A visual of Hayley on her knees springs to mind, and I imagine her sucking my cock as water cascades down her back. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to fuck her, but we’ve moved way beyondwantand straight through toneed. Either that, or I’m going to have to suffer through the pain while jerking myself off.
Dammit, now I’m getting hard.
Working to replace the naked visuals with something else like kittens or broken fingers, I feel a warmth against my chest and flinch, my eyes flashing to Hayley as she gently kisses my bruise.
“Sorry.” She lightly shakes her head, staring at me bewildered. “I have no idea why I did that.”
Thinking quickly, I reach for her hand and pull her in close. “It helped,” I say, my voice raspy as my chest swirls with some fucked-up anticipation.
Hayley’s eyes briefly widen before she tugs at her bottom lip and nods. “Yeah?” she whispers breathlessly, my heart racing as I nod back.
Without a word, she leans forward and lowers her head again, pressing another kiss to my abs, only this time she lingers, brushing her lips across my skin, pausing on each individual tattoo. When she makes her way up to my pecs and stops on the paw print, I shiver.
“We should get you in the shower.” She smiles up at me, misunderstanding my reaction.
“Hayls, I—”
“Let me help. No more joking. I promise.”
I nod as her hands drop to the waistband of my jeans, her fingers working the button before she undoes the zipper. After rolling the denim down my legs, she ignores the obvious bulge in my briefs as she waits for me to step out. “Do you need help with your jocks too?” she asks, her voice soft, a complete contrast to the girl she was before.
I let out a half laugh, half groan. On one hand her Aussie term is funny, but on the other hand, I hate needing so much help. But since I’ve already balanced on the tightrope of our boundaries tonight, what’s a little bit more. “Please.”
Hayley gets to work confidently, but when my cock springs free, her throat bobs as she innocently glances up at me. I move to speak, but she shakes her head and stands. “I’ll leave you to it.”
I only allow her to take one step before I react without thought, moving on pure instinct as my arm shoots out to stop her, curling her into me as I walk us the two short steps toward the bedroom. When we’re both inside, I lower her onto the mattress and slowly remove her boots one at a time, my heart racing as she silently stares up at me, her eyes hooded as her lashes flutter.
When I’m done, I hover above her, leaning in until there’s barely a breath between us. “Tell me you don’t want this.” My voice cracks until I clear it and try again. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll walk away.”
My cock throbs and I try hard to keep it away from her. I’m not going to take this any further unless I hear those words. But God, I don’t want to stop.
Hayley’s chest heaves as her eyes bounce between mine, and fuck is she beautiful. With her long, blonde hair fanning outbeside her flushed cheeks and her doe eyes staring up at me, I’ve never seen her more perfect.
She opens her mouth and closes it again, releasing a soft sigh. “I shouldn’t want this,” she whispers and I’m hooked on her every word. “We shouldn’t want this. But if you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might explode.”
And there she is. My Hayley. My wildcat.
Standing up, I leave her to rummage through my bag, finding the protection I brought on the off chance that something happened between us. And thank God that I did.
Hayley sits up and studies me with a smile, undoing the button of her jeans, lifting her ass to lower them quickly, removing her panties at the same time.
She follows me with her eyes, watching me move around the room, sighing when I’m settled in front of her.
Dropping the condom on the mattress, I lower to my knees and spread her legs, gliding my palms slowly along her thighs until the tips of my thumbs brush against her center. My right hand stings from the movement, and I reluctantly accept that if I want to please her, I’m going to have to use my left.
Shifting my balance, I press my left thumb against her clit, but she grabs my hand to stop me. “Wait. I’m already worked up.” She reaches for the condom and waves it in front of me. “Please.” The desperation in her voice almost convinces me to give in, but while I want nothing more than to sink inside her, we have time.
“I remember our conversation about the importance of foreplay.” I smirk when she giggles. “Lie back, Hayls. Let me worship this beautiful pussy before you take my cock.”
Without waiting, I lick a path from her hole to her clit, flattening my tongue against the bud, finally tasting her again. And God, she tastes amazing. It’s been too long. And if I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure we’d ever get here again.
After teasing her clit, I stare up at her, my fingers dancing against her entrance, loving the way she clenches for me as I glide easily though her heat.
She wriggles impatiently beneath me until I sink two fingers inside her, scissor them to stretch her before adding a third and fourth, getting her ready, knowing she can take it. She arches her back and rolls her hips, riding my fingers, her pussy squeezing around me. “Fuck, Baby. You’re so ready for me. Ready for my cock. Ready for me to take this pussy and make it mine.”
With a gasp, Hayley’s eyes widen before her head lolls back, her hips continuing to grind as my fingers work her pussy, my tongue lavishing her clit. Her breathing picks up and she grabs the sheets, curling them beneath her fingers, grounding herself as her hips buck.
I massage her walls, working her harder until she convulses around me, crying out as her arousal coats my fingers, forcing me to bite back a groan.
