Claiming Bailey

by Susan Stoker

  Nathan ground his cock against her belly and moaned out her name.

  Bailey pulled back and smiled up at him. “Should we move this to the bed?”

  “That’s probably a good idea. I’m not sure I could’ve stayed standing if you did that much more.”

  “You liked it?”

  “Bailey, I like holding your hand. Feeling your skin against mine makes my day complete. You sucking on my chest? It’s fucking amazing.”

  Awed once more at his lack of artifice, she merely smiled and said, “If you think that feels good, just wait until I have your cock in my mouth. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

  “I already feel that way. Lie back,” he ordered, his voice only cracking once.

  Without taking her eyes from his, she scooted up onto the bed and lay back, making sure to keep the shirt pulled down. It was ridiculous, they were about to have sex, but she felt extremely vulnerable for some reason and didn’t want Nathan to see her tattoo. Not this time. Maybe not ever, but definitely not tonight.

  He smiled tenderly at her and lay down next to her. He propped himself up on an elbow and used his hand to brush her hair away from her face. “You’re beautiful, Bailey. Your hair is the first thing I noticed about you. How it blew in your face, and you brushed it away impatiently. It’s shiny and so damn soft.”

  He moved his hand and started tracing the features on her face. “Your nose is literally as cute as a button. Your cheekbones make you look delicate and dainty, but it was a total turn-on to have you fix my car with a flick of your fingers. And your lips. Lord, your lips. Every time you get nervous and bite your lip, I want to run my tongue over it to soothe the sting you were sure to leave behind.”

  Bailey inhaled sharply as his finger ran over each lip, then his thumb brushed back and forth over the bottom one. She licked it, catching his thumb in the process. She brought her hand up and grasped his wrist, holding him still. Then she lifted her head a fraction and took his thumb into her mouth. His eyes dilated as her tongue wrapped around it, and she sucked.

  “Jesus, Bailey. I’m supposed to be making you feel good. Much more of that and this’ll be over before it begins.”

  She popped his digit out of her mouth and told him something she’d never told another man before in her life. “If you come first, you’ll just last that much longer when you do get inside me.”

  “Fuck,” Nathan breathed, then shifted quickly until he was kneeling over her. He took both wrists in his hands and held them flat against the mattress next to her head. “You are so damn sexy, you take my breath away.”

  “You swear more when you’re turned on,” Bailey observed with a smile.

  “Can’t fucking help it,” Nathan said absently, his eyes once more on her hard, wet nipples. He let go of one of her hands and trailed his fingers down her side until they reached her thigh, then he slowly began to push her shirt up as his hand made progress toward her chest.

  Her thoughts only on her tattoo, Bailey flinched and said, “Can we turn the light out?”

  Nathan froze above her, and her eyes flew to his. She saw the hurt there before he banked it and nodded.

  As he leaned over to switch off the lamp on the table next to the bed, Bailey said, “Wait.”

  He paused midlean and looked at her.

  “I . . . you don’t want the light out?”

  “It’s not the first time a woman has wanted to have sex with me in the dark,” he said with no inflection in his voice.

  Bailey inhaled in horror. She hadn’t meant she didn’t want to look at him. And she really didn’t like how all of a sudden they were having sex instead of making love.

  “Nathan, I want to see you. I want to see every inch of your body. I told you about my tattoo . . . it’s just . . . it’s big . . . and some of it wraps around my waist and can be seen from the front. I’m embarrassed about it, and you know I don’t want you to see it. I know that it’ll be impossible to keep it hidden from you forever, but for our first time . . . I wanted it to be just us . . . not Donovan or the Inca Boyz.”

  Nathan stopped reaching for the light and settled back over her on his elbows and knees. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I made this about me when I swore I wouldn’t. You want the light out? No problem. I’ll do whatever you need, pixie. We have all the time in the world. If we make love in the dark tonight, it’ll be just as perfect as if the lights were blazing.” He kissed her forehead. Then her nose. Then her chin. Then finally her lips. “Whatever you need, Bailey. Whatever. Whenever. Wherever.”

