by Ella Frank
Bailey’s dick was so damn hard that he was surprised it hadn’t burst through the front of his pants, and when Henri gently pulled him away and said, “Lean back for me,” Bailey had a feeling his cock was about to get the freedom it so desperately desired.
He lounged back on his forearms, stretching out his upper torso, and when Henri ran a finger down the center of his chest to his treasure trail, Bailey clenched his teeth together to hold back a needy moan.
“Don’t do that,” Henri said, as he looked at him from beneath those thick lashes. “If you want to scream, shout, or curse my name at the top of your fucking lungs…do it. Don’t you know that’s what I’m aiming for?” The roguish glint in his eyes told Bailey he wasn’t lying.
That look was downright dangerous, and as Henri bent his head and blew a warm breath over the material of Bailey’s pants, Bailey thought it was a miracle that they didn’t split open. The heat penetrated the fine fabric in an instant and teased his sensitive dick, and when he jutted his hips up, Henri kept their eyes locked as he finally lowered his head and licked along the material.
Jesus Christ. He doesn’t even have my pants off and I’m about to explode. As if Henri could read Bailey’s mind, he flicked open the metal clasp of Bailey’s belt and pulled it free. Then he unfastened his pants and tugged them out of his way.
“Fuck. You look even better than I imagined,” Henri said as he took in the tight white briefs cradling Bailey’s cock. “And believe me, officer, I’ve spent a lot of time imagining you like this.”
Henri then began to mouth his way up the tight fabric, and Bailey had to close his eyes or risk coming right then. He dug his fingers into the duvet he was leaning back against, and the more Henri sucked on him, the more difficult Bailey found it to keep still.
“Henri…God. Take them off me.”
Henri slid the last barrier between them out of his way, and when Bailey’s dick sprang free, Henri said, “Fucking finally,” before he wrapped a fist around Bailey’s length and then sucked him deep inside.
A loud curse ripped free of Bailey’s lips, and as it bounced off the walls, he craned his head up to look at the sexy-as-sin man between his thighs. He’d never really considered himself an overly sexual person in the past, but with Henri he felt insatiable; with Henri he felt free. And Bailey had to wonder how one night was ever going to be enough.
Chapter Fourteen
CONFESSION
I probably should’ve walked away.
Staying was just asking for trouble…
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN GETTING Bailey between his lips and watching him stretch out across his bed like a goddamn offering, Henri just about lost it.
From the second he’d tasted Bailey, he’d known this was going to go from a first-time exploration to a fast fuck, real quick. And as he drew his lips up to the tip of that delicious cock, Bailey’s moan was all the confirmation Henri needed to move forward.
He gave the plump head between his lips a final flick with his tongue, and when the salty taste of Bailey’s arousal once again hit his taste buds, Henri reached down and pressed the heel of his hand to his throbbing dick.
He needed to get out of these jeans as soon as fucking possible, and when he got to his feet to do just that, Bailey’s heavy-lidded fuck-me eyes landed on him. With his shirt and pants spread wide open, his cop looked hotter than anything Henri could ever remember seeing, and when Bailey wrapped a hand around his cock to stroke it, Henri quickly reached into his pocket to pull his wallet and a condom free.
As his hands worked double time to get his jeans undone and gone, Bailey did the same. He was looking at Henri as a starving man would a feast, and as he slowly trailed his gaze down over him, Henri knew one thing for damn sure—he couldn’t wait to be eaten.
With a hand now wrapped firmly around his stiff dick, Henri looked to the bedside table before turning back to Bailey. “You got anything fun tucked away in that drawer over there?”
“Uh, no. It’s, um—” Bailey’s eyes cut to the nightstand as a flush hit his cheeks.
“It’s what?” Henri said.
“It’s been a while, that’s all. So, there’s nothing too exciting.”
Henri eyed him on the bed, smirked, and when he pulled open the drawer and found a half-empty bottle of lube, he picked it up.
