I’ve only masturbated in front of another person once before—the last time we were at Tank’s. So, isn’t it a fitting, full-circle moment to do it again this morning? The inferno in Hayes’ eyes fuels my desire to please him. Leaving his hand to strum my clit, I slide two fingers into my drenched core, scissoring them. My head rests against his shoulder while feelings of bliss crest within me.
As I pull my hand from my panties, Hayes grabs my wrist, licking up every drop of my arousal from my fingers. “Fucking scrumptious,” he growls.
Even through the denim confines of his jeans, I can feel his erection digging into my back. His hand snakes down my body until he reaches the cleft of my thighs again. He pulls my panties aside before running his fingers through my folds. “This is how wet you got having all those people watch us make out?”
Shakily, I nod again, watching in the reflection as Hayes touches me, expertly rolling my clit between his fingers. When his fingers push inside me, stroking deep, my mouth drops open with a loud moan. It feels so much better when he touches me.
“You liked that, didn’t you? Having their eyes on us while my cock was grinding up against your dripping cunt. You wanted me to rip those panties off and bury myself inside you. Right there in front of everyone. Wanted them to see you take every inch of my cock like the filthy girl you are. The thought of them watching you come apart, seeing you cream all over me... itturned you on, didn’t it?”
With my arousal gushing down his fingers, there's no reason to deny it, and his feverish whispered words drive me wild. My hips twitch as Hayes’ talented hand works its magic. “I need more of you,” I stammer, sounding breathy and desperate. Tired of fingers and hands, I want Hayes’ cock inside me. Now.
“I do, too,” his raspy voice teetering on the edge of losing control. He walks us forward a few steps and unsnaps his jeans, only pushing them down a few inches.
He pumps his fingers into me again, gathering my wetness, and then smears it across his dick as lubricant.
“Hands on the mirror, Yankee, and spread those pretty legs for me.”
As soon as my hands hit the cold glass of the mirror, Hayes rubs the head of his cock against my swollen clit. My head rolls to the side, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. Then he notches his crown at my entrance, pushing in an inch before withdrawing.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he commands. My eyes snap open just as he impales me on his cock, and I let out a moan that would have made a porn star proud. After hours of taunting, he feels like heaven when he plunges inside me, fierce and ferocious. There’s nothing gentle about this. It’s fast and punishing as he fills me. And it feels fucking perfect.
Mesmerized, I watch in the mirror as Hayes sinks into me, each time pushing me forward, making my breasts jiggle and sway. I see the tendons running down his neck pop as he gets closer and closer to losing control. I feel how tightly his fingers grip my hips, his nails leaving little half-moon indentations on my skin. And I hear the increasingly loud mewls that fall from my mouth, unbidden, as my body goes barreling toward the finish line. “Oh God, yes! Yes, Hayes, yes!”
I snap, coming so hard, groaning and writhing. My inner walls pulsate, bearing down on Hayes and strangling his dick, as my whole body convulses in a pleasure so powerful that it’s almost agony. It’s alevel of satiated bliss that I never want to end because I can’t imagine anything feeling as satisfying as this does.
I feel Hayes swell within me as he thrusts, grinding into me one last time, shooting thick spurts of his cum inside me. His gaze collides with mine in the mirror as he rides out the final aftershocks of his orgasm. Chest heaving, he kisses up my spine, sending a shiver running through me. Wrapping his arms around me, we stayed connected for a minute.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” I pant when Hayes pulls out of me.
With his cum sliding down my thighs, Hayes laughs, tucking himself back into his jeans. “Yankee, I know they did. You’re fucking hot, baby, but you sure as shit ain’t quiet.”
Actress Hints at Ruston Hayes’ Mystery Romance
Actress Sloane Beecher says she was thrilled to land the role of Ruston Hayes’ love interest in Outlaw’s new music video, but according to her, the real fireworks were happening off-camera.
While tight-lipped about the top secret video shoot, Beecher was more than willing to dish on the off-stage sparks she witnessed between takes.
“There was a blonde woman who showed up with Ruston. I believe her name was Annabelle,” Beecher revealed. “She seemed familiar with the whole band, and Ruston kept checking on her between scenes. It definitely felt like they were a couple.”
When asked what gave her that impression, Beecher didn’t hold back.
“Ruston was affectionate with her—holding her hand, rubbing her shoulder, kissing her cheek. The video’s director even yelled at him because he kept watching her while we were filming. And it wasn't one-sided. She only had eyes for him.”
Neither Hayes nor his reps have commented on the alleged romance, but fans are already speculating about the mystery blonde's identity.
Could she be the woman who Hayes thinks aboutEvery Now and Then?
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The following week, Outlaw is in Los Angeles promoting our upcoming album. Once we wrap up our business on the west coast, we’re scheduled to fly to New York. Rinse, dry, repeat. Charlotte has crammed our schedules with a shit ton of stuff. Sound checks, rehearsals, interviews, radio and television performances, meet and greets, dinners with VIPs, and of course, performances on the late-night talk show circuit.
We’re so busy, I’m shocked Char hasn’t penciled in specific times for me to take a shit.
My phone rings, and Char’s photo flashes across the screen. Speakof the devil.
