“Glad you like it,” I murmured. “Because you’re about to see a lot of it.”
Wes beamed up at me and slipped a familiar tube into my hand from his pocket.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
15
Wes
A happy groanescaped me as Hayden’s cock slid home, fingers tightening in the sheets as I pressed my face into them, breath already coming in harsh gasps.
He felt so fuckinggood. I hadn’t been positive I’d be welcome, showing up outside his window like that, but this was absolutely worth the risk.
“So glad I got you nice sheets,” I said, panting into them, rocking my hips to get a little friction against my cock.
“Me too,” Hayden agreed, breath hot in my ear as he bent down to nip at the shell. “You look good spread out on them.”
I laughed, trailing off into a moan as Hayden’s hips started to move. Slow, deep strokes, deliberate and thorough and everything I wanted.
This was bliss. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke was even more toe-curling than the last, the sweet balance of tension and satisfaction rocking back and forth between the two of us.
The sheets creaked under my fingers as I gripped them tight, bracing against the overwhelming knot of pleasure growing in the pit of my stomach, making my skin tingle. Every inch of me felt raw and oversensitive, the brush of Hayden’s nose against the crook of my neck enough to make a moan escape me.
I was starting to understand what the phrasesexually compatiblemeant. This was everything I loved most about sex, turned up to eleven.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Hayden murmured, and it wascompletelyunfair that he could still think thatandsay it in words that made sense.
I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a hiccupped moan as he slid his hand under me, fingertips brushing against my steadily-leaking cock.
“Words hard,” I managed, which I thought I deserved a medal for under the circumstances.
Hayden chuckled in my ear, a low, rumbling sound that went straight to my cock, currently begging for attention. He must’veknown,somehow, because I barely had time to register how badly I needed the friction before Hayden’s palm was stroking the length, a hiss escaping me as he spread precome down it, fingers dipping low enough to brush against my balls on the next stroke.
I was so full and so oversensitive and so desperate and soneedy, and Hayden was just leaving me hanging there, not giving me quite enough to come.
“Please,” I whimpered, dignity a long-lost concept by now.
It must’ve been the magic word, because Hayden laughed again, pulled my hips toward him, and somehow managed to drive his cock even deeper inside me, harder and faster now, no time to catch my breath between strokes.
I was a sobbing, gasping mess within what felt like seconds, hot, urgent tension building and building in the pit of my stomach, balls and thighs tight with the urge to come, so close,soclose.
I bit my lip to stop myself crying out loud enough to be overheard, just barely remembering that was important as I came in a hot rush, nails scraping against the sheets, toes curling, what felt like every muscle in my body tensing and then relaxing.
Hayden muffled a moan against my shoulder, hips slowing as we both rode our orgasms out, his fingers on my thigh gripping tight enough to bruise.
We were doing this again.
We were doing this again and again andagain, in as many positions as I could come up with, for as long as he was here.
Who needed to give up sex? The universe had just dropped the sexiest man I’d ever met in my lap. The least I could do was climb intohislap.
By the time I cared about where my body was in space again, Hayden had hauled me onto my side, legs tangled around mine, one arm thrown over me, fingers splayed possessively over my stomach, the other tucked under me.
I laughed at the next thought that wandered through my happily sex-hazed brain.
“What?” Hayden asked. “A man could get worried about being laughed at after sex.”
“It is alittlelike being cuddled by a praying mantis,” I said, still giggling.
