“Because my control is shot, and it’s been a long fucking time since anyone other than me has touched my cock.”
“So, you’re going to come on me?” I swear to god her lashes flutter as she asks me that.
This girl. Her questions. I can hardly keep up. It doesn’t help that her hands haven’t stopped working me. I tip my head back and groan.
“I’m fine with that. I think I might like it.”
My body coils tight, muscles bunching beneath her touch. “Bailey.”
She hums in response, and there’s almost a laugh to the noise. She knows she drives me insane and gets off on it.
“What? I’m on birth control. You can come wherever you want, and it would probably be—”
“Jesus,” I bite out and reach down for her. With my hands gripped around her ribs, I lift her easily and toss her back against the pile of pillows that protect her from the headboard as I scramble up on my knees.
“You’re a little cock tease. You know that?”
Her eyes are like saucers, wild and sparkling, and this girl … this girl fucking smirks at me.
Her shirt has lifted high enough that I have an easy view of the red lace shorts she’s wearing. The sight of her—legs splayed, cheeks flushed—makes me feral.
“Lose the shirt. I’m not staring at Madonna while I watch you fuck this toy.”
Her mouth pops open, and I consider shoving my dick in to watch her try to keep up with the real thing. But she’s never done this before, so I can’t do it all at once. I have to pace myself. I have to go slow with her.
She deserves every one of the bases. She deserves all the angsty almosts.
Bailey rips off her shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. I move forward and kneel between her legs, using my eyes to trace every curve.
I want to memorize exactly how she looks right now. Dusky nipples, heaving chest, goddamn triangle tan lines from that bathing suit she’s always laying out in.
My fingers trail the scalloped top edge of her red lace underwear, hooking under but not pulling yet.
“Can I take these off?”
She nods, eyes now fixed on where my hands are. She looks so tiny beneath them. I peel the fabric away, inch by delicious inch, bending her knee to free one side.
I decide I like the look of them haphazardly still stuck on one leg, wrapped around one thigh, like we didn’t care enough to take them off completely.
It makes her look a little disheveled. A little undone.
I smirk at the sight, glancing up at her. “You okay, Bailey? Gonna need you to keep talking to me.”
She nods, an edge of panic in the movement.
“Sugar.” I move forward, leaning over her sprawled body, the one I had my hands on in the middle of a stupid dance floor mere hours ago. I grasp her chin gently between my thumb and forefinger. “Any time you want to stop, we stop. You got that?”
“Oh my god. Please don’t stop.” The words come out on a sharp exhale. “Just ignore me. I’m having an out-of-body experience.”
“Bailey. I’m not ignoring you.”
She licks her lips. “You should.”
“Impossible. I’m memorizing you,” I reply softly before kissing her again and feeling her naked body bow up into mine as I settle down over her.
Her hands tangle in my hair before running over my shoulders, trailing down my spine. I lose track of how long we spend like this. My body draped over her. Her lips fused with mine. My fingers pinching her nipples. Her hips rocking desperately against mine.
I don’t stop her when she reaches for the waistband of my partially removed boxers. “These are driving me crazy,” she mumbles against my lips as she tugs at them frantically. “I want them off. I want to feel you.”
I pant against the crook of her neck as she leans up just far enough to shove them away. And then her hands are back on my cock, gripping me. Her touch is clumsy and unfettered. Warm and firm.
“Beau,” she moans my name and my hips flex toward her, into her grip. Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the backs of my calves. “More.”
She draws me close.
“Bailey … ” My swollen head bumps against her inner thigh. “Careful.”
I dig my teeth into her shoulder, wanting to leave another mark on her.
“I … ” She breathes that one syllable, and it’s so full of longing that I almost lose it. “I don’t want to be careful.”
I bite her neck. Her skin is hot, a match for mine as we slide against one another. It’s intoxicating. Her smell. Her feel. Her words.