11. Harper

"Doyou want to come to my room to clean up?" I ask.

My heart hasn't stopped hammering, but my legs are steadier than they were.

"That would be dangerous."

I arch an eyebrow. "Dangerous good? Or dangerous bad?" I raise my voice for the first question and lower it into a cartoon villain voice for the second.

Bailey laughs. "That depends."

"On—?"

He strokes my jaw. "What you want to happen next. Getting clean will be the last thing on my mind if I come to your room."

"Oh. I get it. You want to see how comfortable my bed is." I wink.

"Yes."

I kiss him. "Or I could see how comfy your bed is."

"No."

"No?"

"I brought lube but no condoms." His voice is soft and breathy. "I wasn't expecting to be doing anything but giving myself handjobs for a year."

I push against him. My limp cock stirs as it brushes against his. "I have condoms." I slip my hand between us and palm his dick. "How do you like it, Bay?"

He licks his lips. "Either way."

"I'm vers too."

"But tonight, I want to suck your dick and then bury my cock inside you."

I tremble and press my forehead against his shoulder. "Fuck, Bay, you're going to make me come just thinking about it."

He chuckles. "You could come again so soon?"

"Not quite this fast." I lift my head and nibble a path along his jaw. "But I am looking forward to coming again tonight." I press my lips to his, grasp his hand, and tug him towards the door.

He stops me before I can go into the garden. "Our cocks are still hanging out."

I'm less worried about being seen—the garden has high hedges—and more concerned about tripping up because my trousers and pants are around my thighs. We pull our clothes up and dash across the garden, into the house, and to my room. Now we've permitted ourselves to be with each other, I'm hungry for him. I want to taste every inch of him. I want to know what it feels like to be fucked by Bailey and what it would be like to be deep inside him. I've never experienced this urgent desire before. It's thrilling and a little scary.

We fall into each other's arms, kissing, touching, and stroking. We nudge each other's tops and run our fingers over bare skin. Our tongues tangle, and our teeth clash.

"Condom," Bailey says. "Lube."

I break away from him to fetch them from a drawer and drop them onto the bed next to where we're standing. We continue kissing, though it's more akin to devouring each other's lips. Bailey undoes my trousers and tugs them and my underpants to my knees. I gasp as he gets on his knees at my feet and grabs the lube.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

"More than okay."

He smiles. "If you'd rather top?—"

I press my finger over his kiss-swollen lips. "I'm happy to let you top the first time we fuck, husband. As long as you let me top next time."

His lashes flutter when I'm calling him husband.

"Next time." It's not a question.

"There's going to be lots more times," I promise. We're going to be married for another eleven months. Why not enjoy each other during that time?

He stares into my eyes as he strokes my cock a few times to make it hard. He puts his hand around the base, closes his lips around the head, and takes me deep.

I tip my head back and growl softly. "That feels amazing, Bay." I lower my chin and meet his intense gaze.

Desire swirls in his blue irises. My heart races. He bobs his head repeatedly, driving me insane as he sucks hard enough to hollow out his cheeks. After a few delightful seconds, he pulls off and reaches for the lube. He squeezes some onto his fingers and strokes it over my hole.

"This okay?"

"Yes." I can't say anything else. This beautiful man is unravelling me bit by bit.

He plays with my hole as he sucks my cock. At first, he teases me by rubbing his finger over and around it. When I'm relaxed and groaning, he pushes his finger inside. I clench my arse cheeks, moaning at the double whammy of being fingered and sucked off. He grasps my hip with his free hand. I tangle my hands into his hair, holding but not controlling the movement of his head.

"Bay." I want to say more, but my thoughts aren't coherent enough to form a full sentence.

I'm delirious with desire. He could easily make me come like this, but he wanted to fuck me. And damn, he's making my arse feel so good. Making me desperate to have something thicker than fingers up there.

"More," I gasp.

He grins around my cock. He's gorgeous. On his knees, his lips stretched wide around my girth, his bright blue eyes sparkling. I could get used to this.

"Bay, I want you." I clench my arse again.

He pushes a second finger inside me.

"Not what I mean," I grate out.

His chuckle sends vibrations through my length.

"You're a tease," I say.

He gives me a ‘butter wouldn't melt' look. The angelic look doesn't wash when my cock is stuffed into his mouth.

He plays with me for—how long? Who knows? Who cares? He's making me feel fucking amazing. My balls are heavy. My cock aches. My arse is more than ready for his dick.

Finally—fucking finally—he releases me, stands, and points at the bed. "Bend over."

I don't need to be told twice. I bend over, put my hands on the mattress, and spread my legs. I watch over my shoulder as he pushes his jeans and underwear to his knees, strokes himself to make himself hard, puts the condom on, and smothers it in plenty of lube.

"I like this side of you," I say.

"What side?"

"Slightly bossy. Taking control. You know what you want and are not afraid to let me know."

"I want your arse."

"I noticed." I wiggle my bottom. "Come and take it, husband."

He stands behind me, stroking my arse and kissing my spine. "How do you like it?"

"However you want to give it to me, Bay. Slow, fast, gently, hard. Give it to me any way you want. I'll love it."

He holds my hips and nudges the head of his cock against my hole. "Ready?"

"Damn right I am. Take me."

I hold my breath and then release it slowly with a whine as he enters me. I was jacking him off half an hour ago, but I still didn't realise how long his cock was until now.

"So good," I grunt as he buries himself balls deep.

"You okay?"

"Uh-huh. You?"

"Yes."

"Fuck me, husband."

He snort-laughs softly. "You need to stop calling me that."

"Why? It's sexy."

"It's ridiculous."

"You like it."

"I don't."

I glance over my shoulder in time to catch him smiling. He does like it.

I wriggle and push against him. "Are you going to fuck me, or are you going to make me do all the work? Husband?"

"I'm going to fuck you."

He pulls back far enough to have his cock almost slip out of my arse and then drives back in.

"About fucking time!" I throw my head back. "God, that felt good."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

He repeats the motion, slowly on the outward stroke, hard and fast on the inward stroke. Soon, my brain is rattling in my head, and sweat is breaking out on my skin. My pulse is racing even faster than before. My thoughts scatter, try to reform, and then splinter again. His groin and balls slap against my arse. He grunts and pants. I moan and groan. I whoop a few times too.

"I'm gonna—" He reaches around me and strokes my cock.

It's the sloppiest, most desperate handjob I've ever been given, but it doesn't matter. The double stimulation turns me into a shuddering, quivering, groaning, panting mess. Cum spurts over his hand. His cock pulses inside me. He moans deeply as he thrusts through his orgasm. He wraps his arms around me. Our legs buckle, and we collapse onto the bed, him inside me, our feet trailing on the floor.

"Damn, Bay."

He kisses my neck and shoulder. "You had fun?"

"Fuck yes. I hope you did too."

"Yes."

I giggle. "I guess that means we've consummated our marriage. You're officially my husband now, husband."

"We're gay, so we didn't have to, remember?"

"Eh. It was fun, wasn't it?"

"So much."

"Do you regret it?" I cross my fingers.

"No."

"Are we going to fuck again?"

"Yes."

I grin. "Happy consummation day."

"That's not a thing."

"It is now." I raise my hand and then flop it onto the mattress. "Give me half an hour, maybe an hour, and then I'll top you."