It’s a messed-up situation that I won’t wish on my worst enemy, not that I have any.
But Icancontrol this moment. Who I want to share it with.
And I want Hayride.
His mouth parts from mine to kiss along my jaw and then over to my ear, touching the soft, sensitive skin beneath my ear. I shiver in response and begin to lift Hayride’s shirt. My fingers brush across the solid muscle and dip into each chiseled groove. A murmur of approval leaves my lips as he slowly presses my back to the mattress.
“I’m not kidding about wanting to taste you, gorgeous. I need to feel you lose control while my tongue is inside you. Gotta have those moans filling my head while you come.”
“Yes,” I answer, wanting it all.
“Strip off those shoes and jeans, baby.”
I quickly kick off my shoes and then pop the button on my jeans as he unbuckles his belt. I watch as he tugs the length of leather through the loops and places it on the bed beside us.
“I won’t use it without your permission.”
I’m curious if he means to choke me or tie me up. I’m not into the choking part, but a little bondage? Sign me up.
“Choking is a hard limit,” I tell him as I slide my jeans over my hips. They get stuck, and Hayride reaches for the material, helping me get rid of them.
Once they’re tossed aside along with his pants, he lowers his head. “I hear you. No choking.”
“Is that a thing for you? A turn-on?”
He shakes his head. “Not really. I’d like to see my leather wrapped around your wrists, close to that pretty, soft skin. Maybe blindfolding you next time so you don’t know what I’m doing or when. Heightens the experience.”
I don’t ask if he’s done this before or how many times, because questions like that can end in jealousy or arguments. We both have a past. It’s right now that I care about, and every day after.
“I’m game.”
He grins. “Good.”
“But right now? I want you, Hayden. All of you.”
He growls as he latches onto my neck with his lips, sucking hard. “Damn, you don’t know what that does to me. How fucking hard I get when you say my name in that sexy voice.”
I press my palm against his erection, feeling the proof of his words. “I like knowing I turn you on.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says as he slides down my body and lowers onto his stomach. His face stops at the apex of my thighs as he drops a kiss on my mound. “I need to see this pussy, baby.”
I hook my thumbs in my underwear, thankful that I’m wearing one of the prettier, silky pairs, and push them low. Hayride takes over, slides them down my thighs, and over my feet. When I’m naked from the waist down, he spreads my legs apart and stares.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs.
“What? Why?” Am I ugly down there or something? Too hairy? Maybe I should have shaved more.
“Stop. I see that look on your face. Don’t worry. You’re fucking perfect.” Hayride opens me up like a delicate flower, holding me bare to his gaze. “Gonna love this.” He dives in as I gasp, wasting no time as he spears his tongue inside me, causing my body to jolt from the invasion and pleasure.
He pauses a moment to lift me off the mattress, elbows anchoring the position as he curls his tongue. I’ve never had a guy so eager to mash his face into my pussy like that. He makes a guttural sound as he licks his lips, then is back to fucking me with his tongue.
The man knows what he’s doing, and I can’t help but smile because I’m benefiting from whatever practice he’s had in the past. He lowers me back down, but he’s not done. Two of his fingers enter me as he licks up to my clit, swirling over it with his tongue.
God. There’s something so erotic and dirty about being eaten out by a guy who enjoys it. He’s ravenous.
Soon, three fingers are pumping in and out of me, and the wet noises are positively wicked as they fill his room. He curls them slightly upward, and my thighs shake. I fist his hair and tug, my gaze locked on his as he continues to lick, suck, and tease.
“You’re getting close. I can feel you fluttering.”
