When she lifts her head to look at me, her eyes are a darker blue now. It’s pitch dark outside the house, no one around us for miles. Just us in our new home that we somehow share. That coupled with what I said a few seconds ago should terrify me, but it thrills me in a way I never thought of before.
She’s mine, completely at my mercy, willing to let me take her wherever she needs to go tonight.Mine for the night. Mine. Mine.
“Fuck me, Hayes,” she whispers.
“What?” I still, my hands slowly move out of her soaked pussy.
“I wrote down three orgasms on my list. Give me three orgasms.”
I rub my jawline with my hand and tilt my head up to the ceiling because that is what I came here to do, isn’t it?
“Regan,” I growl.
She shakes her head. “You asked what you can do to make my life easier? Well, fuck. Me.”
Any last shreds of control snap as I move into action. Flipping her over onto her back on the bed where she bounces slightly.
“What are you doing?” she yelps.
“Number two is for me too.”
And then I lower my face to her bare, slick heat and lap at her soaked cunt that’s still throbbing from her last release.
“Oh god, it’s so sensitive,” she moans.
“Spread your legs wider, baby. I’m tasting every inch of you tonight.
Chapter 21: Regan
The first orgasm had been frantic, a fast, desperate rush for the release I needed. But this second time, I can tell Hayes plans to take his time. And it’s torture, in the most delicious way.
My body’s still trembling, nerves overstimulated and stretched tight, every inch of me humming like a struck tuning fork. My nipples ache, painfully hard and hypersensitive, as if they’re pleading for his mouth, his hands—something.“I need more,” I gasp out.
He shifts lower, and I feel the heat of his breath before anything else. His hands slide inward, slow and deliberate, until his fingers sink into the soft curve where my hips meet my thighs. He grips me there, firm and possessive, his thumbs pressing just enough to make me twitch. Then his tongue traces a single, searing line across my center like he’s savoring the taste of my release.
My breath stutters. “Don’t tease me,” I gasp, hips rocking toward him on instinct, desperate for more. “I need more, Hayes.”
But he only lets out a low, sinful chuckle, the sound vibrating against my skin like he’s laughing at how easy I am for him. His hands stay firm on my thighs, massaging gently, dragging my legs wider. He’s everywhere and nowhere all at once, circling just around my clit with the point of his tongue, each pass so close I could scream—but never quite enough to break me open again.
“I’m taking my time with you now,” he murmurs, voice rough and thick with hunger. He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, then another one higher. “The first one was for you. I needed you to let go and relax. But this one?” His mouth hovers where I’m throbbing for him, his breath hot and cruel. “This one’s forme.”
Outside, a flash of heat lightning splits the darkened sky, casting the room in a brief, yellow glow. Late spring thunder rumbles low in the distance, the air thick with promise of a warm season. There’s no one around for miles. Just me, Hayes, and the storm that’s brewing between us. It’s one no force of nature could match.
“Keep your legs just like this,” he growls, draping them over his broad shoulders. His tongue dives deep into me, dipping into my slit as he groans. I arch into his face, desperate for more friction, and he rewards me with two fingers in my opening, thick and perfect, sliding in deep.
“Play with those pretty tits while I have you,” he orders.
My hands obey before my brain catches up, sliding down to pinch and roll my nipples, the ache turning into sharp, sweet pleasure that courses across every inch of my skin. I moan, the sound raw and needy, echoing off the walls.
Hayes growls against me, his mouth hot and greedy, devouring me like he’s starving. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“That feels… oh god, Hayes, don’t stop.”
His fingers thrust deeper, harder, his pace brutal in the best way. I grind against his face, chasing the high that’s building like a tidal wave inside me.
“I want you to fuck me. Please, Hayes,” I beg, my voice breaking on the words.
He pulls back just enough to rasp, “Then you better earn it, baby. Earn it by screaming my name when you come.”
