Chapter Seven
~Nolan~
“Come with me,” I took Bailey’s hand and walked towards the front door.
Everyone had left and not a moment too soon. Throughout the movie all I could think about was getting Bailey into my room and pinning his large form under my weight on my king size bed. From the moment he whispered I’ve always bottomed into my ear, all I could think of was spreading open his ass cheeks and having my way with him.
Once I was happy that the front and back doors were both locked and secured, as well as the windows and all the lights were out for the night, I led Bailey to my bedroom. I shoved him, maybe a bit more aggressively than planned, face first against the closed door and pasted my front to his back. Nipping at the intersection of his shoulder and neck, I sampled his warm salty flesh on my tongue. The man tasted ridiculously good and I craved him even more.
“It’s later,” I groaned, taking Bailey’s hands and lifting them above his head, pushing my semi-erect cock along the seam of his sweats and slowly rocking my hips.
“It certainly is,” Bailey confirmed in a quiet timbre, all gruff and gravelly.
“You are staying the night, right?” I whispered along the nape of his neck, his cheek resting against the door, his rear end pushing back against me.
“Try and stop me,” Bailey turned his head back and offering me his mouth.
With a new hunger, I trailed my tongue up Bailey’s neck, along the heavy scruff on his chin and pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth. His tongue jutted out to meet mine. I brought his left arm down and curled it behind him, then slid his open palm over the bulge in my pants. I wanted him to feel what he was doing to me, the way he made me hard. My heart was racing as Bailey’s hand gently squeezed and my jaw tightened as I nipped his cheek with a growl.
“Good answer.” I stepped back yanking Bailey with me. “Open the door before I fuck you right here.”
“Bossy,” Bailey joked, as he turned the handle and we burst through the door. “How did you know I like it rough? Wow! Very nice, Doc.”
I knew Bailey was referring to the state of my bedroom. Throughout the movie I made excuses to leave the room, washroom breaks, being the good little host by keeping drinks and snack bowls filled, and all the while preparing my room.
“You like?”
“If you’re trying to seduce me, Doc,” Bailey looked over to the foot of the bed and smiled. “I was already there in the hall, but this is nice… really nice.”
Tea lights in Mason jars lit everywhere in the room, setting a romantic ambiance. I had put a few drops of scented oil into a warming dish, the orangey scent of bergamot hanging in the air, just enough to elevate the mood. And as cheesy as it probably was, I had strewn white rose petals over the red satin sheets on the bed after pulling back the bedspread, allowing it to puddle onto the floor. On the bedside table, there was a stainless steel pump filled with my favorite lube and in a crystal dish was an overly eager amount of foil wrapped condoms. I followed Bailey’s eyes as he looked around. I had to laugh at myself for going unequivocally overboard. But you only walked this road once, what was it worth if you didn’t dive right in with both feet?
“No one has ever done anything like this for me,” Bailey said. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Maybe it’s better if you don’t say anything,” I crossed the distance between us until we stood no more than two feet apart. “I want you naked.”
Compliantly, with his tongue held in his cheek and a smirk on his lips, Bailey reached over his head pulling his shirt over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He watched as I did the same and reached for the waist on his sweats, tugging on the string. He bent forward slowly dragging them to his ankles. I offered him my hand as he fought to get the sweats off, cursing his prosthetic limb.
“Fucking thing,” he rumbled, as I dropped to my knees and tugged the sweats over each foot and tossed them aside. “Thanks, hard to be graceful with this thing.”
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, not certain Bailey had heard me.
I admired all of him, while smoothing my hands up the back of his thighs and over his briefs, getting as close to his hardening dick as I could without actually touching it and kissed his belly. Sniffing in the masculine scent that was only Bailey’s, I bit into the material of his briefs and tugged, growling like an animal as I looked up into Bailey’s hungry eyes. He seductively licked his lips and smiled as I gave in and used my hands to tug his underwear to his feet. I slipped them off each foot and sat back on my knees staring at his manhood. He was thick and heavily veined and my mouth watered thinking of how he tasted. Bailey reached down slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me to my feet.
“Why do I feel weak around you? This isn’t me. I’m a man, not a fucking jelly fish. I’m strong when I’m alone and then you walk into the room and without warning I break into a cold sweat, my guts roll around in my stomach, and my palms get all sweaty. I find it incredibly impossible to breathe. What the fuck kind of power do you have over me? I don’t want to be owned by you… but when you’re near me like this, all of a sudden, I get this freaked out urge to drop to my knees and submit. This is fucked. I’m fucked.”
Bailey was so cute with a panic stricken look on his face, his fists held tight at his sides, naked as the day he was born, and sporting a lovely hard-on. Believe it or not, I was feeling the exact same way, terrified that premature ejaculation would ruin the moment as I thought of fucking Bailey for the first time.