  Bailey opened her mouth under his and kissed him. Hard. And he reciprocated. The kiss was hot, wet, and deep, and they were both panting when Nathan finally pulled back.

  “I want to make love to you in every position we can think of, and more that we have to look up to figure out how to make them work,” Bailey told him.

  Nathan’s eyes flared with lust.

  She went on quickly. “But tonight, if we leave the light on . . . I need you to let me stay on my back. Not because I don’t want you the other ways, but it’ll hide my tattoo until I can be brave enough to show it to you. Is that okay?”

  In answer, Nathan kissed her again. Once again, it was long, and they were both panting when he pulled back to say, “It’s more than all right. Can I take off your shirt? Or do you need it to stay on?”

  God. Seriously. How this man was still single, Bailey had no clue. He was amazing.

  Taking a deep breath, she brought her hands between them, forcing Nathan to lean up to give her room. She grabbed the hem and quickly, before she changed her mind, lifted it up and over her head. She threw it to the ground, not caring where it landed. Immediately her arms went to her belly and crossed, using her hands to cover the letters she knew could be seen from the front.

  With a tender smile, Nathan immediately lifted to his knees and pushed his jeans and underwear down and over his butt, falling to a hip and impatiently flicking them down his calves and off. Bailey only caught a quick glance of his cock before he was lying next to her once more. One leg thrown over hers, one hand cupping her breast, the other pressing under her arms to rest on her bare belly.

  “There,” he said breathlessly. “Now we’re even.” His eyes warmed, if that was possible, and he said, “The only thing I see is your beauty. I have no problem taking you on your back tonight, pixie. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs, suck on your tits, and believe me, the last thing I’ll be thinking about the first time I get inside you is what is inked on your back.”

  Bailey nodded and licked her lips. Nathan kissed her quickly, then once more hovered over her and began to feast on her breasts.

  Chapter Twenty

  Bailey gasped and grabbed Nathan’s head as her body readied itself for another orgasm.

  Nathan smiled as he felt her fingernails dig into the sides of his head. He’d almost blown everything by not considering her feelings about the lights. All he could think about was his feelings, which was stupid. He wasn’t the one who’d been raped. He wasn’t the one who’d been forced to get a tattoo on his back. He needed to make this good for Bailey. His needs and wants should always come in second when it came to her.

  He concentrated on doing exactly what his brothers had suggested, direct contact with Bailey’s clit. He’d thought licking her folds would feel good to her, and it had, but he hadn’t considered exactly how magical a woman’s clit was.

  Every time his tongue flicked it, she moaned. When he sucked on it, she squirmed under him and pushed her hips farther into his mouth. When he added a finger into his play, pushing slowly in and out of her, he could feel her muscles clench down every time he flicked his tongue against her clit.

  He alternated with fast flicks and slow, long licks, giving her time to relax a bit, then bringing her back up with hard touches again. He’d never felt as powerful as he did right in that minute. His cock was as hard as steel, and he could feel himself leaking precome on his sheets, but he didn’t care.
Giving Bailey pleasure was as heady a feeling as he’d ever had before.

  It was more important that she enjoy herself than it was for him to get off. He needed her to enjoy this. Deciding he’d teased her long enough, Nathan turned his hand and searched for her G-spot. His brothers had told him what it should feel like and approximately how to find it. They’d cautioned that he might not get it right the first time and that he shouldn’t feel bad. But they’d said when he did find it, she’d let him know by her reaction, and Bailey would have the biggest, strongest orgasm he could ever imagine.

  As he gently pushed his finger farther into her body and pressed into her upper wall with his finger, she suddenly stiffened under him.

  Nathan lifted his head and pushed into her again, feeling the rough skin on the inside of her body. She jerked under him again. He looked up her body to her face. Bailey had propped herself up on her elbows and was staring down at him.

  Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat, an ebony lock of hair was stuck to her forehead, and she’d never looked so beautiful to him. He’d done that. He’d gotten her so worked up by sucking on her tits that she’d pushed him down to her crotch and begged him to eat her out.

