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After that, he showed no mercy. Henri flicked the tip of his tongue over Bailey’s warm, freshly showered flesh, and tormented the tight little pucker he was about to get inside. He dipped in and out, licked up and over, until Bailey was all but fucking his face, and when he added his thumb, then two fingers, a tortured sound tore out of his cop.
Henri raised his head, and as he took in his fingerprints and whisker burns marking Bailey’s skin, a sense of ownership overtook him.
Bailey was his. Here, now, and, as far as Henri was concerned, tomorrow and every day after that, and by the time they were through on the stairs, there would be no doubt left about it.
Chapter Fourteen
CONFESSION
I’d disappear with him anywhere…
Anywhere.
BAILEY’S ENTIRE BODY was as tense as a tripwire. He braced his hands on the landing above him and stared at the knot of wood directly in his sightline. He’d been using it to focus on ever since Henri had said, “Now, bend over, officer,” and it was the only reason he hadn’t already lost his damn mind.
Never, in all his life, had Bailey been so aware of every single nerve ending in his body. But as he knelt on Henri’s staircase, naked, spread open, and all but vibrating, Bailey thought it possible he just might die if he didn’t get some sort of relief, and soon.
Somewhere between entering Henri’s loft and being stripped out of his clothes, Bailey had given himself over. He’d given himself permission to let go of everything on his mind, and decided that instead of worrying about things out of his control, he was going to focus on the things he could. Like following Henri’s orders, word for goddamn word.
“Bailey, Bailey… Fuck me. I wish you could see the way you look right now.” Henri’s voice was reverent, but rough as sandpaper.
Bailey’s hands were still bound, his thighs spread shoulder width apart, per Henri’s direction, and as Bailey’s cock made a mess all over Henri’s stairs, he held himself propped up in place, aware of a delicious ache forming in his knees, thighs, and biceps.
He was going to feel this in more ways than one later. But when Henri’s hands came back to smooth over his ass, Bailey didn’t much care.
“You know, I’m never going to be able to look, walk, or pass by these stairs again without seeing you on them like this.”
As Henri stroked his thumbs down the slick path he’d made of Bailey’s crack, he spread him open. A shiver skated up Bailey’s spine.
“Hmm. I love when you do that.”
Bailey’s body vibrated again as Henri’s lips found the curve of his back and he snaked one of his hands between Bailey’s legs to wrap around his aching cock.
“When you tremble,” Henri whispered against his skin, as he began to stroke Bailey’s dick up and down. “When you shake for me like your body is about to come undone. About to explode from the intense fucking pleasure it’s experiencing.”
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” Bailey squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep a hold of himself, as he dug his fingertips into the solid wood beneath them and thrust backward.
He could feel Henri’s lips, teeth, and tongue tormenting his overly sensitized skin. When Henri finally began to kiss his way up Bailey’s spine, and let go of his erection to take hold of his waist, the anticipation of finally being filled had Bailey glancing back.
Henri raised his head, their eyes connected, and the fierce expression of arousal etched across his face gave Henri’s features a wild, almost savage look, as he slowly drew his tongue further up Bailey’s back.
Bailey’s arms shook and threatened to give way. He shoved back as Henri continued to make his way closer, closer, until he pressed a kiss to Bailey’s shoulder. “I’m about to fuck you until we both collapse on this staircase.”
As the warmth of Henri’s body left his, Bailey almost whimpered. Then Henri grabbed hold of Bailey’s waist and dragged the tip of his shaft along his narrow channel.
Bailey hung his head and counted back from a hundred. Don’t come. Don’t come, he told himself, as he shoved back against the intruder.
Henri chuckled, but the sound was strained, as he grabbed Bailey’s hips. “Mmm. You want that, huh?”
“Yes.” Bailey didn’t hesitate, willing to beg if it would get him what he wanted—and what he wanted was Henri inside him, filling him, consuming him.
Henri ran a hand over Bailey’s hip and down to his ass to spread him open, and then Henri’s wide head began to penetrate him.
Bailey’s arms shook as they did their best to hold him up, and he locked his thighs in place as Henri bore down on him until he was in as deep as he could go.
“Oh hell, Bailey…” Henri sounded like a man struggling to keep himself under control. As Bailey’s body adjusted to the exquisite intrusion, and the pleasure of being so incredibly full swept over him, his muscles clenched and tightened.