“Take it easy, Kitten,” I intentionally lowered my tone, taking Bailey by the hand and lead him over to the bed. “Just so you know, I like the driver’s seat… I like edging and the lighter side of BDSM, but only if and when you’re ready to submit to me.”
“Hmm… intriguing,” Bailey hummed, as we climbed clumsily onto the bed and dropped down facing each other. “This is… so not what I’m used to. How do you manage to make me hard without touching me? You get me hot and horny just looking at me from across the room. You have a very powerful energy about you.”
“You think?” I asked, scrubbing my fingers through Bailey’s chest hair, the tiny curls springing back into place as my fingers moved in a new direction. “You know what I think?”
“Hmm…?”
“You should shut up and kiss me,” I leaned closer, brushing my fingers through his hair. As his eyes closed and our lips touched, he gave a gentle moan.
The still, calm, quiet moment while our lips parted and our tongues tangling together in a slow tranquil dance ended the moment Bailey reached out and yanked me to his strong chest. The wild man inside Bailey came out like a blazing inferno as the air flew from of my lungs in the form of a strident grunt.
“Doc?” Bailey’s eyes blazed into mine. “I’ll gladly give you the driver’s seat, but you gotta get it out of second gear.”
My Andrew Christian’s were practically torn off of me and the pump of lube thrust into my hand. Bailey ripped open a condom with his teeth like a ferocious animal and stroked my cock to life. Proficiently, he rolled the condom down my dick and pinching the end, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, so sexy. He pumped lube into his palm, his tongue laving across his lips as he lubed up my cock and winked as he straddled my hips and applied lube along the crack of his own ass.
“Take it away, Doc, I’m all yours.” Bailey bent forward, closing his mouth over mine.
Watching Bailey’s performance had not only been entertaining, but was one fuck of an aphrodisiac. He had me as hard as a steel post, pre-cum seeping from me like a leaking tap. I brought my hand around the back of his thigh and fingered along the crease of Bailey’s lubed up ass to his puckered ring. The slippery lube was warm making it easier to slide the tip of my second finger inside Bailey as he groaned into my mouth. His muscled ring began to relax as I fucked him with one and then two fingers, his hips rocking to meet my rhythm.
Bailey boldly moved my hand away. I wasn’t sure if he understood what part of the driver’s seat I had meant. But as he lifted his hips and leisurely fed my dick into his tight hot hole I no longer gave a shit about who was dominant. His searing cavity swallowed me whole, stealing the air from my lungs, causing my head to spin. Bailey started out slow taking me to the balls and then rocked, tossing his head back as his hands pressed against my chest pinning me in place, groaning with pleasure. Bailey was beautiful before, he was breathtaking now.
“Oh, fuck,” Bailey exhale noisily.
Fucking Bailey from below felt amazing, the feel of my shaft in his muscled grip was like heaven. However, as mind-blowing as this moment was, I needed domination.
“On your back,” I insisted, pushing his knees back.
Once I had him on his back stared up at me with those gorgeous butterscotch colored eyes filled with the look of lust, I knew I was done for. I was sure he was going to make me cum right there and then. I grasped the head of my throbbing cock and squeezed, willing myself to hold back.
“Wait!” Bailey said, knocking his knuckles against Taz. “Let me get rid of this.”
I smiled with a nod and waited slowly stroking myself while Bailey ditched Taz and laid back, pulling his thighs to his chest with a come-hither stare.
“Fuck me, Doc,” he instructed. “Fuck me like your life depends on it.”
Screw the driver’s seat, I thought, as I teased Bailey’s hole with my cock, rubbing it back and forth, listening to his breaths quicken and then ramming the head of my cock inside him. His hands grasped hold of my thighs, his head pushing back into the pillow. When Bailey’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth opened wide, the sound of him panting, I knew my control came back into play.
“Ohh… just hold it there for a second,” he begged, as he opened his eyes and licked across his plumped lips. “Okay… now make me scream!”
Bossy little fucker, I thought. He’d be screaming when I got done with him. I maneuvered his one leg over my shoulder, holding his stump in my hand and thrust forward, my jaw clenched tight. I buried myself balls deep as Bailey’s rumbling cry filled the stale air in the room. I fucked him hard and fast. His nails were painfully digging into my thighs as he looked into my eyes and bared his teeth like a greedy animal. He was really enjoying this, could he be the man of my dreams?
“I’m going to cum!” he shouted, taking hold of his lovely swollen cock and jacking it with brazen passion.
Stroke after excruciating stroke, I watched as Bailey’s jaw dropped open and he let out a long, anguished cry, jizz spurting out of the head of his cock like a fountain, puddling beautifully on his chest and up the side of his neck. I could practically taste it on the tip of my tongue as my own release jetted into the sheath seated deep inside of Bailey. I pulled out and sat back on my knees as Bailey’s body relaxed. His legs fell onto the mattress and he let out a tranquil sigh as I tied the condom into a knot and tossed it over the edge of the bed.