  He’d complied, gladly. She hadn’t had to give him too many instructions. His talk with his brothers had helped immensely. But she obviously hadn’t expected this.

  “That feel good?”

  “Oh my God,” Bailey wailed. “Fuck, that’s amazing.”

  Nathan caressed her again, smiling when she jerked under him again. Wrapping his other hand under her ass and pressing her thigh to the side, leaving her as open as he could get her, Nathan dropped his head once more. Keeping his eyes on her face, he licked her clit hard and fast at the same time he pressed over and over on her G-spot.

  Bailey’s head immediately tilted, and she collapsed onto her back again. Her hands clamped down on his head, and she pressed him into her. The faster he licked and pressed inside her, the more her hips thrashed under him. Forgoing licking, Nathan attached his mouth over her hard clit, which was now sticking up out of its protective hood, and sucked. Hard.

  That was all it took. She flew over the edge. She turned her head and moaned her ecstasy into the pillow next to her, muffling the sounds of joy that erupted out of her mouth.

  Nathan stilled his finger, fascinated by the feel of her body gripping him as she orgasmed. He lightly licked at her clit, smiling as she jerked under him with every lick. It wasn’t until she whispered, “Too sensitive,” that he lifted his head.

  He could feel her wetness on his face. He could smell her cream on his skin. And it was amazing. He’d literally bathed in her excitement, and it had only increased his own. Seeing Bailey lying still under him, breathing hard, a small smile on her gorgeous face, Nathan sat up.

  Getting to his knees between her legs, he reached for the condom he’d put on the side table while she’d been in the bathroom.

  For the first time in his life, he wasn’t worrying about what he looked like. Was he too skinny? His legs too long? His cock not thick enough? Too long? All he was thinking about was getting inside the woman he loved.

  He quickly sheathed his cock, wincing at the pleasure it caused, and shuffled forward on the mattress another few inches, pushing her thighs farther apart. Looking down, Nathan saw her soaking-wet folds open and ready for him. Her clit had receded a bit, but still could be seen sticking up from the hood. But it was the wet spot under her folds that made him lick his lips with lust, tasting her all over again.

  Bailey Hampton was in his bed. Under him. And he’d just made her have two orgasms. It was as if he was having an out-of-body experience. He wanted to be inside her as badly as he’d wanted anything in his entire life. But she had to want it too.

  “Bailey?” he called, his hands massaging her inner thighs. His cock throbbed, but he kept it from touching where it most wanted to go by sheer strength of will.

  “Hmm,” she murmured drowsily.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Nathan watched as her eyes fluttered open. She looked confused for a moment, before realizing where she was and what had happened. Immediately her eyes dropped between her legs, and she gasped.

  “Nathan. You’re . . . huge.”

  He chuckled. “I’m not, but thank you anyway.”

  “I don’t mean thick, but you’re long. Really long.”

  Nathan shrugged. “May I?” he asked politely, wanting inside her so badly, but wanting her permission first.

  Her knees came up, and she put her feet flat on the mattress next to him. She tilted her pelvis up and said softly, “Please. If you don’t fuck me, I think I’ll die.”

  “Fuuuuck,” Nathan said, grasping his cock with one hand and propping himself over her with the other by her hip. “You need me to stop, I will. No matter what, pixie. I’d sooner die than cause you pain. Physically or emotionally.”

  “Let me,” Bailey said, still not taking her eyes away from his cock and ignoring his words. She pushed his hand away and grabbed the base of his dick.

  Catching himself with his now free hand, Nathan’s head fell back and he groaned. Instead of guiding him to her immediately, Bailey’s hand trailed up to the tip of his erection, then back down to the base. She did it twice more before dropping her hand to cup his balls.

  “For the love of God, Bailey,” Nathan begged, “I want to be inside you when I come the first time. Please.”

  Without any more teasing, she took hold of him and fit the mushroomed head of his cock to her sopping-wet hole. He pushed inside at the same time she raised her hips, and they both groaned.

