I step closer, watching the way his gaze sweeps across my shoulders and collarbone, dropping down and lingering on my bare breasts. His eyes seem full of hunger, need. It makes my nipples tighten and a small ache of pleasure dampens between my thighs. I unbuckle my jeans, slide them down my legs, and my thong follows. “We have fifteen minutes before Tess?—"
He doesn’t let me finish. His lips crash into mine, urgent and demanding.Yes, yes, yes. This is what I need. I feel my heart beating in my chest, a little too fast, a little too wild. His hands, rough and warm, wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His mouth is hungry, devouring. His eager tongue strokes over mine relentlessly, and he moans,oh he moans—as if he’s never tasted anything as delicious as me.
He spins us around, pressing my bottom against the edge of a dresser. He releases my lips and leans down, pressing his hot mouth to my throat and kissing down the path between my breasts. He traces his lips over my right nipple, flicking histongue against the sensitive point. He laps and sucks, nipping it between his teeth. I arch back, leaning on the dresser, pressing my hips forward. I need more. I whisper the words. He trails his lips down, over my stomach, his hot, wet tongue setting fires across my skin.
His hands reach up, cupping my breasts, soft feathery touches then pinching my nipples tight. My nerve endings scream for more; my body hums with need. “Hayes, please, I need more.”
“Ass up on the dresser, open your legs wide,” he breathes against my lower belly. “Show me that gorgeous pussy.”
I lift up onto the dresser and spread my legs. Eager, ready, desperate for him.
He stands, unbuttons his jeans. His eyes, full of need, are locked onto my core. “Touch yourself.” He unzips his jeans and they drop, crumpling around his ankles. “I want to watch you play with that beautiful pussy for me.” He cups his cock through his briefs.
I lift my hand to my mouth, suck on one finger, then two.
His eyes darken.
I trail my wet fingers down, over my breasts and belly, circle once, twice over my clit then dip them inside my warmth.
“All the way in, baby. Deeper,” he rasps.
He slides his briefs off, fists his cock, rubbing his thumb slowly over the head.
“Is this what you want to watch me do?” I ask, moving my fingers in and out, rubbing them over my clit, then dipping them back inside me.
“Fuck, yes. You look so good doing that.” He moves closer to me, his cock no more than an inch away from me, his hand stroking it from root to tip, real slow. “That’s it, keep going. Good girl.”
His eyes stay fixed on my movements, making that warm tingly feeling spread out from my clit until my whole body is trembling with need.
He strokes his cock faster.
“I want those fingers in deep. Deeper,” he murmurs, inching closer. “Keep going.” He lines the head of his dick up with me, rubs it over my fingers, my wetness. Then he presses in. “Keep going with your fingers, Tori. I want to feel your fingers inside with me.”
I clench tight around his cock and my fingers, stretching as he slowly slides in deeper. “Oh, my God, Hayes.”
“Feel good? You like double penetration?”
“More,” I moan as pleasure coils from the fullness.
“I can’t wait to get you back to my place. Use all my toys on you,” he grunts on a hard thrust.
“Toys?” I pant.
His lips cover mine in a kiss as he pumps his cock into me. “Hmm,” he groans into my mouth then stops dead. He slowly slips out of me and presses his forehead to mine, breathing heavily.
“No, no, no. Why did you stop?” I ask, pulling him closer.
He chuckles into my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “You don’t hear Tessa pounding on the door?”
I look up and lock eyes with him, confused. Then I hear it, the heavy thudding on the door. “You better hurry up, we’re all downstairs waiting!” Tessa calls out.
With a sigh, Hayes leans back, his eyes still dark with desire.
“Let’s just stay here,” I say. I want him back inside me right now. I don’t care who’s waiting downstairs.
“No! You’re coming, let’s go!” Tessa yells from the other side of the door. “Now! We’re already late.”
“I’m going to kill her,” I whisper.
