Confessions: Henri (Confessions Series Book 5)

by Ella Frank

  Henri’s eyes trailed down Bailey’s ridged muscles, as did his fingers, and when both reached Bailey’s hard cock, Henri cupped Bailey in his palm and squeezed.

  Bailey groaned and grabbed Henri’s arms to keep himself upright.

  “Let’s see if I can help clear your mind today.”

  Bailey panted and rocked forward, then he shocked the shit out of Henri by saying, “God, I want your hands on me. I want them on me all the damn time.”

  Henri lowered his head and flicked his tongue along Bailey’s lip, slid his palm up the underside of Bailey’s covered cock, and then slipped his fingers inside those briefs.

  The second Henri’s fingers touched skin, Bailey’s grip tightened and his eyes fell shut.

  “Keep your eyes open,” Henri whispered. “I want to watch you fly the fuck apart.”

  The arousal swirling in Bailey’s eyes was dark and heady, like a storm brewing, one that was about to unleash its fury any second.

  Henri wrapped a fist around the erection now making a mess of his palm, and Bailey’s short nails dug into his biceps as he fucked into Henri’s hand, needing more. Bailey moaned, and Henri delivered a carnal kiss. After that, the floodgates opened, and there was no stopping the onslaught that followed.

  Bailey wrapped his arms around Henri’s neck, and once he had a firm grip, he began to move. He thrust his hips back and forth, creating a hot-as-fuck rhythm that had Henri’s cock begging for release as the two of them devoured each other.

  Henri grabbed Bailey’s ass, pulled him as close as he could possibly get, and growled against his jaw, “Fuck yes, Bailey, do it. Come all over me so I can get you in that shower, wash you down, and then come all over you.” And that did it.

  Bailey tightened his arms around Henri as he slammed his hips forward, sliding his dick through Henri’s hand. When his entire body flexed and tensed against Henri’s, Bailey tore his mouth free, tipped his head back, and shouted out his release at the top of his lungs.

  He was the most spectacular sight Henri had ever seen, and as Henri lowered his head and licked a path up over Bailey’s Adam’s apple to his chin, he felt Bailey shudder. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You have me so goddamn hard it’s a miracle my dick didn’t bust through my jeans.”

  Bailey raised his head, his eyes sex-hazed and satisfied, and then a sensual smile curved his lips. “Then take off your clothes, I want to look at you.”

  BAILEY WASN’T SURE who had just said that, but surely it wasn’t him. He was never that blunt, never that direct, but when a devilish smirk hit Henri’s lips—those swollen, talented lips—Bailey knew it must’ve been him.

  He couldn’t believe what he’d just done, that he’d been so selfish in taking his pleasure without doing anything at all for Henri. But as Bailey stared at Henri, the steam from the empty shower billowing behind him, all Bailey wanted was to get him in that shower.

  As Bailey took a step back to take off his briefs, Henri peeled his shirt over his head, and Jesus, the second those piercings came into view, Bailey’s dick acted like it hadn’t just been taken care of.

  Shit, everything about Henri was so damn appealing. From the way he looked, to the confident way he acted, to the hint at the softer side that lay just beneath his cocky exterior. And the more time Bailey spent with him, the deeper he knew he was getting.

  He wanted to know everything he could about Henri, wanted them to be together in ways he didn’t quite understand yet. But when Henri went to unbutton his jeans, one thing Bailey did know was that it was time to stop being hesitant. It was time to stop keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself, because if he had a hope in hell of keeping someone like this in his life, then he was going to have to be bold about it and make sure Henri knew exactly where he stood.

  “Here, let me,” Bailey said, then stepped forward and reached for Henri’s jeans. He unzipped and shoved them off Henri’s hips, then Bailey lowered his eyes to the thick cock he’d just revealed and licked his lips.

  “Keep looking at me like that and this is gonna end right here on the floor.”

  Bailey looked at Henri, and the lust in his eyes said he wasn’t lying, so Bailey took his hand and stepped into the shower stall.

