I’m desperate to have every piece of Hayes Vogt. I yearn to have him claim me as his. The thought of him moving deep inside of me, thrusting and hitting that spot, sends me spiraling into absolute oblivion.
After tossing my underwear to the side, Hayes spreads my legs and lowers his weight on me, finding my mouth again and kissing me senseless. My hands rove over the muscular planes of his back, dipping into the band of his boxers and pushing them over his hips. He doesn’t stop me, raising his pelvis enough for me to help get his underwear off.
With him on his knees like this, I finally have the chance to take in his physique, appreciating the firm planes of his chest and the muscular divots of his abdomen. This man is the definition of fit, and I know he spends countless hours working and training so he can be the best at what he does.
His eyes spark when I reach for him and trace the contour of his pecs. “You could do that forever and I don’t think I’d stop you. I love having your hands all over me.” His voice is husky, thick with lust. I shiver as his words fall over me. “Close your eyes, Jersey.”
I do the opposite. Instead of following his instructions, I raise an eyebrow, asking for more clarification. His lips twitch at the corners and he kisses me once, before saying again, “Close your eyes.”
He uses one hand to gently ease my eyes closed. My chest heaves with anticipation as soon as I can’t see him.What is he going to do?
The blankets shift as he moves his weight off me to one side. My ears tune into every little breath, every rustle of the blanket, every crackle of the logs in the fireplace.
Then his breath is on me, blowing gently across my nipples until they’ve hardened into tight buds. I start a bit when his tongue presses against one, then the other, warming and suckling them. He gives my breasts equal attention, one with his mouth and the other with his fingers.
I’m soaking wet, my pussy clenching around nothing, the need for him accelerating with every passing second.
Keeping my eyes closed, I whimper. “Hayes, enough teasing.”
“Enough?” he rasps. “I don’t think it’s enough. I barely think we’ve started.”
His hand slides to my center, dipping in and out of the wetness pooling there. I squirm against him, searching for that delicious friction that only he can give me. Without even realizing it, I’ve spread my legs farther apart, opening myself up for him and inviting him to take me. He makes a satisfied sound in the back of his throat and rewards me by adding a second finger.
I arch my head back against the floor and let him work my body in the way only he knows how.
It’s a startling fact, knowing that I have been in serious relationships before and none of those men knew how to bring me pleasure like Hayes.
Part of it, I suspect, has to do with the off-the-charts chemistry we share with each other and his unadulterated dedication for owning my pleasure and my heart. Even a simple glance or a sideways smirk from Hayes has my pulse increasing and need vibrating through my body.
“Hayes,” I moan, even just thinking about how this man drives me wild. He murmurs against my lower abdomen where he’s raining kisses against my sensitive flesh. I open my eyes and glance down at him. “Enough teasing.”
He chuckles and slides his fingers out of me, climbing up my body until his face hovers over mine. He’s got a devilish grin on his face, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you need something?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “I need you inside of me. Right now.”
His smirk grows, and he leans down to kiss me. “Consider it done.”
If I thought he was giving me pleasure before, I was sorely mistaken. There’s nothing quite like the feel of Hayes’s bodyagainst mine in this way. He slides up and down my center, getting his cock wet, pausing long enough for his tip to nudge against my clit in a way that amps up my arousal exponentially.
Unable to take the sweet torture any longer, I reach down between my legs and position him right at my entrance. Hayes groans at the sight of me taking control in this way and the sound goes straight to my aching clit. This may be the first time I’ve ever felt emboldened enough to do something like this, and I like the illusion of power it gives me.
When he’s in position, Hayes pauses before pressing forward into me. “I have condoms upstairs.”
“I have an IUD,” I whisper, arching again when he tongues at my nipple.
He meets my gaze. “Jersey, doyouwant me to wear a condom?”
His question makes me fall for him even harder. “I want you inside me now.”
After receiving my full go-ahead, Hayes eases in. The sensation is delectable—it’s been a while since I’ve had sex and the intense pleasure is tinged with a hint of discomfort at the stretch of his thick cock inside of me, but if anything, it adds to my arousal.
Ilikefeeling Hayes split me open.
Hayes seems to like it too. He drops his weight on top of me, burying his face in my neck as he eases inside of me. His breath is hot against my skin and his little sounds of ecstasy echo in my ears, sending shivers down my arms and spine.
“Fuck,so good,” he grits out once he’s thrusted all the way inside of me. The sound of what I’m doing to him amps up the intimacy of this moment. With other guys, it was always just sex, but with Hayes, this is different.
More meaningful.
