“Needy girl,” he murmurs, a grin spreading across his face.
“Why are you still dressed?” I ask, cupping his arousal through his jeans. “You promised me cock,” I whisper.
“I did, didn’t I?” He flicks open the button of his jeans and lowers the zipper slowly. He’s teasing me. Drawing out my anticipation. He lowers the denim over his hips and lets them drop to the floor. Inside his briefs, his shaft presses against the cotton material, large, bursting.
My mouth waters when he pulls himself out, thick and long, smooth and so, so fucking hard. There’s no better way to describe it other than beautiful—well-groomed, heavy, pulsing. It’s the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a whole hell of a lot of them.
“God, the way you look at me,” Hayes says hoarsely. He gives his shaft a slow tight pump and watches me.
“Aren’t you scared of me? After what I did?” I ask, lowering onto my knees, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock.
“No,” he breathes, eyes glazing over.
I circle my tongue over his velvety head, taste his saltiness from a pearl of precum that glistens in the middle. “What if she’s still inside me?”
He strokes himself again. “Then I hope she likes my cock as much as you do. Now, open up and take it real deep.”
I slide my lips over him, pulling him in so deep, tears well in the corner of my eyes. He pulses on my tongue, quick vibrating throbs, that make me hum and moan around his cock.
“She’s quiet now, yeah? Maybe she likes my cock in your mouth,” he groans, his hands tangling into my wet hair, fisting it, urging me faster.
I quicken my pace and drag my tongue over him in circles. Work one hand over him, the other softly massaging his sac, gently squeezing, kneading.
“Goddamn, what are you doing?” he moans, tightening his hold on my hair. “Oh, fuck that’s good.” The more I swirl my tongue the heavier his breathing gets, over and over, until his movements are frantic and his balls tighten. He’s so close, I can taste it, and my inner thighs turn slick at the thought. “Tori, stop. Stop. You’re going to make me come.”
He pulls himself from my mouth, and I instantly whimper.
Up," he commands, and I rise instinctively, feeling the pull at my scalp as he lifts my hair. Then his hands drop to my shoulders, spinning me around so quickly that my balance falters. For a second, my world tilts. My breath hitches, and I nearly stumble, but Hayes is there—steady, solid, his hands firm yet careful. His grip shifts, guiding me to the edge of the sink until my belly presses against the cold porcelain. His fingers wrap around my right thigh, lifting my leg with ease until my knee rests on the cool edge of the sink. My other leg remains firmly planted on the ground. “That’s it, good girl.”
My body feels taut, like a bowstring pulled tight, balancing between the solid support of the sink and the floor beneath me. His hand finds the middle of my back, pressing down slowly but firmly. I bend forward, my palms splaying against the countertop as I watch myself in the mirror. Bent over like this, the sight of my own flushed face and wild hair sends a surge of something primal through me, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I wait, fully aware of how open and exposed I am.
Hayes slides up closer behind me. I feel his heat against my bare skin, his hand fisting his erection. He bends over, his chest flush to my back, and drops his face into the side of my neck. “Who are the only two people in that mirror, baby?”
“Just me and you.”
He presses his cock to my entrance, pushes himself an inch or two into my wet heat, and I gasp from the size of him, from the position, from the intense way his eyes are locked onto mine in the mirror.
“My cock in your mouth made you so wet, didn’t it?” he asks, slowly nudging in deeper inside me.
“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely. I’m so slippery it’s almost embarrassing, but then I feel him swell and throb deep inside and all I think about is how good it feels. Right now, he’s taking his time, moving so slow that my thighs start to tremor uncontrollably, and I whimper and beg, “Fuck me, Hayes. Hard. Please.”
He pulls out slow, then thrusts back fast and hard, and I choke out a scream. He wraps one arm around the front of my body, cupping onto a breast, and the other wraps around the front of my throat, firmly squeezing. He pumps his cock in and out of me hard and fast, pressing his mouth to my ear and telling me beautiful filthy things. “You take my cock so well, Tori. Your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me.”
God, I love the way he moans each word.
He better not leave me,my inner voice says.
“Hayes?” I ask, panting.
His lips open against my neck, kissing my flesh while his hips drive into me in long hard thrusts. “Yeah?” he groans.
My fingers curl into fists. “Don’t leave me. Don’t?—”
“Never,” he says, and a warmth spreads out from my chest, tingling through the rest of my body. He angles himself deeper and slides a hand over the front of my sex, rubbing hard quick circles against my clit. “Never.”
Heat explodes where his fingers touch and pleasure coils fast through my core. “Oh my God, Hayes, yes. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” The pleasure mounts as he pounds into me. I swear, my soul lifts up out of my body and cheers him on. Sensations overwhelm me, every nerve on fire as his body claims mine. His moans, low and guttural, feel like a direct current through my skin, sinking into something deeper—something more primal. I cling to the sink, my fingers knotting, pressing into the porcelain sink, as if holding on to something solid will keep me tethered to the moment. But there’s a strange shift, a feeling like I’m on the edge of something beyond the physical.
“I’ll never leave you. I’ll never hurt you. You hear me?” His voice is everywhere—inside me, around me. It weaves through my thoughts, but it’s so much more than that. Each sound he makes reverberates through my chest, and I swear I can feel it deeper, as if his words are sinking into my bones.That warmth from my chest radiates in waves until it feels like my very being is expanding, stretching.It’s an unfamiliar sensation, as though I’m floating just above my own body, watching, but also… feeling everything even more acutely.
