by London Hale
I didn’t even need to look away to answer that one. “It’s perfect.”
“How’s school going?”
I stretched back against the couch, licking frosting from my fingertips. Josh had been all responsible and eaten his dinner first. I chose coconut cupcakes over sashimi. Just this once. “Really well, actually. One more semester, and I can call myself a college graduate. I might even drive down to DC to walk with the people who went through the program on campus.”
“That’s great, Bailey. I’m happy for you.” He stabbed a piece of his spicy tuna roll with his chopsticks, focusing awfully hard. “What do you plan to do after graduation?”
“I have this business idea I’d like to look into, something I worked on for a project last year that I think would do well in the right spot.” I lolled my head to the side, grinning. “No offense, but I don’t want to work for someone else my whole life.”
His shoulders sagged, his body almost visibly deflating, then he nodded. “That makes sense. Max would be sad to see you go.”
Now that I knew, now that I had an idea of how much he cared, his emotions were clear as day to me. It wasn’t just Max who’d miss me.
“You know, I never said I was leaving,” I said. Still smiling. “My dream would be to be able to stay on the island. I love it here, and I don’t want to try to start new somewhere else.”
I want to stay with you. The words sat on the tip of my tongue, heavy and demanding, but I bit them back. He wasn’t ready for that kind of statement. I didn’t mind being a girl who made the moves, but I didn’t want to get pushy about it. I’d keep making my intentions clear, and when he was ready, he could act on his own.
Josh grinned again, inching closer. “I know Max would be happy if you stuck around. On the island, I mean.”
“Yeah, on the island.” Or in his house. Or in Josh’s bed, though that was still a bit up in the air. At least for the moment. Something that needed correcting, and soon. “Besides, how can I just up and leave when the only man who’s ever actually made me come is right here? That’s not something a girl forgets, you know.”
Josh had just been taking a drink of his beer, which meant he choked a little at my statement. “The only man?” he said once he’d gotten his breath back. “You can’t be serious.”
I moved the empty containers aside and plucked the beer bottle from his hand before twisting to straddle his lap. “I am one hundred percent serious. The only man who has ever made me come is you, Joshua Hutton.”
He tugged me closer, barely giving me time to get the bottle out of the way before he dropped a little bomb of his own on me.
Josh leaned closer, running his nose along the length of my neck. My head fell back, my body arching toward him as he bit softly on my earlobe and whispered, “Would you like me to do it again?”
The question hung in the air between us for only a moment before Bailey went boneless in my arms and sighed out a breathless, “Yes, please.”
She swiveled her hips, the skirt she was wearing rucked up around her waist as she ground her pussy down on my already hard cock. Yeah, hearing her say I was the only guy ever to make her come? Knowing her orgasms belonged to only me? I’d been hard as a fucking rock from the moment the confession had left her lips.
With my fingers wrapped around her nape, I guided her lips to mine, not waiting a second to slip my tongue inside. I groaned into her mouth, loving the unique sweetness of her. How I could be starved for her when I’d tasted her less than twenty-four hours ago, I didn’t know. All I knew was I’d never get sick of this—of her tongue meeting mine stroke for stroke, her body pressed to mine, her hands grappling at my shoulders, pressing her tits to my chest so hard, like she was trying to meld our bodies together.
I pulled back, nipping at her bottom lip as she rode my cock through my pants. “You gonna soak my jeans again tonight?” I asked, knowing the only thing concealing her pussy from me was the thin material of her panties.
“God, I hope so.”
“Do you know how hard I was, sleeping in a shirt covered in your come?” I pulled her top over her head, leaving her in nothing but a tiny, see-through bra so light blue it was almost white, her nipples nearly peeking out of the tops of the low-dipped cups. I groaned looking at this goddess in my lap, bouncing my attention between her flushed face, her parted lips, and her heaving tits. “By the end of the night, I’m going to fuck you in my bed so I’ll smell you on my sheets for days.”
