If I were only able to give her orgasms for the rest of her life, causing that awestruck look, the lifelong case of blue balls would be worth it.
“That’s a shame.” She’s finally caught her breath, her voice now a calm whisper.
I groan and capture her lips with my own. My tongue merges with her own as I try to capture her words and swallow them whole.
I look back two weeks ago, and I was a caged beast. Now I’m wild and free. Hayley has released me and with that, a bond has formed. There’s so much more to come, but for tonight, I will stay true to my word.
All this talking only tells me that she must be ready for round two. As I flip Hayley onto her back and pull her hips high into the air, she giggles loudly.
I see now why Oliver left the apartment. The poor guy will probably be doing that a lot more from now on. I can’t imagine ever getting enough of Hayley and her luscious noises. As much as I won’t silence her, my need for her won’t ever be silenced or tamed.
9
Hayley
Ifeel Corbin’s eyes on me. I know it’s him because my skin prickles and the room suddenly becomes very warm.
He’s been watching me all night. Hanging around close enough to make his presence to me abundantly clear.
As my brother finds a young, beautiful girl to occupy his time, I watch as he leads her down the hallway that leads to the backyard. Finally, out from under my brother’s watchful eye, I seek out Corbin. He’s standing not so far away, a drink in hand, waiting for me.
I set his beer down and take a hold of his hand. I spin into him until his chest is pressed tightly against my back. In our dark little corner, we dance, swaying and grinding our bodies to the music. The songs begin to merge into each other and the rest of the world fades away.
I’m worked up. I can’t stand any more of this torment. I need relief, and I only know one way to get it.
I take Corbin’s hand in mine and lead him across the crowded room and up the stairs to his bedroom.
Corbin’s lips continue a path along my jaw, venturing further south. Down my neck, along my collarbone, down my sternum until he reaches the low neckline of my dress. He pulls back after hitting the barrier and grabs the bottom of my dress. I obey his unspoken request and lift my arms above my head.
The music from the party thumps around the room, noise from people walking back and forth in the hallway penetrates the room. I can’t seem to care that someone could burst in at any second, since forgetting to lock the door.
Almost completely naked and pinned beneath Corbin’s thick body, our lips meet once again. I open to let his tongue enter and begin the sensual battle for dominance.
God, his kisses are what every woman dreams about.
I can feel his desire warming through the denim of his jeans. His hips rock into mine, once, twice, and thrust a third time. I suck in a breath as I feel myself clench. Trapped between the bed and a hard rod of pleasure, my hips do a long roll along the length of him.
My hands that are wrapped around his neck, untangle and begin traveling, rediscovering every bump and ridge of his back. My nails lightly scrape over his tightly bunched muscles.
A pained groan escapes from Corbin’s throat as his hips buck into mine. I let my legs fall open and wind around his hips. I buck against him in return, grinding myself along his thick rod. His jeans are tight as they barely contain his massive erection.
Wanting to lessen his pain, and free him of his constraints, I slide my hand down the front of his chest to the top button of his jeans. I continue until his fly is open.
Not being able to help myself, I take him in my hand. I give a light squeeze, which has him separating from me. Our eyes lock as he reiterates, “we can’t.”
I roll my eyes and groan, “okay.”
I relent. If he won’t have sex with me, fine. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not getting him out of his boxers tonight. While sex was the end goal, there’s so much more we can do. I want to explore his body, learning every curve and every sensitive spot.
I’ve known Corbin for years, it’s now time I play catch up and learn his body as well as I know the rest of him.
His eyes narrow at me suspiciously before I reclaim his lips in an intoxicating kiss. As his tongue comes out to play, I know I’ve distracted him enough into dropping the issue. My hand slips inside his boxers, circling his thick rod and readjusting him outside of its material prison. It’s an adjustment for both of us.
Being skin on skin is the next level. So smooth, but warm and hard at the same time. It’s a lethal combination. The proximity as I begin moving, stroking, is almost too much. I tilt my hips to meet the head of his cock, running it through my wet slit as I pump him in my hand.
Fuck.
Feels so damn good.
