Hayes caresses my skin with feather-light strokes, trailing his fingertips over my ass, around my waist and up under my tank top to my breasts.
I yank my top over my head, toss it over my shoulder.
He lets go of my breasts and they bounce heavily and free. He draws his tongue over a nipple, blowing a slow breath over the puckered flesh, before taking it between his lips and sucking softly. “Do you like it gentle?” he breathes against me.
My panties are soaking wet now.
“Or rough?” he asks, raking his teeth over my nipple, then sucking it into his mouth hard, and flicking his tongue over its peak.
“All of the above,” I rasp.
Instantly he’s up, looming over me, and tossing my body face-first onto the mattress. I let a loud gasp and laugh. He smacks my ass and bends my knees until my ass is up in the air.
“I want to see how wet you are for me,” he says, as he slips my undies off, until they pool around my knees.
His hands grip at the back of my thighs, spreading me wide. I close my eyes and revel in the lewd, lascivious feeling as his tongue slides over me. Licking and sucking, biting, and sliding inside me. He doesn’t slow down either, he devours me with his mouth from behind, giving me full hard thrusts with his tongue, my breasts bouncing against the bed from the constant motion.
Then he’s gone. Cold air hits where the warmth has left, and I groan out in frustration.
“Do you know how long, how often I’ve thought of you like this?”
“No,” I cry, waiting, trembling and poised on my hands and knees, anticipating what Hayes will do to me next.
“Turn around, I want to see your face.”
I scramble to flip over.
“Spread yourself open for me.”
I do as he says because the way he’s looking at me is so fucking addictive.
Slowly he brings a finger to me, gently sliding it over my wet flesh. I throw my head back, panting. “Hayes, oh God, please. Keep going.”
“I want to be inside you,” he murmurs.
“I want your cock inside me,” I encourage him. I want it right now.
“Birth control pills?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“Because I want in bare. Nothing between us.”
“I’ve…I’ve never done that before,” I whisper.
“Me neither.”
Again, outside the bedroom, heavy, booming footsteps thunder down the hallway. Then someone’s pounding at the door.
He sighs. The hammering on the door continues. “If you don’t want anyone to know you’re in here with me, get in the bathroom.” He rubs a hand over the back of his head, but his heated gaze is still focused on my pussy.
“Do not open that door. You can’t leave me like this!” I plead. My body’s on fire.
He lifts his gaze to meet mine. “You know they won’t stop. I’ll get rid of them.” He takes my hand and helps me up off the bed. Then he trails his fingers up my back until he’s gripping the back of my neck. We walk two steps, maybe three, and then his mouth is on mine. His tongue swirling around mine. Maybe he changed his mind and is ignoring whoever’s at the door.
He walks me backward, not breaking the kiss, until my back is against the icy-cold tile of the bathroom wall. His hands cup my face as he pulls away. “I’ll be right back,” he whispers before he steps out and closes the door behind him.
I clench my thighs together to ease the sharp throbbing ache that nestles there.