He practically glowed, the light dusting of perspiration on his gorgeous body glistened in the light of the candles. I couldn’t believe we had just had sex and Bailey was lying on my bed looking as satiated as my heart felt. I began to crawl up Bailey and smiled meeting his eyes as my tongue slowly dipped into the puddle of cum on his tight hard abs. He tasted just as I imagined he would, strong, pungent, and all male.
“Mmm…” Bailey smiled, watching lick after lick as I made a meal of him.
As I licked up the side of Bailey’s neck, he took hold of my head in both hands and pulled my face to his, his tongue delving into my mouth, swirling and lapping at my tongue. Then he swiftly grasped hold of the hair at the back of my head and yanked it back. He leisurely licked from my chin, up my cheek and over my eyelid with a look of pure greed so carnal it sent a visible shiver racing along my spine.
“Life’s going to be interesting with the two of us fighting for dominance in the bedroom,” Bailey whispered against my lips, his fist tightening in my hair, the smile on my face growing as I chuckled. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m going to be a very happy man,” I agreed as he tugged in tight and my dick twitched. “I think I’ll start calling you Tiger. Kitten somehow doesn’t fit anymore.”
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~Nolan~
All day Sunday was occupied with hot sweaty monkey sex, swimming laps in the pool, and lazing on loungers soaking up the sun. Bailey cooked us breakfast, his mother’s recipe for waffles he told me, as he heated up the waffle iron and searched my pantry for ingredients. I sat on the kitchen counter watching as he chopped up apricots and oranges and added Amaretto from the liquor cabinet before heating it in a pot on low, creating the most wonderful smells to ever come out of my kitchen. Bailey put me to work whipping cream by hand in a chilled bowl with a whisk, apparently, I was distracting him. He made me laugh.
We ate breakfast on the back steps sitting side by side, Bailey’s toes playing with mine while listening to music on an old portable radio I had bought at a garage sale. The apricot and orange syrup tasted amazing, so amazing that Bailey laughed at me while I literally licked my plate clean. We skipped lunch no doubt, opting for a hearty game of make-me-scream-at-the-top-of-my-lungs on the dining room table buck naked. For a big boy, Bailey sure could scream like a girl when his prostate was hit just the right way.
I’m almost certain the neighbors got an eyeful when Bailey chased me out the back door and around the pool naked, after he insulted my coffee and I flicked his bare ass with the dish towel. Zippy earned his name when he tackled me into the pool, who knew he could move so fast?
Totally exhausted from the day and Bailey having to go to work, we ordered in Chinese and napped on and off until Bailey announced he needed to go home and shower.
“Shower here,” I offered.
It had been such a fabulous weekend I didn’t want it to end. Bailey combed his fingers through my hair and smiled into my face as we laid on the sectional.
“I have been here all weekend,” Bailey fiddled with the buttons on my shirt. “Besides, I need clean clothes. You should be sick of me by now.”
“Sick of you, no way,” I said with strong conviction, as Bailey sat up stretching his arms over his head. “I could get used to you being around here. Speaking of, I think you should leave a few changes of clothes in my closet… just in case.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” Bailey winked. I rubbed his thigh as he looked down at me. “Just in case. But for now, I really have to go.”
“Give me a second to change and I’ll grab my keys.”
I rolled from the couch and gave Bailey a quick peck on the cheek. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
“No bother, I can take a taxi,” Bailey protested.
“I want to drive you,” I scolded. “It’s no bother at all.”
Bailey held my hand most of the drive, trying to convince me that I should go fishing with him, this was the date he chose. How was I supposed to say no when he grinned into my face and seduced me with the promise of home baked goodies and a fresh fish dinner afterwards?
“I just have to get the oven going and heat the fryer and then I’ll pick you up, okay?”
“How about I just walk across the street and wait for you here?” I offered. “I’ll be at the station until three am, no sense going home and then coming back a few hours later… If that’s okay with you?”
“Better still,” Bailey wiggled his brows. “I’ll tell Sierra I’m expecting you, she’ll show you where my door is and you can come up and get a few hours of sleep before we go.”
Slowly nodding my head, a smile stretched across my face. That was the kind of invitation a guy would be a fool not to accept.
“Wait, I didn’t realize you lived at the coffee shop.”
“Yup,” Bailey leaned in for a kiss and then climbed out of the car, leaning in the window. “It isn’t the Taj Mahal, but it’s my little palace. By the way… the best feature is my king size bed. Later.”
“Later,” I laughed, watching Bailey as he waved to customers and disappeared through a back doorway.