Page 28 of Bad Call

God, why did I sit here and torture myself with these ridiculous thoughts? I couldn’t stand the man!

Most of the time.

I could barely tolerate him long enough to have dinner with him. Powering the tablet down, I returned it to the nightstand, rolled over, and shut my eyes. It was a while before I was able to fall asleep, and when I did, my last conscious thought was of that great sex I wasn’t having in the shower.

Thick steam wrapped my body in a warm hug. My head felt light from the heat. Bracing one hand flat against the wet tile, the other roamed over my chest, tweaking my nipple between my fingers until I felt a sharp stab in my belly. Down my wet skin, over the ridges of my abs, my fingers tangled in my dark pubes, tugging lightly.

“Ahh,” I breathed out.

Rough hands gripped my hips, pulling my body flush against theirs. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the heat on his face, his intense expression burning me alive, hotter than the water pelting my head.

“Let me do that for you,” he offered, reaching for my cock.

Baylor wasn’t asking, he was taking. His rough fist engulfed my shaft, stroking up and down unhurriedly. I looked down at the water sluicing off my shaft. His hand glided easily over my length, building the most deliciousburn in my belly. He cupped my balls in the heat of his palm.

“How hard do you want me to squeeze?”

Without waiting for an answer, his fist began to close around my sac, the pressure increasing until it became uncomfortable. Just when I couldn’t take more, he tugged lightly, pulling the globes away from my body to stem all sensation, good and bad.

I was hungry for more.

“Touch me,” I begged.

His teeth sank into my shoulder, biting lightly, but deep enough to leave a mark. He sucked dark welts into my neck, sucking hard and then lapping at my bruised skin with his tongue.

“You taste so good.” His voice was rough in my ear, sending shivers throughout my body despite the heat.

Without warning, Baylor spun me around and dropped into a squat, his mouth level with my dick. He glanced up at me with a wicked look before his tongue snaked out to tease my tip. He lapped up the clear bead of fluid seeping at the tip.

“If I suck you hard enough, will I get more?”

“Fuck yes,” I hissed, grabbing the base of my cock. I traced his parted lips with the tip. My eyes hooded with pleasure when he held out his tongue. I slapped my cock against it repeatedly before shoving inside his mouth.

My knees shook with pleasure. My balls swelled. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. Baylor used his wicked mouth to work my cock and balls over thoroughly, so I had to brace my weight against the wall to keepupright. He swallowed around my girth, and I felt his throat convulse and sagged against the wall.

I was either going to cum or pass the fuck out.

“Do that again,” I ordered.

Baylor took me to the back of his throat and swallowed, and I felt the spasms in my balls. My seed flooded his mouth, giving me a rush of pleasure so strong my head felt woozy. I glanced down in time to watch him swallow every drop before licking his lips clean.

“Turn around,” he ordered, coming to his feet.

Baylor grasped the base of his cock and stroked himself, preparing to fuck me. I turned toward the wall and braced my weight, widening my legs. The tip of his cock pushed against my virgin hole, making goosebumps rise over my flushed skin.

His wet tongue lapped at my face, bathing my cheek in drool. Sticky, stinky drool. He whined low and?—

My eyes fluttered open. God, he was hairy. “Rawlings!”

Fuck, my fantasy popped like an overfilled balloon, leaving me disappointed and unsatisfied. It was so good, though. Baylor was a great fuck, even in my dreams.

Too bad we weren’t fucking.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BAYLOR

I hadforty-five minutes to kill before I had to meet Casey for dinner.

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