Page 26 of My Grumpy Sweetheart
“Damn,” he whispered, eyes glinting with mirth. “Had I known exactly what you were hiding under your flannels, I’d have begged you to take me last night.”
I shivered, and the smile on my little devil’s face widened.
“You like that idea, huh?” he said, wagging his eyebrows. “Which part? You taking me or me begging?”
“How about both?” My voice sounded foreign to my ears, all raspy and ragged.
“Deal.” Bailey flicked my nipples, sending electric shocks right into my cock. “But you’d better make it worth my while.”
Laughing, I turned him around to slap his ass. It couldn’t have hurt, not through the fabric of his sweatpants, but he moaned nonetheless, sticking his ass out, silently begging me to do it again.
Interesting. Very interesting.
My hands slid over his back, tracing his spine, down to the hem of his sweatpants before pulling them down in one swift motion, baring his ass for me. There was no handprint, but the cheek I’d slapped was a cute pink, and I wanted to do it again and again until his ass was bright red and hot, until Bailey was begging me to fuck him, until he was writhing on the bed with need, but…
Not until we talked about it.
“Lube? Condoms?” I asked, internally chastising me for not being prepared. But I hadn’t even considered the possibility of something like this happening. Hadn’t factored in the sheer force that was Bailey.
“Nightstand,” he panted, wiggling his ass right in front of my face until I gave in and slapped it again. His cheek jiggled, and he let out a breathy moan. “Again,” he pleaded, trying to chase my hand with his ass. “Please.”
I shouldn’t, but damn. I wanted to. So I did. Harder this time. Bailey tensed for a fraction of a second until his whole body seemed to melt into the mattress just as my handprint started to bloom a bright pink on his left ass cheek.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, sounding almost out of it already.
“Fucking is something we can certainly do,” I snarked, taking the opportunity to get the supplies out of his bedside drawer.
“Yes. All the yesses. To everything,” Bailey said, trying to turn around, but I liked him like this, his beautiful ass on full display. Nudging his legs further apart, I kneeled between them to keep them spread wide, giving me full access to all the goods.
Opening the bottle of lube with a click, I saw goosebumps rising on his skin and a shiver going through his whole body.
“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” I demanded in a deep voice that elicited another groan from him.
Bailey pushed his upper body up and turned around to me. “You’re not going too fast. Right this moment, you’re going too slow. Get your dick inside me already!”
Slap.
He fell back to the mattress, his face turning as bright red as his ass did, a groan coming from deep within his chest. I slapped him again for good measure, my dick twitching at the sight of his ass jiggling. Fuck, his ass was a piece of art. Sculpted to perfection.
Slicking up my fingers, I placed the bottle of lube next to me, then used my free hand to pull his cheeks apart, baring his pretty hole for me. His ring of muscle clenched in anticipation, which was the sole reason I waited for a couple of seconds before doing anything.
“Dakota, please,” he begged, and oh, he begged so prettily, his voice all airy and breathy, a hint of desperation coloring his tone.
Slowly, I dragged a slicked-up finger through his crack, rubbing over his hole, watching the muscle clench and unclench, his legs twitch. The skin on his thighs and even on his ass was covered in goosebumps, his dick twitching desperately against the bedsheets.
Maybe I should pull him up by the hips, make him go to his knees, rob him of the sensation of the sheets rubbing against his dick, but… next time. Right now, my own self-control was stretched thin. I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock to the hilt in Bailey’s ass. Wanted to pound him and watch his cheeks jiggle. Wanted to grab them, slap them, wanted to draw more of these desperate moans out of him.
So I did just that.
Circling his hole, I watched for the moment he relaxed into my touch, watched for the second he accepted that I was calling the shots, that I was the one who decided what to give him and when.
And that was the moment I pushed a finger inside of him. His muscles fought against me for a second, then almost seemed to pull me in, letting my finger slide inside. I moaned at the tight heat welcoming me. It was a shame I needed to pull back out and apply a little more lube to slick up the way. But it only took a second and then my finger was back, sliding deeper into Bailey. He was trying to push back against my hand, impaling himself on my finger, but I used my other hand to keep his hips down on the mattress.
Bailey let out a mix between a moan and an annoyed huff, which made me smile. He was so damn expressive. I didn’t have to second guess anything; he was showing me exactly what he wanted.
And that was for me to hurry up.
So I did.
