other hand to hold me up, to hold me in place. His jaw clenches as he feels how ready I am for him.
“Fuck, Bailey.” He presses his thumb right where I need him to, and my hips rock without my permission. Tightening his hold on my body, his lips kiss a trail up my leg. His mouth moves against me— his teeth rake against my tender skin, his tongue licks, and his lips pull at my clit. I start to shatter. My cheeks are hot, and my hands tangle in his hair to guide him where I need him most. My head falls back, and I cry out unintelligible words. Then just as I think I can’t take it, he curls his fingers inside me, and I come again. I try to push him away, but the grip he has on my hip won’t allow it.
“Cole, please… it’s too much.” The words are a rushed breath, and my legs are trembling. My ability to stand is faltering. I can feel when Cole smiles against me.
He draws his hand along the curve of my waist as he stands. Our lips meet again in a deep kiss, and I can taste myself on his tongue. He pulls away and brings his hand to my cheek. “You should always come at least twice. With how good you taste, I’d gladly make you come over and over again.”
His words brought my blush to an all-time high. I’d never been one to talk about sex. The guys I dated, they were mostly academic, easy… safe. And after a few good times, I send them on their way. Coming more than once isn’t something I’m used to. “What about you?” I reach down, dipping my thumb below his belt making him shudder.
He fists his hand in my hair and brings his mouth to mine roughly. He drags his teeth across my bottom lip just before he separates his lips from mine. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Bailey, but don’t tease me.”
“I won’t.”
I want to see him fall apart. See him disheveled…
I want to know what he looks like when he comes, when he loses control.
Will he clench his jaw? Will he hold me down? Does he growl on release? Will he show me all abandon?
Will he succumb to the pressure?
Will he let himself feel it, be free?
These questions run through my head as I ease myself down in front of him. My hands shake. I know very little about this man, but I can see the fire in his eyes. I can see how I affect him, and I like it.
The taste of her is still heavy on my tongue. I’ve never tasted anything so good, and if she weren't kneeling before me now, I’d have her coming in my mouth again. Bailey’s hands shake as she pulls my jeans and boxer briefs down in slow motion until I'm able to kick off my shoes and step out of them. Her eyes widen as she admires my size. She runs her tongue down my stomach, along the V of my hip before taking her lips to the tip of my cock. My eyes close for a moment, her hot breath making me unbearably hard. Her hand grips the shaft as she takes me in her mouth. My hands crudely tangle in her hair, guiding the motion. My eyes are open, and I watch as she tries desperately to take my length fully into her sweet as fuck mouth. Her tongue licking, her lips sucking… the sound makes me growl. I tighten my grip on the back of her head; her slow push and pull isn’t enough. I need it hard… I need to come in her mouth… down her throat. The desire to fill her with every inch of me is fierce. I thrust my hips, and she moans. I fuck her face slowly at first, reveling in the feel of my cock sliding down her throat. Her eyes water, but she takes it all. Her groan vibrates against the head, making it difficult to hold on.
My teeth drag across my bottom lip; my neck strains and my head tilts back as I call out her name. “Bailey… Christ.” I pump hard inside her tight little mouth, my release spilling down her throat. She pulls away and smiles just before she licks the tip again. I shudder as the sensation runs up my spine. My hands fall from her hair, and she stands. I pull her against me, aligning our bodies. Her mouth on mine, our scents blending together
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley