had been hoping for, and as he climbed up on the bed and Bailey parted his legs, Henri moved down over him and planted a hand by either side of his head.
At the skin-to-skin contact, Bailey let out a ragged moan and reached for Henri’s hips, and when he pulled him down and their cocks finally rubbed up against each other, the feeling was un-fucking-real.
“That bottle’s been well used in two weeks,” Henri said, his lips a mere whisper over the top of Bailey’s. “Tell me, how many nights did you lie here and get off to this exact scenario, officer?”
Bailey slid his hands around Henri’s waist and dug fingers into the firm flesh of his ass. “None.”
Henri didn’t buy that for a second, and just as he was about to say so, Bailey flashed that shy, all-American smile.
“I’ve gotten off every morning since I met you—sometimes twice. I work nights.”
“And was this what you were thinking about?”
“Sometimes…”
“And the other times?”
Bailey arched up. “The other times I’m on my stomach under you. Just like you said back in the restaurant.”
Henri cursed at that visual and ran his tongue along the stubble on Bailey’s cheek. “Now there’s an idea I think I should get behind.” Then he pushed up and back, grabbed one of Bailey’s wrists, and flipped him onto his stomach.
Clearly on board with that plan, Bailey shifted into position without protest, and a second later, when Henri kissed the base of his spine, Bailey let out a sound of pure bliss.
Things were about to go from zero to sixty real quick, and Henri couldn’t wait.
THE SOFT DUVET against his overly sensitive cock felt amazing as Bailey shifted into the position he’d been dreaming about for the last fourteen days. Ever since he first saw Henri, he’d wondered what it would be like to be naked and under him, and as he widened his legs a fraction, Bailey felt the mattress dip, then Henri kissed his way up his spine and settled between his spread legs.
Bailey could feel the hot, heavy throb of Henri’s thick erection where it nestled between his cheeks, and Bailey closed his eyes to take a moment to just…feel. It’d been so long since he’d enjoyed the full weight of another person pressing him down into his mattress. But when Henri braced himself with a hand on either side of Bailey’s head and began to roll his hips, there was no way Bailey was able to keep still.
The pure strength in the body behind him had Bailey’s urge for closer contact at an all-time high, and he jacked his hips up to meet the downward roll of Henri’s and clenched the covers for a better grip.
“Your body is a fucking masterpiece,” Henri said by his ear. “You’ve got muscles on top of muscles back here.”
Goosebumps broke out over Bailey’s skin as a shiver of lust skated up his spine, and then Henri trailed one of his palms down Bailey’s side to settle on his hip.
