“Let me show youhowbad...”
She unzipped me, and my erection sprang exuberantly free. It swung upward, nearly hitting her in the chin before her hand came up, snaking around me. When her lips dropped forward, sliding over the head, I let out a howl of contentment.
Immediately I knew it would be nearly impossible to hold back. But as much as I couldn’t stop myself from the inevitable, I also knew there was no way she was letting me free. Not until she’d accomplished her mission.
Hayden’s lips were wet and tight, squeezing me as they slid downward, enticing me ever deeper into her hot throat. My hands slid forward, my fingers tangling in that long, cornsilk hair. Somehow I had to maintain control. It felt too fucking good to lose it now, to let this end too soon. I’d waited so long. I’d thought maybe I’d never be here again.
I was never so happy to be wrong about something in my life.
Hayden began to suck faster and harder, her expert tongue swirling around me as her hand worked the base. Her mouth felt warm and welcoming, and velvety soft. Those painted lips contracted around me, dragging themselves up and down my shaft. Just watching them turned me on even more, until I felt that familiar tingle, beginning at the very base of my aching balls.
I didn’t just come, I totally unleashed. I clawed at Hayden’s bobbing head as long, deep jets of my hot come flowed straight down her eager throat. She kept going, kept stroking, kept on taking everything I had. I roared with pleasure, just as the fingers of her free hand closed over my full, heavy sack. Those fingers came together, tugging gently, pulling my scrotum downward as my juice flowed upward, outward, into her.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh…
Those fingers didn’t stop until the job was done; coaxing every last drop from my spent, euphoria-wracked body. Spasm after spasm, I endured the sweetest of suffering. When she was finished, it felt like she’d swallowed my very soul.
In the end she pulled back, just past the head. Then, batting those bedroom eyes, Hayden looked straight up at me, winked, and swallowed.
HOLY.
FUCK.
Slowly she stood up, licking her lips. The wicked smirk on her face said everything that words could not.
“There,thatwas my devil shot,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of one delicate wrist. “Best one I’ve ever had.”
“Ditto,” I gulped.
Hayden was still fully in command, even shoving me back into my boxers before zipping me back up. When she was all finished, she took my face in her hands.
“I’m back,” she said huskily. “Or should I saywe’reback. The four of us. For good, this time.”
My heart soared. I felt like I could fly.
“Now, I know you came here from the airport, and you’ve got things to catch up on,” she murmured. “So do that. And know thatthiswill be waiting for you when you get home.”
She took my hand, and slipped it through the slit in her dress. Pressing my palm between her legs, I felt nothing but the soaking wetness of her unyielding heat, drenching that tiny black thong.
“You were right,” I managed to breathe. “Thatwasbad.”
Hayden threw her beautiful head back and laughed like a demon.
“If you thinkthatwas bad,” she grinned, leaning in close to whisper the rest of her sentence directly into my ear: “wait until you hear what I did with your friends last night…”
~ 49 ~
HAYDEN
The room was warm to begin with, but even warmer after we were done. It also reeked of sex. Long sex. Dirty sex. The kind of sex women gave their men after returning from six months on some oil derrick in the middle of the ocean, much less after not having seen them for a measly week.
But a week felt like an eternity, being away from them.
Carter had gotten home well after midnight, to find me naked in his bed and waiting patiently for him. We’d taken full advantage of the solitude, and over the course of our hot little reunion we’d fucked ourselves basically senseless. Even now, sprawled half-delirious across the chaos of pillows and blankets, we couldn’t stop touching each other. Lying on my side, with Carter spooning me from behind, I couldn’t help but trace my finger lightly down his long, jagged, scar.
“Sawyer told me about this,” I murmured, into the silence. “Hope that’s okay.”
Carter didn’t flinch, or pull away. He only planted his lips against my cheek; and kissed me.