  As they moved under the spray, Bailey tugged Henri in close until their bodies were pressed tight against each other under the water. Henri closed his eyes to enjoy the warm water, and Bailey kissed his way along that stubbled jaw line.

  As Henri groaned, he wrapped his arms around Bailey’s waist and began to knead the firm globes of his ass.

  “I was thinking about you like this yesterday, when you were in the shower and I was in the kitchen…”

  “Were you now?” Henri said as he ground their hips together, their cocks rubbing up against each other as water sluiced down over them. “And what were you thinking about?”

  Bailey leaned back a little to run his palms down Henri’s chest to his piercings, and when he twisted and tugged on them, Henri growled and Bailey smirked.

  “I was thinking how sexy you’d look under the water, how dark your hair would be, the way the water would follow all the lines of your body…” Bailey’s fingers took that same path, over Henri’s lean torso to the treasure trail that led to his hard length. Then he wrapped a tight fist around him and squeezed. “I was also thinking about how I wish I’d gotten to taste you the last time we were together.”

  Henri cursed and turned his head so their lips connected. The kiss he pressed to Bailey’s lips was hot, hard, and wet, as Bailey gave Henri a nice, slow stroke, he shoved him back against the tiled wall and moved to his knees.

  “Fuck yes.” Henri leaned back against the wall and looked down, and Bailey didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful man in his life. With his hair slicked back from the water and several droplets clinging to his lashes, Henri looked like a sinful seducer come to tempt him, and he’d never been more tempted in his life.

  Moving up on his knees, Bailey leaned in and kissed and licked along the V of Henri’s groin. When he reached Henri’s cock and nuzzled in close, the sound from above was one of tortured bliss.

  Bailey looked up and then he licked a slow path up the underside of Henri’s cock, and Henri’s eyes slammed shut.

  “Christ, Bailey.” The sound of his name in that rich, raspy tone made Bailey’s balls tighten. As he smoothed his palms up Henri’s thighs and then wrapped a hand around his dick, Bailey flicked his tongue over the head and let out a groan.

  The salty taste of Henri exploded on his taste buds and was an instant aphrodisiac, and not a second later he was back for more, sucking the head between his lips as Henri began to massage the back of his head.

  The wickedly hot grunts and groans from above echoed around the tiled stall, and as Bailey sucked Henri further down his throat, curses that would rival that of the devil began to pour out of Henri.

  He was losing his mind, and Bailey was enjoying the hell out of being the one to take him there. As Henri began to thrust in and out of his mouth at a relentless pace, Bailey tightened his hand on Henri’s thigh to keep himself steady.

  “Bailey…God… I’m gonna come if you keep that shit up.”

  Which was exactly Bailey’s goal. He drew his lips up and down Henri’s length once, twice, and then…

  “Ahh, fuck.” Henri held Bailey’s head still as his cock jerked, and he came with a harsh shout that all but rattled the walls down. Bailey swallowed the delicious proof of Henri’s arousal, and then he sat back on his heels and looked up at Henri, who was staring down with a dazed expression.

  Bailey licked at his swollen lips as the high of having made Henri come washed over him, then he gave his reawakened cock a slow tug and said, “I’m ready for bed, whenever you are.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  CONFESSION

  I don’t know what I did to deserve Bailey.

  But I sure as hell am gonna do my best

  to keep him.

 
“SO, DO YOU find it difficult to sleep during the day?” Henri asked, as Bailey pulled his blackout curtains closed and then flicked on one of the side lamps.

  Seemingly more at ease with his nudity now, Bailey walked around to his side of the bed and pulled back the covers. When Henri did the same and they both climbed in, they rolled to their sides so they were facing one another.

  “Some days are more difficult than others,” Bailey said. “But I have a feeling I’m going to sleep very well today.”

  Henri propped his head on his hand and let his eyes roam down over Bailey’s body. “Oh yeah? Sooo, basically you’re telling me that I put you to sleep?”

  “No.” Bailey’s mouth fell open, and he shoved Henri in the shoulder. “I’m saying that you’re a good way to expend any extra energy I might have.”