“I don’t care where. Just make me come.” She arched backward over my arm as I slid my other hand up her torso, cupping one of her breasts through the sheer fabric of her bra. I reveled in her moans as I strummed her nipple with my thumb, loving that I could get this reaction from her.
“The guys you were with before are idiots. Your body is easy to play if you pay attention. For instance”—I peeled down the cup of her bra and pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp—“I know you like your tits handled a little rough. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“You love it when I hollow my cheeks, sucking you deep. Wonder what you’d do if I bit them…” I leaned forward, blowing against her nipple. “Let’s find out.”
I circled her nipple with my tongue before sucking roughly. Testing the waters, I grazed my teeth over it. She sighed, running her fingers through my hair as she rocked herself in my lap. Sweet reaction. But I didn’t want sweet. I wanted the girl who’d fucked herself on my fingers. I wanted Dirty Bailey. Without preamble, I bit down and tugged, flicking her hardened tip with my tongue.
She gasped and dropped her head back, bucking against me harder as a full-body shiver racked her.
“I haven’t even touched your pussy yet, and you’re already on the verge of coming. Is it because I listen to your body? Or do you think it’s me?” I repeated the action on her other breast, making her nearly incoherent—moans and broken words tumbling from her mouth as she dry-humped the shit out of me. “Am I the only one who can get you this worked up?”
“Yes. Only you.”
“You know what that means?” I asked as I laid her back on the blanket. Her legs fell open as her skirt pooled around her waist, giving me a glimpse at panties in the same pale blue material that matched her bra. Panties that were completely fucking soaked. I reached out, running a finger along her slit, pressing hard when she moaned louder as I reached the top. “This pussy’s mine, isn’t it?”
“Only if you treat it right.”
My mouth actually watered as I looked down at this sexy as fuck girl spread out beneath me. I needed her taste on my tongue again, needed to swallow her come, knowing I was the only one who could evoke that reaction in her. I gripped the sides of her panties and yanked them off, then didn’t even let her legs settle back on the ground before I covered her pussy with my mouth.
She was drenched, and I licked up every drop, eager for more. A stream of nonstop curses left her lips, eventually fading into garbled words, then solid moans as I sucked her clit, sliding one, then two fingers inside her.
I pulled back and looked up at her, pumping my arm to match the movements of her hips, studying how she liked to be fucked. “Open your eyes, Bailey.” I waited until she complied, then licked my lips. “You see how wet you made my face? That’s proof your pussy loves my tongue.”
Dropping down, I flicked her clit with my tongue, again and again and again until every inch of her body was coiled tight, preparing for release. Moving back, I replaced my tongue with my thumb, flicking it against her clit as I curled my fingers inside her and pressed down on her lower stomach with my other hand. “Now give me what’s mine.”
She reached out, grappling for me, her nails digging into my forearms as she stared at me in wonder, her mouth hanging open as her pussy tightened around my fingers.
“Just a little more…” I leaned down and captured one nipple in my mouth, biting down on it, and then she was flying. Her pussy squeezed my fingers, sucking them in deeper as
she came all over me. Jesus, I wanted to feel that on my cock. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
I circled her clit with my thumb and braced a hand next to her head, leaning down to kiss her. She licked every drop of herself off my lips, her arms tugging me closer. “That was even better than last time. How can I still want more?”
Pulling my fingers from inside her, I reached back and tugged my shirt over my head. “Think you can give me another while my cock’s inside you?”
“I—I don’t know…” She tensed in my arms, darting her eyes all over like she was nervous. Like she was worried she’d disappoint me if she couldn’t come.
“Relax, baby. Even if you don’t, we’re going to have fun trying, aren’t we?” I unbuttoned my jeans just far enough to pull my cock out, then grabbed a condom from my wallet. Couldn’t even wait long enough to pull my pants all the way off before I got inside her.
Once I was wrapped up, I ran the head through her slit, watching her face as I did so—always reading her reactions. She melted when I rubbed against her clit, her eyes fluttering closed. When I swept my cock lower, pushing just the head inside before pulling out, she whimpered, working her hips closer to me. My girl was hungry to fuck.
