Page 70 of Faking Summer
Bailey was probably just a few feet away, oblivious—or pretending to be. The thought of getting caught was nerve-racking but also thrilling. His jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. I wasn’t going to stop, not now. I sank to my knees, the water trickling over me as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. It was hard, thick, and already leaking pre-cum. My lips parted, and I took him into my mouth, every inch, savoring the wayhips jerked forward involuntarily, the way I had just started and he was already losing control.
“Fucking hell,” he bit the knuckle of his index finger to stifle a moan.
I pulled back slowly, my tongue dragging all around his shaft before swirling around the tip. His breath was ragged now, and when I looked up at him, his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust.
Bailey chose that moment to speak again. “Did you do legs today?”
He was almost suffering now—his voice strained as he managed, “Ch-chest day.”
“Ah! That’s right,” Bailey shot back.
I smirked around his cock, taking him deeper this time, my throat constricting as I swallowed him whole. A hand gripped the back of my head, fingers tightened in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan. I could feel him fighting it, trying to stay quiet, but I wasn’t going to let him off that easily. I bobbed my head faster, sucking harder, my tongue working him in ways that had his knees buckling.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said, pressing a palm against the shower wall to steady himself, like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
I loved it—every fucking second of it. The way his breath hitched, the way his abs tensed, the way he bit down on his lip to hold back his moans. I could feel the tension coiling tight in his body as I brought him closer and closer to the edge. Just when I felt like he was almost there, I pulled away.
Reese closed his eyes and shook his head, giving me all the satisfaction I needed.
"You sure you aren’t hungry?" Bailey asked, apparently not getting the message.
He pulled me to him, his chest pressed against mine. His cock was thick, hard, and wedged against my stomach, and the heat of it made my clit throb like a second fucking pulse. I slid my handbetween us, fingers wrapping around his shaft, and the way he rolled his eyes, and tilted his head back sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core.
“Finish what you started,” I whispered as I felt him twitch in my hand, his hips jerking forward like he couldn’t help himself. The water pounded down on us, hot and relentless, but it was nothing compared to the heat between us.
One of his hands slid down my back, fingers digging into the curve of my ass as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He was strong—so fucking strong—and the way he handled me like I weighed nothing only made me more wet. I kept my head low enough not to be seen as I kissed his neck, my mouth hot on his skin. His other hand found my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple until it was hard and aching.
“Reese?” Bailey asked again, getting impatient.
"Y-yeah, all good," Reese responded as he positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock brushing against my clit, teasing me, driving me insane. He had a crooked grin on his face, but me, I wanted to scream, to beg him to shove himself inside me already, but I couldn’t. Not here. Not with Bailey on the other side. So I settled for grinding against him, my hips rocking in small, desperate circles as I tried to tempt him into moving further.
“Patience, Chaos,” he rasped, and I hated him for it. Hated how he could be so calm when I was a fucking mess. But then he finally—finally—pushed inside me, and all coherent thought left my brain in a rush of white-hot pleasure.
"Alright, guess I'll have the pizza all to myself," Bailey complained, then said a few muffled words I couldn’t focus on.
Reese whispered, “Fuck you feel good,” under his breath. Then, louder, "Bails, unless you wanna see my dick, get out of here."
My nails dug into his shoulders as he filled me completely. And then he started to move. Slow at first, then each delicious thrust was a torturous drag that had me biting down on my own hand to keepquiet. He picked up the pace, his hips rolling and slamming into mine with a force that had me seeing stars.
"You know your dick is pretty impressive." Bailey laughed to himself.
Before Reese could respond, I whispered in his ear, "Don't you dare stop this time."
The sound of skin slapping against skin was drowned out by the shower, the steam swallowing us whole as he fucked me so hard I thought I might break. Each time he bottomed out, I could feel his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my whole body tremble, my orgasm building, ready to fucking explode.
"You could have mentioned mine was impressive too, you know," Bailey added, annoyingly. "Maybe we've been changing around each other for too many years in locker rooms. It’s tragic, honestly."
Oh my god, this was now insane. I was resisting the urge to throw something at him.
"Bye, Bailey,” Reese snapped, dismissing him.
Bailey didn’t faze him, though. Reese placed a hand on the shower wall, his other hand still held me up with ease as he continued to thrust in and out of me. It took everything in me not to scream. The hot water trailed down our entwined bodies, and Reese kissed away the water drops on my collarbone.
I gave him a pleading look, my eyes wide and begging him to keep going. "Don't stop," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need to–"
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I know, baby. I know."
"Alright, I’ll hit you up later... and don't forget you dropped your pink bra on the floor before you go, Coach will kill you if he finds that." Bailey was now officially talking to himself, and I hoped he was finally letting himself out.
