Confessions: Bailey (Confessions Series Book 6)

by Ella Frank

  Bailey didn’t need any further instruction after that. He was in and out of the shower in under ten minutes. In less than fifteen, they were inside Henri’s car. Twenty minutes later, the front door to his loft was being pushed open, and twenty-one minutes after that, Henri had Bailey exactly where he wanted him—alone.

  Chapter Thirteen

  CONFESSION

  I always hated the stairs as a workout.

  But maybe it was because I was doing it wrong.

  BAILEY HAD BARELY shut the door to Henri’s loft when his back was shoved up against it, Henri’s body flush against his. The entire drive back from the gym had been an exercise in restraint, each of them making the trip in silence, the air swirling around them all but crackling with sexual need.

  Somewhere during his hellish night, horrible morning, and midafternoon boxing therapy session, Bailey’s emotions had run the full gamut. He’d gone from shock to upset, grief to guilt, disbelief to anger. And now, as his back collided with the solid wood surface, he’d thrown all of those aside to focus on something much easier to understand—lust.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” Henri said, his hands immediately going to the edge of Bailey’s tank top. “That drive felt like it took forever.”

  “I know.” Bailey slid his palms over the black fabric of Henri’s sweats to his ass. “I was close to asking the driver of that red Toyota at the last stop if they know it’s just as illegal to drive under the speed limit as it is to drive over it.”

  Henri chuckled as he bent his head to nip at Bailey’s lower lip. “In a hurry to get back here or something?”

  Bailey squeezed the tight ass in his hands and thrust his hips forward. “What do you think?”

  Henri inched his fingers under the material of Bailey’s top, kissed his way up to Bailey’s ear, and whispered, “I think I want to get you out of these clothes. Right. Fucking. Now.”

  Bailey groaned and nodded, and as Henri began to inch the top up his torso, Bailey raised his arms. Henri growled, a sound that went straight to Bailey’s dick, and when his shirt was up around his wrists, Henri wrapped them several times, tucked in the end, and then pinned them in place against the door with one of his hands.

  “Oh, would you look at that. Seems you’re gonna be detained for a little while, Officer Bailey.”

  Bailey licked along his lower lip as he bucked his hips. “Now there’s a role reversal.”

  Henri gave a devilish grin that made Bailey’s blood heat, then lowered his head and licked a hot, wet path up the underside of one of Bailey’s biceps. “Never been restrained before, huh?”

  Bailey swallowed and turned his head, and the scorching heat in Henri’s eyes did nothing to douse the flames licking through his veins. “No. You?”

  The smirk that crossed Henri’s lips was downright depraved. “Many have tried, but…”

  “But?” Bailey said, the word practically a sigh when Henri wedged a thigh between his leg.

  “But I can get out of a pair of handcuffs in less than ten seconds. Sooo, there’s really no point.”

  The twinkle in his eyes told Bailey that Henri was telling the truth, and there was something so damn hot about his arrogance. “I’d like to see that.”

  “Hmm. I’ll make you a deal.” Henri brushed their lips together. “If you can find the energy to cuff me once I’m through with you, I’ll show you.”

  Something about that offer, the idea of having Henri at his mercy, had Bailey arching off the door in an effort to get closer to Henri. All his thoughts now centered around Henri’s naked body, his for the taking. “Deal.”

  “Good. Now, I was thinking it just might be fun to see if you can follow orders like we talked about on the phone yesterday. Remember that conversation?”

  Oh shit. Bailey had completely forgotten about that. But as Henri let go of his hands and said, “Keep your arms above your head until I tell you to move,” it all came rushing back and went directly to Bailey’s dick.

  Henri hooked his fingers into the elastic of Bailey’s waistband and slowly inched the sweats down one side of his hip.

  When Bailey groaned, Henri shook his head. “Don’t you move.” Bailey clenched his fingers into fists in an effort to keep still. Once he had himself under control, Henri tugged the other side of the sweats down and said, “Now, where was I?”