“Not too exciting, huh? I don’t know about that.” Henri looked to the bottle and then back to Bailey. “The thought of you using this on yourself excites the hell out of me.”
Bailey worried his bottom lip with his teeth as Henri tossed the lube on the comforter, and then he placed a knee on the edge of the mattress and said, “When did you buy that?”
Bailey swallowed as his eyes roved over Henri’s body, and then he reached between his legs and said, “Two weeks ago.”
Fuck yes, right after we met. That was what Henri had been hoping for, and as he climbed up on the bed and Bailey parted his legs, Henri moved down over him and planted a hand by either side of his head.
At the skin-to-skin contact, Bailey let out a ragged moan and reached for Henri’s hips, and when he pulled him down and their cocks finally rubbed up against each other, the feeling was un-fucking-real.
“That bottle’s been well used in two weeks,” Henri said, his lips a mere whisper over the top of Bailey’s. “Tell me, how many nights did you lie here and get off to this exact scenario, officer?”
Bailey slid his hands around Henri’s waist and dug fingers into the firm flesh of his ass. “None.”
Henri didn’t buy that for a second, and just as he was about to say so, Bailey flashed that shy, all-American smile.
“I’ve gotten off every morning since I met you—sometimes twice. I work nights.”
“And was this what you were thinking about?”
“Sometimes…”
“And the other times?”
Bailey arched up. “The other times I’m on my stomach under you. Just like you said back in the restaurant.”
Henri cursed at that visual and ran his tongue along the stubble on Bailey’s cheek. “Now there’s an idea I think I should get behind.” Then he pushed up and back, grabbed one of Bailey’s wrists, and flipped him onto his stomach.
Clearly on board with that plan, Bailey shifted into position without protest, and a second later, when Henri kissed the base of his spine, Bailey let out a sound of pure bliss.
Things were about to go from zero to sixty real quick, and Henri couldn’t wait.
THE SOFT DUVET against his overly sensitive cock felt amazing as Bailey shifted into the position he’d been dreaming about for the last fourteen days. Ever since he first saw Henri, he’d wondered what it would be like to be naked and under him, and as he widened his legs a fraction, Bailey felt the mattress dip, then Henri kissed his way up his spine and settled between his spread legs.
Bailey could feel the hot, heavy throb of Henri’s thick erection where it nestled between his cheeks, and Bailey closed his eyes to take a moment to just…feel. It’d been so long since he’d enjoyed the full weight of another person pressing him down into his mattress. But when Henri braced himself with a hand on either side of Bailey’s head and began to roll his hips, there was no way Bailey was able to keep still.
The pure strength in the body behind him had Bailey’s urge for closer contact at an all-time high, and he jacked his hips up to meet the downward roll of Henri’s and clenched the covers for a better grip.
“Your body is a fucking masterpiece,” Henri said by his ear. “You’ve got muscles on top of muscles back here.”
Goosebumps broke out over Bailey’s skin as a shiver of lust skated up his spine, and then Henri trailed one of his palms down Bailey’s side to settle on his hip.
Henri gave a deep chuckle that was as arrogant as it was sexy, and then Bailey opened his eyes in time to see Henri reaching for the lube.
“I think it’s time we move this night along,” Henri said, and snapped the lid on the bottle open. “Because I don’
t know about you, but this has been a long time coming for me—and not in the way I prefer.”
Henri shifted away then, and the absence of his body made Bailey groan in protest until a finger stroked down the back of his thigh.
“Hands and knees, officer. I want to take a closer look at what I’m about to get into.”
Jesus, Henri had a mouth on him, and that set Bailey’s blood on fire. He could feel the heat in his face even as the flames licked over his body, and he moved up to his hands and knees.
Henri hummed his approval as he smoothed his hands over the bare skin of Bailey’s ass, dug his thumbs into the crack, and spread it open. Bailey’s head fell forward and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Now this.” Henri massaged a slippery thumb back and forth over the tight entrance. “This is where I prefer to come.”
