I wet my hand with a long slow lick of my tongue and wrap my hand around him and gently squeeze. His cock has weight, it’s heavy, engorged, pulsing. “What are you waiting for then?”
He smiles wickedly. “Show me what that mouth can do first. Get on your knees.”
I lower myself in front of him, still slowly pumping my hand up and down his shaft.
“Open your mouth. Take in my cock.”
I direct his cock to my lips and slide my mouth over him, rubbing my tongue against the thick warm ridge of theunderside. Hayes draws in a quick sharp breath through his teeth.
“Look at how beautiful you are with a cock in your mouth,” he says low.
I tilt my head back to look up at him, take him deep down my throat. I suck hard, hollow out my cheeks and slide over him again and again, until he steps away panting and me breathless.
Hayes wraps his arms around me, pulling me up, pressing my breasts against his bare chest, and walks me backward toward the bed, his thick cock prodding into my stomach.
“Tell me what you want, Tor,” he says, nipping at my lips.
“Everything,” I breathe
“Everything?”
“Absolutely everything.”
“You sure you’re ready for that?” Our eyes meet, and I try to hold his gaze, but it’s too much, too intense.
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. He dives onto the bed with me underneath him, pressing the back of my legs over his shoulders, and buries himself inside me with a low raspy moan.
“Fuck, you’re so thick,” I whimper.
Slowly he slides all the way out and back in deep again. Once, twice, three times. Sweet, sweet torture.
“I’ll try not to break you,” he teases.
And then he’s moving. Hard rhythmic thrusts.
I wrap my legs around his waist and drown in the building pressure. A pinprick of pleasure blooms out across my inner thighs. My breathing comes faster, louder. “I’m so close,” I whisper.
Hayes locks his eyes with mine. Warmth spreads across my chest. This connection between us. This jumble of nerves and pleasure and need. He slows his strokes, grinding his hips in a circular motion against my clit.
The sharp bite of pleasure grows.
It teeters on the edge, just out of reach.
He’s teasing me, pulling out my climax in long, slow thrusts.
And.
Then.
He.
Stops.
He stands up, grips me by the hips, and flips me onto my stomach.
“Spread those gorgeous legs for me,” he grunts.
I open my legs.
