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Henri grinned, and as he reached out and ran his slippery fingers over Bailey’s tight balls, he said, “You like this, Bailey? You like watching me like this?”
Bailey tongued his top lip and nodded. “I like everything you do. The way you walk, talk, even the way you dress. But I especially like the way you make me feel. The way you touch me and fuck me, and I want to feel that again, and again.”
Blown away by the bold words, Henri let go of himself and climbed up over the top of Bailey. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. But I sure as hell am gonna do my best to keep you.”
BAILEY’S HEART WAS hammering a mile a minute as he stared up at Henri’s mesmerizing face. The sincerity behind Henri’s words both scared and excited him, because, just like Henri, he was experiencing all kinds of emotions.
It seemed his brain was now fully on board with what his body wanted, and with every touch, word, and feeling shared between them, what had once started out as a simple case of chemistry had turned into something much more than either had expected.
Bailey took hold of Henri’s face between his hands. “Just keep being you, because that’s who I want.”
Henri’s jaw clenched and his eyes got impossibly darker, and Bailey couldn’t wait any longer. He was done being shy, done holding back; he wanted this man every way he could get him. “Now will you get inside me?” Bailey said, and Henri tightened his hold and then tumbled them across the bed.
When they finally came to a stop, Henri was flat on his back with a wide grin and Bailey straddled over the top of him.
“You want me?” Henri said, that sexy bad boy coming back out to play as he smoothed his palms up Bailey’s thighs. “Then take me.”
Bailey looked down at the glorious man laid out beneath him and put his hands on Henri’s chest to tweak the silver bars. Henri grunted, and when Bailey leaned down and tongued them, he bucked up and cursed.
“Fuck, Bailey.”
Bailey raised his head, enjoying the hell out of himself. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you real good.”
Henri chuckled, gripping Bailey’s ass tight, and as he stroked his slippery fingers up and down Bailey’s crack, he grinned. “Bring it on, officer. Do your worst.”
The glint in Henri’s eyes made Bailey’s dick throb. “You know, I think you actually mean that.”
“Hmm, then I would say you’re starting to understand me really—ahh, fuck—well.”
Bailey had a hand around Henri’s slick dick now, squeezing and stroking. “You think so?”
“Yeah, I fucking do.”
“So I wouldn’t be wrong in thinking you’d really like me to sit on your cock right now?”
Henri gripped the sheets under him. “Jesus, where the hell did you and that dirty fucking mouth come from?”
“I don’t know,” Bailey said as he began to pump his fist up and down Henri’s length. “Seems you were right: you are a bad influence.”
Henri slammed his eyes shut and shoved his head back into the pillow, and when he finally seemed under some kind of control again, he opened his eyes and said, “You trying to kill me or what?”
“No,” Bailey said, as he finally let go and moved up to his knees. As he lowered to tease himself with the tip of Henri’s dick, he added, “I’m just doing my worst, Henri. I’m just doing my worst.”
With one hand braced on Henri’s waist to control his pace, Bailey reached back with his other hand and spread himself open, so he could bear down on the wide head seeking entry.
As Henri slipped past the first barrier, Bailey gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, but when a warm, slippery hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke, Bailey opened his eyes, his body relaxing until it swallowed Henri’s cock whole.
Fuuuck, Bailey thought, as he stared down into Henri’s face, and he knew that this moment between them had just changed everything. How did he know that? Because he never wanted it to end.
Henri ran his hands up Bailey’s thighs and around to his ass and said, “Come down here,” and Bailey knew Henri felt the exact same way.
Bailey rolled his hips several times before he curled down over the top of Henri. As he ran his hands through Henri’s hair and began to move on top of him, Henri dug his fingers into Bailey’s ass to bring him closer.
Their mouths met in a feverish kiss, and Henri ran a hand up his back to Bailey’s neck, to keep the two of them connected at both hip and lip. But he had nothing to worry about; Bailey was going nowhere other than out of his mind with need. Henri was consuming him body and soul, and the more Bailey had of him, the more he wanted.