“God,” Bailey said, clutching at the duvet and shoving back on the thumb teasing him. Then Henri pushed inside an inch further and pulled out to do it again, and Bailey almost shouted in frustration.
He’d never been so turned on in his life, and where most of the guys he’d been with in the past just got to it, Henri was drawing this out, making Bailey wait, and the anticipation was just as much of a turn-on as everything else.
Warm lips found his skin next, Henri’s mouth at the base of his spine, and this time, as he worked his way up Bailey’s back, Henri slipped his thumb all the way inside. Bailey groaned as Henri’s teeth scraped over his shoulder blade, and when that strong, lean body surrounded him, Bailey felt his toes curl from the sheer pleasure of it all.
“You’re real tight back here, Bailey.” Henri dragged his thumb free and then came back to tease Bailey’s hole with two fingers. “I can’t wait to get in here and loosen you up.”
A shiver vibrated through Bailey, and when those talented fingers grazed over his prostate, Bailey arched up and back into Henri’s body.
“Yesss,” Henri hissed by his ear. “Hell yes. You’re so fucking hot, I could do this to you all night.”
Bailey turned his head, wanting that filthy mouth to join his, and the second Bailey was within reach, Henri’s mouth was on his.
His tongue speared between Bailey’s lips as he thrust his fingers inside, and as Henri worked him over from top to bottom, Bailey’s mind began to spin out of control.
Henri was marking him from the inside out, and where Bailey never usually got off on being dominated this way, the thought of giving himself over, giving himself the permission to be Henri’s for this one night, was more arousing than he’d ever imagined.
Henri nipped at his lower lip and pulled his fingers free, and when their eyes locked, Henri ran a hand over Bailey’s hip. “You want more?” Bailey licked his lips as he rocked back. Henri grinned salaciously and said, “That won’t do, officer. I’m a dirty fucker. I want to hear it.” As impossible as it was, given the position he was in, Bailey’s cheeks flamed and Henri chuckled again. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” Bailey said, and this time nodded for good measure.
Henri’s eyes were like glittering black diamonds as he trailed his fingers over one of Bailey’s ass cheeks, making him whimper. “What do you want more of?”
You, Bailey wanted to say. He also wanted to be fucked into his mattress as hard as possible, but there was no way he was going to—
“That,” Henri said, and then flicked his tongue along Bailey’s lip. “Whatever you just thought of right then, tell me.”
God, could he really just say that?
“You’re blushing again. Embarrassed to ask? Don’t be. I wanna know. What do you want?” Henri dragged his thumb over Bailey’s slicked-up entrance, and that was it. Bailey was going to do and say whatever he had to in order to get Henri inside him.
“I want you to fuck me. Everyone’s always so polite, and I—”
“Don’t want to be polite tonight?”
Bailey nodded. It was both strange and undeniably hot to ask for what he wanted, but when Henri growled and dug his fingers into Bailey’s waist, Bailey knew it would be worth it.
Henri pressed a hard, quick kiss to his lips. “Hope your neighbors live far away.”
Shit. That sounded promising. “Far enough.”
“Good, ’cause it might be embarrassing to have the police show up to investigate a noise complaint. And trust me, by the time I’m through with you, you’ll be making a hell of a lot of noise.”
Before Bailey could respond, Henri was gone, moving back behind him and spreading him apart to get an up close and personal look at “what he was going to be getting into.”
Fingers teased and stretched him, and when he reached under himself to wrap a hand around his cock and start stroking, a feral sound hit his ears.
Bailey looked over his shoulder, and the sight that greeted him was straight out of the fantasies he’d been having the past two weeks. Henri was on his knees stroking his covered cock, and his hungry gaze was roaming all over Bailey.
Those black eyes were intense, his coal-colored hair had flopped down into his eyes, and all that silver Bailey loved so damn much glinted in the lamplight.
Henri was hands down the sexiest man Bailey had ever seen in his life, and as he reached out to smooth a palm over the round curve of Bailey’s ass, Henri winked.