  “Ah.” Henri leaned in and pressed a kiss to Bailey’s lips. “Well, I’m happy to be of service, officer. And how are you feeling right now? Still got some energy, or are you hearing the deep voice of slumber calling?”

  Bailey chuckled as he licked his lips, the same sexy lips that had been wrapped around Henri’s cock not that long ago. “Nah, I’m not sleepy yet.”

  “Hmm,” Henri said as he reached out and ran a thumb along Bailey’s lower lip. “Well, come over here. Maybe I can help you pass the time.”

  Bailey scooted closer to the middle of the bed, and then cradled Henri’s face. He leaned over and grazed their lips together, closing his eyes as though savoring the moment.

  The kiss was soft, sensual, and so fucking sweet that Henri felt himself falling headlong into the unknown. Their naked bodies aligned, and he reached for Bailey’s hip to draw him in that final inch.

  As the kiss intensified, Henri shifted and rolled Bailey to his back and followed him over, and when Bailey spread his legs to let Henri in between, they moved as though they’d done this dance a million times before.

  Henri rested his forearms on the pillow beside Bailey’s head, and when he raised his head to look down, Bailey’s blue eyes were sparkling.

  Everything Bailey was feeling was right there in those light eyes. The arousal, the pleasure, the joy, and the trust.

  Henri ran his fingers down one of Bailey’s cheeks, lowered his head, and whispered, “You’re too good for someone like me…”

  Bailey shook his head as he wound his arms around him. “I don’t believe that, not for a second.”

  The absolute faith in those words niggled at Henri’s conscience. “I know. That’s what makes you so dangerous.”

  Bailey opened his mouth as though he were going to respond, but before he could, Henri took his lips in a soul-crushing kiss. He didn’t want to paint false pictures for Bailey, didn’t want to lie to him in such an honest moment. Henri had gone out of his way to make sure everything he’d said so far had been the truth. But this was one area he couldn’t pretend. He wasn’t good enough for this man, but he also wasn’t about to walk away.

  Henri dove in and took a nice, long taste. He was slow, thorough, and by the time he was through, Bailey had a leg wound around his waist to use as leverage as he writhed underneath him.

  Henri shifted a little to the side so he could wrap a hand around their erections, and as he began to work both of them, Bailey pulled his lips free and pushed his head back into the pillow. His eyes were shut as he thrust up into Henri’s hand. But when he bit down on his lip to hold back his shout of pleasure, Henri bent his head and scraped his teeth along Bailey’s jaw.

  “What’d I tell you the last time we were together? Don’t hold back. I wanna hear how good you feel. I wanna know that I’m pleasing you.”

  Bailey gripped the arm Henri was using to work their cocks, and as he began to really shove into the tight hole Henri was providing, he said, “No one’s ever pleased me more.”

  Henri let go of them both, and as he lowered over the top of Bailey and nuzzled into his neck, Bailey wound his legs around Henri’s ass and began to move. He grunted and groaned in Henri’s ear, and when Henri took his cop’s lips again, the two of them began to make out like a couple of horny teenagers.

  They kissed, sucked, and bit at one another, and when Bailey pulled his mouth free and said, “I need you inside me,” Henri pulled open the side drawer.

  As he looked inside, he not only saw the lube but a new box of condoms. He picked it up and looked back to Bailey, who blushed.

  Henri chuckled and grabbed both items, and as he brought a packet to his lips to tear it open, he said, “You didn’t make this purchase between point A and point B this morning, did you, officer?”

  Bailey bit back a chuckle as he shook his head, and watched with avid eyes as Henri poured some lube into his palm and began to stroke himself.

  “No. I stopped at the store after our date.”

  As Henri moved closer, Bailey reached for his cock, bent his legs, and put his feet flat on the bed, and that was the best invitation Henri had received in years. He shifted between Bailey’s legs, looked down at where he was stretched out on his bed, stroking himself, and began to do the same.

  Henri grinned, and as he reached out and ran his slippery fingers over Bailey’s tight balls, he said, “You like this, Bailey? You like watching me like this?”

  Bailey tongued his top lip and nodded. “I like everything you do. The way you walk, talk, even the way you dress. But I especially like the way you make me feel. The way you touch me and fuck me, and I want to feel that again, and again.”