  Driving me out of my mind? Bailey thought, as Henri placed his lips to his collarbone.

  “Oh, that’s right.” Henri flicked his tongue over the tight skin there. “I was getting you out of these fucking clothes.”

  Bailey swallowed a deep breath as Henri began to pull the sweats and briefs free. As he dragged his tongue down the center of Bailey’s torso, Bailey let his breath out in a rush, fearing that the pleasure and lack of oxygen to his brain would make him pass out—and he’d be damned if that happened before he got to the naked portion of this afternoon.

  “Mmm, all nice and fresh,” Henri said, now kneeling at Bailey’s feet, and then he flicked his tongue around Bailey’s navel and dipped inside. “All over, I wonder?”

  Bailey’s dick lurched, making it clear it didn’t want to be left out of the taste-testing action.

  “I told you back at the gym that payback would be a bitch, Bailey. You need a time-out?”

  Bailey shook his head. He could feel Henri’s warm breath ghosting over the head of his cock, and the sensation was so sublime that it had his tongue saying words he never could’ve imagined saying. “I need your mouth on my dick.”

  It was a toss-up as to who was more surprised by his boldness. But there was no doubt who recovered first, judging by the hedonistic chuckle that rumbled out of Henri.

  “Is that right?”

  “Yes,” Bailey said, panting. “Jesus, Henri. Are you trying to drive me insane?”

  “Maybe a little.” Henri reached out and wrapped a fist around the root of Bailey’s shaft and leaned in to flick his tongue over the swollen head. “But what I’m really trying to do is get you naked so I can get inside you. So how about you step out of these and do us both a fucking favor?”

  At the loss of Henri’s hand, Bailey was spurred into action, kicking out of his Nikes and then stepping out of what was left of his clothes. Once he was completely naked, Henri got to his feet and took a step back, running his scorching gaze over Bailey’s face, his chest, his abs, and finally his hard cock, which was now on proud display.

  “Fuck, Bailey,” he said, and massaged the bulge behind his sweats. “I’ve gotta say, you look real fucking good standing there against my door. Spread your legs a little wider for me.”

  Bailey’s entire body vibrated at the compliment and order, and then he shifted until his feet were shoulder width apart.

  Henri abandoned any kind of slow, steady payback bullshit then. He shoved his hand in behind the straining black material of his pants to grab hold of himself and stroke. The expression in his eyes had Bailey’s balls tightening.

  Henri looked like a man who wanted to get inside of him and stay there for as long as it took to slake the lust clawing at him. Bailey jutted his hips forward, and Henri finally moved.

  He took two strides, grabbed hold of Bailey’s chin, and then crushed his mouth down over the top of Bailey’s. The kiss all but melted Bailey to the floor. He grunted as he shoved his head forward, thrusting his tongue between Henri’s lips, and when Henri bit down on his lip, Bailey cursed.

  A harsh growl rumbled out of Henri’s throat as he reached up over Bailey’s head and pinned his tied wrists in place. He began to roll his hips against Bailey’s.

  Every single thought in Bailey’s head disappeared until all that remained was Henri. He wanted Henri’s hands, mouth, and body, and he wanted them now.

  “Henri.” Bailey tore his mouth free, and his head fell back against the door. “Fuck… I…”

  Henri flexed his fingers around Bailey’s wrists and scraped his teeth along his jaw. “Come with me,” he said against Bailey’s lips, then he tugged on the
material around Bailey’s wrists and pulled his arms down, guiding him away from the door.

  HENRI’S COCK WAS pounding like a motherfucker. But what did he expect? He’d barely let his cop walk inside his place before he’d tied Bailey up, pinned his hands over his head, and stripped the gorgeous man naked. Of course, his dick hated him. It wanted in. It wanted action. It wanted Bailey, and when they got upstairs to his bedroom, Henri planned to give it all those things.

  As Henri guided Bailey across the living room, he couldn’t help the delicious satisfaction he got from the fact Bailey was letting him order him around right now. Not only that, but he was fully into it.

