“I don’t understand.” Her eyes open, and she tries to look back at me, but I keep her locked in place.
“Use your safe word if you want me to stop,” I say, so it’s clear that she’s in control.
Her mouth presses closed, but she still wears that tortured, confused look before she speaks again, “I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”
“I think you do.” I press into her. “You can’t deny the connection and chemistry we have.”
The love.
“But why?” She shakes her head. “You’ve never wanted me before.”
“I’ve always wanted you,” I finally admit. “I’ve loved you since we were kids, Leeva. Likely from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Not like this…” She whimpers as I lightly pinch her nipple. “You didn’t want me like this.”
“I lied.” Regret fills me that all this pain could’ve been avoided, especially all her pain. It’s something I’ll never forgive myself for. “But we’ll talk about all that later. Right now…”
I lean my face closer to her ear again, one hand toying with her breast and nipple, the other moving to the top of her pants. “Right now, I want to fuck you on the island.” I undo the button, then the zipper, and feel her heart pound under my other hand. “Then I want you naked, roaming around this house in all yourbeautiful, natural glory, and I want free use,” I admit to her. “I want to touch you and fuck you, whenever and however I want.”
My cock jerks, and I feel pre-cum wet my boxers as I openly admit the filthy ways I want to sully her innocence.
I have her pants open, and she hasn’t moved, and she hasn’t told me to stop. I slowly slip my hand into her lace panties. “I want to insert a vibrating plug into you and toy with you all day.” Her breathing has suspended as my fingertips reach her mound, and when I keep going, I feel how wet she is. “My beautiful, dirty girl.”
We both moan as I push a finger inside her. “The filthy fucking things I want to do to you.” I pull my finger out, and her walls clench, like they’re trying to keep me inside her, and I push back in, harder. “The filthy fucking things I’mgoingto do to you.”
Again, I pull out and push back in, harder than before. Her eyes flutter closed as a guttural moan floats past her lips.
We stand there, with the sounds of me fingering her wet pussy and her pleasure filling the kitchen. It’s like I know her body as well as my own and how to get it to the place we both want to go, and I bring her to the edge of the cliff quickly.
“Hayes,” she gasps and grinds against me, chasing the bliss and ecstasy I give her. That onlyIwill ever give her from now on.
“Again. Say my name again.” I push two fingers into her and start thrusting them faster.
“Hayes,” she cries out.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it.” I grind myself into her ass. “Do you like that your best friend is finger-fucking your needy cunt?”
Her eyes pop open; if I’m not mistaken, in both shock and lust.
“Do you like knowing he’s the masked man who leveled your world with pleasure?” I work her faster and harder, feeling her muscles coil and tense around my fingers. “Do you want to come and then take my cock like a good girl? And get painted with my cum like my good little cum slut?”
“Oh, god.” She grips my forearm, her nails digging into my skin. “Oh, god.” Her muscles are coiled, ready to unleash.
“Tell me,” I warn darkly.
“Yes,” she gasps, standing on her tiptoes as her legs shake. “Please, Hayes.”
My name on her lips as she’s on the crest of her release breaks me in the best way. Removing my hand from her breast, I pull off my mask. I want her to hear my actual voice.
“Come for me, Leeva.”
“Hayes,” she cries with tears in her eyes, and with one flick to her clit with my thumb as I thrust my fingers back in, she shatters in my arms.
Her sound of carnal, primal ecstasy fills the house as I continue to move my finger in her and play with her clit to prolong her release. But I don’t give her time to acclimate to this new normal between us as she comes down—there will be plenty of time for that afterward.
I quickly undress her, then hoist her around my waist and carry her back over to the island and set her down.
At the club, with the masks, we could look into each other’s eyes, but now that we both know who the other is, it’s different.