  Blown away by the bold words, Henri let go of himself and climbed up over the top of Bailey. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. But I sure as hell am gonna do my best to keep you.”

  BAILEY’S HEART WAS hammering a mile a minute as he stared up at Henri’s mesmerizing face. The sincerity behind Henri’s words both scared and excited him, because, just like Henri, he was experiencing all kinds of emotions.

  It seemed his brain was now fully on board with what his body wanted, and with every touch, word, and feeling shared between them, what had once started out as a simple case of chemistry had turned into something much more than either had expected.

  Bailey took hold of Henri’s face between his hands. “Just keep being you, because that’s who I want.”

  Henri’s jaw clenched and his eyes got impossibly darker, and Bailey couldn’t wait any longer. He was done being shy, done holding back; he wanted this man every way he could get him. “Now will you get inside me?” Bailey said, and Henri tightened his hold and then tumbled them across the bed.

  When they finally came to a stop, Henri was flat on his back with a wide grin and Bailey straddled over the top of him.

  “You want me?” Henri said, that sexy bad boy coming back out to play as he smoothed his palms up Bailey’s thighs. “Then take me.”

  Bailey looked down at the glorious man laid out beneath him and put his hands on Henri’s chest to tweak the silver bars. Henri grunted, and when Bailey leaned down and tongued them, he bucked up and cursed.

  “Fuck, Bailey.”

  Bailey raised his head, enjoying the hell out of himself. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you real good.”

  Henri chuckled, gripping Bailey’s ass tight, and as he stroked his slippery fingers up and down Bailey’s crack, he grinned. “Bring it on, officer. Do your worst.”

  The glint in Henri’s eyes made Bailey’s dick throb. “You know, I think you actually mean that.”

  “Hmm, then I would say you’re starting to understand me really—ahh, fuck—well.”

  Bailey had a hand around Henri’s slick dick now, squeezing and stroking. “You think so?”

  “Yeah, I fucking do.”

  “So I wouldn’t be wrong in thinking you’d really like me to sit on your cock right now?”

  Henri gripped the sheets under him. “Jesus, where the hell did you and that dirty fucking mouth come from?”

  “I don’t know,” Bailey said as he began to pump his fist up and down Henri’s length. “Seems you were right: you are
a bad influence.”

  Henri slammed his eyes shut and shoved his head back into the pillow, and when he finally seemed under some kind of control again, he opened his eyes and said, “You trying to kill me or what?”

  “No,” Bailey said, as he finally let go and moved up to his knees. As he lowered to tease himself with the tip of Henri’s dick, he added, “I’m just doing my worst, Henri. I’m just doing my worst.”

  With one hand braced on Henri’s waist to control his pace, Bailey reached back with his other hand and spread himself open, so he could bear down on the wide head seeking entry.

  As Henri slipped past the first barrier, Bailey gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, but when a warm, slippery hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke, Bailey opened his eyes, his body relaxing until it swallowed Henri’s cock whole.

  Fuuuck, Bailey thought, as he stared down into Henri’s face, and he knew that this moment between them had just changed everything. How did he know that? Because he never wanted it to end.

  Henri ran his hands up Bailey’s thighs and around to his ass and said, “Come down here,” and Bailey knew Henri felt the exact same way.

  Bailey rolled his hips several times before he curled down over the top of Henri. As he ran his hands through Henri’s hair and began to move on top of him, Henri dug his fingers into Bailey’s ass to bring him closer.

  Their mouths met in a feverish kiss, and Henri ran a hand up his back to Bailey’s neck, to keep the two of them connected at both hip and lip. But he had nothing to worry about; Bailey was going nowhere other than out of his mind with need. Henri was consuming him body and soul, and the more Bailey had of him, the more he wanted.

  As he continued to move with Henri inside him, Bailey pushed up, wanting to see Henri’s face. All of the want, all of the need, and all of the pain Henri kept hidden behind that tough exterior was right there for Bailey to see. Cut open, exposed as he stared up at Bailey with hope in that brilliant, bold stare.