“You can’t evensee,” I objected.
“Yeah?” Hayden asked, and then licked a broad, lazy stripe up the underside of my cock, which made it hard to answer.
A needy sound escaped me instead, and then a moan as he swallowed me down, invisible under the blanket and twice as hot because of it. I couldn’t anticipate anything he was about to do, I was at his mercy.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, sliding my hand under the blanket to card through Hayden’s hair, hips rolling slowly to move with him, heartbeat pounding in my skull.
I loved when he did this. Not just because he was good, but because it didn’t take convincing or negotiation, he justdidit, for me, because he wanted to.
It was nice to have someone who was on the same page as far as making their partner happy went. I knew how much he got off on watching me get off, and I couldn’t get enough of that.
Another moan scraped the back of my throat, thighs tense, toes curled as I closed my eyes to enjoy the heat of his mouth, the swirl of his tongue, the delicate pressure of those gorgeous lips and the faintest scrape of teeth. He wasgood. How could anyone let him go?
“Oh fuck, Hayden,” I said, breathless, tense, so close to coming I could feel it in the back of my throat. “You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever slept with, okay?”
Hayden hummed around me, and I was done for, the white-hot rush of my orgasm washing over me, dragging me under, leaving me panting for breath.
Oh,that was good. As soon as I caught my breath, he was getting the blowjob of hislife.
“Hayden?” Mr. Lewis’s voice called through the door.
Shit.
“Are you watching porn?” he asked. “Because I can hear it out here.”
Hayden straightened up, the blanket falling off his sleep-ruffled head, blinking owlishly in the light after so long in the dark. His cheeks were still flushed and his eyes still glazed as he licked a stray drop of come from the corner of his lips.
Yeah, okay, definitely the sexiest person I’d ever slept with. I was so attracted to him it was ridiculous, and if I’d thought that’d go away, I’d beensowrong.
“Umm.”
Hayden looked between me and the door, a thousand emotions flitting across his face before he settled on… defeat.
“… yes?” he called back, voice meek.
I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing.
“Lower volume next time,” Mr. Lewis said. “Or you’re crashing on Wes’s couch.”
My teeth dug into my fingers, laughter threatening to burst out of me. It wasn’tmethis was happening to, so I could laugh all I wanted—except that Mr. Lewis would hear, and we’d be busted, and we still hadn’t talked about how we wanted to handle telling him.
Or not telling him.
“Hey, Dad,” Hayden said. “Speaking of Wes.”
Uh oh.
I didnotlike the glint in Hayden’s eyes.
“When you’ve got a minute, could you invite him to breakfast?” Hayden asked, looking me right in the eyes. “I’m gonna shower and then start.”
“Gimme five minutes,” Mr. Lewis called back, his footsteps fading as he walked away.
Hayden grinned at me, then swooped in and kissed the tip of my nose. “That’s for laughing,” he said. “You’ve got five minutes.”
I scrambled out from under him and grabbed my clothes, debating whether it’d be worth the risk of running to the guesthouse naked but ultimately deciding that if I got caught, it’d be better if I was wearing clothes.
Hayden laughed as I climbed out of the window, darting over and pressing a kiss to my cheek.