As the tip of Henri’s cock rubbed up against his entrance, Bailey wrapped a hand around his dick. It was leaking all over him now, and the mess he was making of both his hand and the bed was nothing compared to what he knew would come, as Henri slowly began to push inside him.
The wide head stretched Bailey open with a delicious burn he hadn’t felt in months, and he gritted his teeth and dragged the duvet halfway up the bed. Henri tunneled forward and filled him one thick inch at a time, and when he finally bottomed out and stilled, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.
Henri’s hands were on Bailey’s waist, as he leaned down over Bailey’s back to kiss his shoulder. “Just so you know, you were totally worth the risk of jail time.”
“Fuck,” Bailey said on a rush of air, remembering his threat of arresting Henri.
Then Henri slowly withdrew from his body. “Yeah, let’s do that,” he said before he thrust back inside.
Bailey braced himself in the center of his bed, his palms firmly planted, his knees set, as the rough movement behind him began to pick up pace. With one hand on his waist, Henri held him in position, and used his other to spread Bailey open every time he withdrew.
The pace was fast and intense but exactly what Bailey wanted, and as Henri filled him over and over again, any coherent thoughts Bailey had disintegrated into nothing, until all he could do was feel.
They were going at each other like it was the first and last time they could ever be this way. Then Henri smoothed his hands up Bailey’s back to grip his shoulder and tug him up off his hands and to his knees, and Bailey went, wanting an even closer connection.
Henri wound an arm around Bailey’s chest and pulled him back, and the position got Henri as deep as he could get.
Bailey cried out, his head falling back on Henri’s shoulder. Henri licked up his cheek to his ear and said, “That’s it, fucking shout for me,” and Bailey grabbed his own cock and feverishly tugged.
Henri was drilling into him now at a relentless pace, and when he found that sweet spot inside, Bailey couldn’t have held back his shout if he’d tried. Henri’s name echoed throughout the house, and the fingers at Bailey’s waist dug in harder as the pace got even faster.
Henri had unchained him tonight, and as he bit down into Bailey’s shoulder and gave a final punch of his hips, the two of them came with a force Bailey had never experienced before, and he thought it was a crying shame that in the morning he was going to have to lock it all away again.
Chapter Fifteen
CONFESSION
I tried to stay away.
Really, I did.
TRUE TO HIS word, Henri had left sometime in the early hours of the mornin
g after Bailey passed out. He’d left, and stayed gone now, for eight full days. Seven of which he’d been trying to convince himself that contacting Bailey would be a really stupid move, since they’d both decided it was a one-and-done deal and Bailey hadn’t reached out to him.
That didn’t stop Henri, however, from reliving that night over and over again. Something he had a feeling he’d be doing for a long time to come, because fucking hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with someone who pushed his buttons the way his cop did.
From his looks, to his shy and sexy demeanor, Henri had to admit that if it wasn’t for the whole cop factor, there would’ve been no stopping him from tracking Bailey down again and convincing him to spend another night—or three—in his bed.
As it was, he’d have to be content with the memory of that night. It wasn’t like he could erase history, and Henri knew better than anyone else that all it would take was one fuck up, or some snitch from his past to go blabbing about who his father was, for him to wind up in a situation where he would be asked questions he’d rather not answer.
So, yeah, unfortunately, that put a huge roadblock in the way of any future hookups with Officer Craig Bailey.
Henri grabbed the bottle of whiskey he kept on top of his fridge and made his way into the living room with a glass tumbler in hand. As he took a seat, he glanced at the clock on the wall, and when he noticed it was about to turn six, he realized just how boring his life had become.
At home on a Saturday night—how awesome am I? But the problem was that he had no desire to go out. He had no desire to hit up a bar and look for a good time, because his head was full of the R-rated images from the last good time he’d had.
Shit. This was not smart. It was also not part of the plan. Henri had thought that one night with Bailey would be enough to get him out of his system. But no matter what he did, Henri couldn’t seem to erase the sounds Bailey made when Henri had finally gotten inside him.