  “Jesus, pixie. I’ve never felt anything like you before in my life. You’re so hot and wet. And you’re sucking me in as if you can’t live without me inside you.”

  “I can’t. More, Nathan. Fill me up. All the way.”

  Slowly, Nathan pushed inside her, then pulled partway out. He did it again, going farther, before he pulled back. “Is this okay?”

  “Stop fucking around and do it already,” Bailey pleaded. “I’m fine.”

  “No bad moments?”

  “No.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Nathan bit out between clenched teeth. He hadn’t lied. He hadn’t felt anything as amazing as being inside Bailey’s body. “I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

  Bailey’s hands came up, and she grabbed either side of his neck and forced him to look down at her. “You. Are. Not. Hurting. Me. Fuck me, Nathan. I want to feel your cock against my womb. Do it.”

  Before she was even done talking, he’d sunk all the way inside her. Burying his entire length inside her, then reaching down with one hand and grabbing one of her ass cheeks, pulling her farther open and letting him settle another millimeter inside her. Nathan let out a long breath and held still. Memorizing the moment.

  He could feel his balls up against her asshole, the wetness from her earlier orgasm soaking him. The blood pulsed in his cock with the beat of his heart, and every time she tightened her inner muscles against him, he had to grit his teeth and think about adding three-digit numbers in base three to keep from exploding like the almost virgin he was.

  “I can feel every inch of you inside me,” Bailey breathed, staring at his face.

  “Is that okay? Do I need to pull out?”

  “It’s more than okay. It’s amazing. Fantastic. Phenomenal. If you pull out, I’m gonna have to hurt you.”

  Nathan chuckled, then gasped as the movement made her clench against him again. Remembering what his brothers had told him, and how she’d felt orgasming against his finger, Nathan had the sudden urge to feel her lose it on his dick.

  He raised himself up, keeping himself planted deep inside her, and used his thumb to caress her clit. He tested the waters first, making sure what he was doing felt good and wasn’t hurting her.

  When Bailey’s eyes widened in shock and she grabbed his biceps, he smiled and increased the speed of his thumb, but not the pressure.

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nbsp; Soon, she was squirming against him, trying to press up against him, wanting a firmer touch.

  “You want to come again, Bailey?”

  “God. If you’d asked a minute ago, I would’ve said it was impossible. But now I’m full of you, and it feels so damn good. Yes, I want to come with you inside me.”

  Wanting to be the one to give her another orgasm, Nathan was suddenly overcome with the need to thrust. His cock almost hurt with the amount of effort it was taking for him to hold back his own orgasm.

  “I need to . . . dammit . . . can you . . .” His voice trailed off, and he felt self-conscious for the first time since he’d entered her. Was he supposed to ask her to rub herself? Maybe she didn’t like doing that. He wasn’t sure if she thought it was his job to make her orgasm or not.

  But as usual, she didn’t leave him hanging for long. Her eyes came to his, and she brought her right hand down between their bodies, pushing his out of the way. “I got this. Put a pillow under my ass,” she ordered as she gently rubbed herself.

  Nathan immediately reached for his pillow, and she helped as he shoved it under her. She was right, it raised her pelvis just enough to let his cock more easily penetrate her. Gritting his teeth, he bit out, “Now what?”

  “Now you make love to me, Nathan. Do whatever feels good to you, because you inside me certainly works for me.”

  “I’m not hurting you?” Nathan asked one more time, wanting to be sure. “I’ve got some lube if we need it.”

  “I’m soaking wet,” she reassured him. “We definitely don’t need more lube.” Bailey began to stroke herself harder and faster.

  Nathan couldn’t take his eyes off her fingers. She was using both her index and middle finger and was much more aggressive and rough than he ever would’ve been. He made a mental note for the future.

  He vaguely noticed the black letters on either side of her waist, but at the moment couldn’t care less, just as he’d told her he wouldn’t. Whatever was inked on her back didn’t matter. Not in the least. All that mattered was this. Was them. Being together. Coming together.