I knelt between her thighs, sitting back on my heels, and hooked my hands under her thighs, yanking her by the hips into my lap until she was braced on the floor by her shoulders. She gasped, her eyes going wide even as her legs relaxed over my forearms. “Josh?”
“I said we’d have fun.” I lined myself up and thrust deep, closing my eyes at the pleasure her body gave me. Our moans mixed together when I was fully sheathed inside her. It didn’t matter that she was tight as hell, squeezing my cock like a fucking vise. She was so wet, so welcoming, I slid in like she was made to fit me. I blinked my eyes open and looked down at her, flushed and spread out beneath me. “But I’m also going to work like hell to make this pussy sing.”
“Oh fuck.” She gripped my forearms, her eyes wide as she divided her attention between my face and where my cock was disappearing inside her.
Just like with everything else, I studied her as I moved inside her. Watched her reactions as I tried different speeds, depths, and angles, learning what she liked, what she loved, and what made her moan loud enough to wake the neighbors. Deep, slow thrusts made her gasp and arch, but it was the quick, shallow thrusts that were going to make her come. Once I found that spot inside her, I exploited it, working my cock against it over and over again as I circled her clit with my thumb.
“Josh—” She cut off on a gasp, her back arching as her eyes fluttered closed.
“I know, baby,” I said, watching where she swallowed my cock, her pussy spread wide around me. “I told you we were gonna have fun, didn’t I? You having fun while I work your pussy?”
“So much. Almost too much.”
“Jesus, you feel good. Can’t believe you let me inside this heaven.” I sped up my thrusts, making sure to keep them slight, my thumb strumming across her clit. “Anyone who has the privilege of being inside this pussy better work hard to get it off. That’s my privilege now, isn’t it? I’m the one who gets to make you come…”
“I’m—fuck, Josh. I don’t… I think I’m—” She tightened around me, her back bowing off the ground as she let out a long, low moan.
“Coming. Fuck yeah, you are.” I couldn’t decide where to look. Watching her face—the wonder, amazement, and desire as she came apart on my cock—or where I disappeared inside her. The pulsing walls of her pussy squeezed the life out of me as I thrust inside, finally pushing as deep as I could. With my hands grasping her hips, I pulled her down on me, fucking her with abandon as I chased my release.
When Bailey reached toward me, saying, “You made me come so hard,” I was gone. Chanting her name, I sank deep and came inside her, resting my forehead between her tits as I bowed over her body.
We lay there for quiet moments, my head resting on her chest as she ran her fingers through my hair. After a few minutes, Bailey scratched the back of my neck. “So that’s what the big deal’s all about.”
I breathed out a laugh against her skin, then lifted my head from her chest to look down at her. She was gorgeous, her dark hair fanning out on the blanket beneath her, her tits heaving upward, like she was unconsciously trying to get them closer to my mouth. Pink cheeks, flushed chest, sweat-slicked skin, she looked totally and thoroughly fucked. By me. Being the only one who’d ever brought her pleasure like this? Knowing I was the only one who’d ever felt her come on his cock? Said cock twitched inside her, gearing up for another round.
Her eyes went wide as she looked at me, then down to where I was still seated inside her. “Again? Already?”
I gripped the base of my cock and pulled out, quickly excusing myself to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I walked back in, she was still lying in the exact position I’d left her—legs and arms spread, totally and completely uninhibited.
“Baby, I could fuck you all night long, and it wouldn’t be enough.” I scooped her up and ran with her upstairs, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Now, let’s see how many times I can make you come in my bed.”
Josh had skills. Serious, undeniable, intense sexual skills. The man had made me come with his mouth and his cock, both feats I’d thought were impossible. He’d proven me wrong. Hell, the second he woke up after a night of sated, clingy sleep, he started proving me wrong all over again.