  His cop was opening up, exploring his sexual side more and more every time they were together, and holy fuck, when he’d told Henri to suck his dick, Henri had just about forgotten his little game of payback and decided to let Bailey be in charge.

  But no, he hadn’t forgotten. In fact, he was well into his “boss the cop around” fantasy now. As he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up, Henri knew exactly what he wanted to see next.

  “After you,” Henri said as he moved aside, wondering just how far Bailey’s boldness would go. Bailey eyed the stairs and then looked at Henri. When Henri arched a brow, the sexy officer swallowed and walked forward to take the first step.

  Henri moved in behind him, his eyes travelling from Bailey’s bare feet to his muscled calves. When Bailey took the second and third step, Henri’s gaze roamed further north to the tight hamstrings and spectacular backside.

  The plan was to get Bailey upstairs to his bed, where Henri could get naked, stretch out over that toned body, and work it out.

  But around halfway up the staircase, his bedroom seemed too far away and the temptation in front of him too close. “Stop.”

  Bailey froze, two steps from the landing, and started to turn around.

  “Don’t move. Stay exactly the way you are.”

  Henri moved up a step until he was eyelevel with Bailey’s phenomenal ass. He reached out and ran a finger down Bailey’s crack. “Now, bend over, officer.”

  Henri remained silent, wondering just how far Bailey was willing to go with this. But then his cop parted his legs a little for a sturdier stance and bent at the waist, and Henri cursed—loudly.

  “Best fucking view ever.” Henri took another step up. “Brace your hands on that landing there. Yeah,” Henri said when Bailey did as he was told. “Just like that.”

  Goddamn it.

  Bailey looked so fucking good right now that Henri wasn’t exactly sure where he wanted to start. One thing he was sure of, though, was how thankful he was that he still had his wallet in his pocket, because there was no way on God’s green earth they were gonna get off these stairs without him fucking the hell out of Craig Bailey.

  Lowering to the step in front of him, Henri settled on his knees and brought his hands up to the smooth skin covering Bailey’s ass. Bailey sucked in a breath, and Henri knew his cop was just as on edge as he was.

  “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen in my life. You know that.” As Henri squeezed and pulled Bailey’s cheeks apart, a desperate groan floated down the stairwell.

  “Damn, Bailey.” Henri dragged one of his thumbs along Bailey’s narrow channel. “This little detour of mine is working out even better than I first thought.”

  As Henri pressed the pad of his thumb against the tight hole, Bailey shoved back, making Henri chuckle.

  “Hmm, you’re liking it too, I see.” Henri bent his head and flicked his tongue across the base of Bailey’s spine. “What do you like most, I wonder? Me bossing you around? You naked on your hands and knees? Or me—about to kiss, bite, and fuck this incredible body of yours right here on my staircase?”

  “Holy shit.” Bailey’s voice shook as his body trembled, and Henri scraped his teeth across the top of one of Bailey’s cheeks.

  “Bailey?”

  “Yeah,” Bailey all but panted, making Henri grin.

  “Spread these knees a little wider for me. I wanna get all up in here and drive you crazy.”

  A curse left Bailey’s lips, but he immediately did as he was told, and once he was braced and steady, Henri lowered his head and dragged his tongue along the hot, shadowy cleft calling to him.

  “Ahh… Oh my fucking God,” Bailey called out, as his body tensed and his ass flexed in Henri’s hands, then his thighs locked in place on the stairs, and Henri used his thumbs to pull Bailey even further apart.

  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 tong
ue 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.

  Henri cursed and pulled back, withdrawing from Bailey’s body in a long, smooth stroke. The thought of him going anywhere had Bailey gripping the landing in front of him and using it to propel himself backward.

  A guttural shout left Henri and echoed up and around the stairs. As he tunneled back inside and bottomed out, he leaned down over Bailey’s back and said by his ear, “Okay then, officer. You want it hard and fast? Then hang on tight, just in case the stairs give way.”