I tug at his underwear. “Take these off.”
Bailey sits up, quickly dragging his briefs down. His cock springs free, pink and smooth, long with a thick vein running underneath. I shuffle out of my boxers, then grab his thighs and pull him so that he has to knee-walk over me until his cock is resting against my face. I stick my tongue out and lick from his base to the tip. Using my hand to guide him into my mouth, I close my eyes, feeling the weight of his cock as it brushes my tongue and grazes the back of my throat. My eyes sting for a moment; I’m not sure if it’s from my gag reflex being tested for the first time in a while, or if this is exactly how I remember him. The shape, the taste—it’s all the same.
Bailey jerks, pushing his cock deeper, making me gag. “Sorry!” He rushes to pull out, cock bobbing in front of my face, a string of saliva trailing from his tip to my lips. I pant, catching my breath.
I want more.
“Turn around,” I growl, giving him a push to speed things up. He catches on quickly and does as I ask, straddling me backwards so that his cock is dangling above my face. I feel him rub his cheek against my thigh; the scratch of his stubble makes my stomach tense and pre-cum leak from my tip. I try to focus on guiding his cock into my mouth, when I feel him push his nose into my groin and inhale deeply.
Oh fuck.
A loud groan escapes me as he gives an open-mouthed kiss to the side of my cock. “Bay.” I slap his arse to get his attention before I lose all my senses.
“Mmm?” is all the response I get, sending vibrations straight to my balls.
“Can you control the pace?” I ask, hoping he understands.
“Mhm,” he confirms. Swallowing me down to the root, then thrusting as he comes up, his cock brushing against my chin.
“Fuck,” I grunt, squeezing his arse cheeks.
Bailey whimpers, and I feel pre-cum drip from his tip onto my neck.I fist his cock and lick the head, a burst of salt hitting my tongue, before I relax my throat and swallow him down. His hot mouth pulsates as it moves up and down my length, while he simultaneously cuts off my air supply, thrusting deep into my throat, making my brain glitch.
Bailey’s thrusts start to speed up. I draw my knees up for purchase on the mattress as I push up into his mouth. We both lose any sense of control, moans and whimpers mixing as we near the edge. Bailey shouts around my cock as hot cum pulses out of him, straight down my throat. I finally let go and release into his mouth. We both drink one another down, and then Bailey pitches forward, collapsing onto me, arms wrapping around my legs.
His fingertip traces the scar on my ankle as we lie there catching our breath.
“How?” he whispers.
“When the ropes caught fire, I couldn’t get them off quick enough. They were made from plastic, so it melted to my skin,” I say, sobering up way too fast. He makes a soft noise, then I feel him press his lips to one, then the other, making my heart ache. I can’t believe I ever thought someone so gentle could have hurt me.
This is exactly where we belong—together.
BAILEY
A low humvibrates against the side of my neck, and I’m pulled from my sleep, floating close to the surface. Teddy’s squeezing me so tight I can barely take a full breath. He pushes his nose into my neck, breathing in, sending a shiver down my spine. I wriggle against him, trying to get away from the tickle of his beard, but end up brushing against his hard cock. His hand stroking along my hip pauses, and he grips me hard when I grind my bare arse against him.
“What time is it?” I mumble.
“Ten. You slept like a rock.” He kisses the underside of my jaw, continuing to rub his beard all over me. My morning wood aches, feeling tight and oversensitive. I clasp my hand around it, pumping a few times to take the edge off.
“What are you doing?” Teddy asks, lifting the duvet. “Are you needy, Bay?” His large, rough hand replaces mine, as he grinds his erection between my arse cheeks.
“Fuck, Teddy,” I groan.
“Roll over,” he whispers in my ear. I feel him move away, and when I turn around, he’s on his back, the duvet pushed off. His stiff cock lying against his stomach, twitching as he reaches for me. He pulls me onto his lap and cups my arse, digging his fingers into my flesh, dragging me along his body until our cocks grind against one another. A deep rumble comes from the back of his throat as he thrusts up against me at the same time.
“Use me,” he says on a breath.
“What?” I lean against his pecs to brace myself.
“Make yourself cum.” He squeezes my arse again, forcing my hips to work, and I rub myself against him, stomach tensing as the friction pulls me deeper. One of his hands wraps around our lengths and tightens, while the other runs up my hip and side until it’s on my pec. He pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Do you want to cum?” he says softly. When I open my eyes, he’s looking up at me through hooded eyelids, cock throbbing against mine. Every time I thrust, my foreskin rolls down and my head catches on his.
“I’m—I’m close,” I pant.
He starts to pump us, jaw clenching as he groans, “Cum on me, Bay, I want to feel it, give it to me.”