“Fuck,” I hissed, dropping my head back. I was so close already, so tight and swollen and soaked. The man was a sex machine. “I want to come.”
“Then work that pussy down on me. Show me how much you want to squeeze my cock.”
He thrust from underneath me, his thighs tight against my ass. I’d been on top before, but not like this. Not with my partner’s knees bent behind me. Josh had mentioned something about angles and G-spots, but really, I’d been too stuck on his beautiful mouth forming words like cock and pussy to pay much attention to the rest. All I knew was I was straddling the man with his thighs at my back and his hands all over my spread pussy.
Life was good.
I rocked faster, chasing that release, needing one more. Josh thrust up, watching me. Always watching me. Looking for a sign or signal. His thumbs worked in some sort of circular dance over my clit, his hips rolling under mine. The depth in this position, the angle he kept me at, might have been perfect.
I groaned when he pressed his thumbs together, stroking the length of my clit before running around where we were joined. “Can you do that again?’
“I can do it all fucking night if it’ll make you come again. You close, baby?”
I couldn’t speak, could only nod as he worked my clit like it was his damn job. Faster, harder, I chased that tightness, that need, that tingle giving way to a clench. The one I’d always struggled for. The one Josh was not only able but willing to chase with me, no matter how long it took.
“So close. So close.” I threw my head back and grabbed my breast, pinching the nipple. Needing a little bit more. Craving that tiny bit of pain. “I’m going to come so hard.”
“But you need it to sting a little first, huh? You need my teeth on you?” Josh didn’t wait for me to answer. He sat up instead, his abs flexing beneath me. Before I could even take a breath, his mouth was on my nipple. Sucking. Pulling. Teasing me. But the teasing didn’t last. Josh got serious real quick. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down hard enough to make me jump. And more.
I came with a groan that was probably just over the edge of being too loud, not that I cared. Hell, not that Josh cared. He cursed and fell back to the mattress, rubbing his thumbs over my clit, keeping that orgasm rolling as long as possible. But when I was done, when I unclenched, shivering, and curled my body toward his, domineering Josh took over.
He flipped us both, yanking my legs up until my feet were flat against his chest. His thrusts were harder, so much deeper like this. He’d given me mine, and he was taking his.
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nbsp; “You know what it’s like, knowing I’m the only one to ever feel that? That I’m the only one who’s ever felt you come from inside?” His hips slammed into mine, his motions hard and rough. Almost out of control. “Makes me wanna mark you, Bailey. Show everyone you’re mine.”
“Oh God. Why is that thought so fucking hot?”
He moved faster, pounded harder, until the only thing in the world was him. The only sound that of our heavy breaths and slapping skin, the only sensation the ones from the heat of his body and the fullness of his cock inside of me.
“Josh.” I gasped and rolled my hips up, that familiar tingle slamming down hard on me. Again? How could that be? I’d never brought myself off more than once no matter how hard I tried. But Josh knew what he was doing, an almost proud smile rising on his face as he kept up his pace.
“Ah, baby, you’re gonna go off again, aren’t you? This pussy’s just been waiting for my cock to fill it, hasn’t it?” He slowed and dropped his head, giving my ankle a tiny bite before rolling his hips right against my clit. “Give me it. Come all over me.”
This time, I didn’t come with a groan or a gasp. I screamed as my fourth orgasm of the night—day?—set my body on fire. So strong, so overwhelmingly powerful, even my toes clenched.
Josh grunted out something that sounded an awful lot like my pussy before he pressed deep and held himself still, groaning, his abs clenching as he came. Such a sight. This man—this handsome, sweet, smart man—had been my wet dream for close to two years. Seeing him come, watching as his muscles locked down and his eyes closed, as his mouth twisted in pleasure—my imagination hadn’t been nearly good enough.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come.” The words came unbidden, a truth whispered in the quiet as we both caught our breaths.
Josh chuckled and ran his hands up my legs, kissing my knees before letting them fall to the mattress. “I’m not the sexy one here, Bailey. Believe me.”