Chapter 52 #2
“Hailey…” My name broke out of him like a prayer, like a curse—he was a man completely, irreparably ruined . “My beautiful, sexy Hailstorm… Ang. Ahh .”
Fuck, but the way he moaned so sexily for me made my pussy ache so damn good .
“Yes, fuckface?” I panted. My thighs quivered with each pump of my hips and one hand clawed through his hair, the other clenching around his throat, as I tried to center myself. “You feel that?”
“Fuck yeah, I feel everything . You’re fucking me so good, it’s driving me crazy…
hng …you’re driving me crazy.” He choked.
And I could feel him trembling. Every vein, every muscle in his body stretched so tight it was like he was straining against his own skin—like one more second of this might kill him.
Might shatter him. And fuckif that didn’t send a hot, dizzying wave straight through me.
“You’re so deep inside…oh my god—” My body broke into fire at that, grinding down against him, circling my hips until he was dragging thick and relentless over that spot inside me that made stars dance behind my eyes.
“Hailey. Please …” He sounded like he was falling apart. Desperate . His hands snapped from my hips to the curve of my ass, squeezing, guiding, forcing my rhythm harder, faster. Like he needed it. Needed more of me .
“Yeah?” I gasped. “More?”
“ Yes. Yes. Yes .” He rose up off his back, head snapped forward—forehead pressed to my collarbone, his mouth dragging along my neck, gasping, biting, licking, anything to ground himself in me. “You feel so perfect I don’t care if I die like this.”
And then his hips bucked— hard —slamming up to meet me, and a scream tore from my throat.
“ Ahn! ” My nails scraped down his back, my whole body jerking. “ Do that again. ”
He obeyed without thought. His hips undulated up, fast and rough, meeting the frantic slap of mine, and suddenly the room was full of nothing but the obscene sound of skin against skin, gasps tangled with cries, desperate curses mixed with broken whispers of each other’s names.
“Fuck.” Lively growled against my throat as he peppered desperate, frantic and sloppy kisses down my collarbone, before sinking his teeth in me. “I’m not— I’m not gonna last —”
“Me neither.” My hands fisted in his hair, dragging his face up, crashing my mouth to his. “Don’t stop. Don’t—”
My words cut off as my breath punched out of me, and Lively returned on his journey down my chest. His teeth grazed my nipple—just the edge, a slow, deliberate scrape over the tight, aching nub, and that was it. I was gone.
The first pulse hit like fire, stealing my breath and ripping through me, making every nerve scream. I pulled at his hair, desperate, aching for release. It did not make me wait. A sob ripped from my throat as my body snapped tight, every nerve splintering apart like shattering glass.
“Lively…oh my god. Oh my god !” My voice broke completely as I came, a hot, wet gush of my release erupting, flooding over him, running down his cock and thighs, soaking us in seconds.
My eyes rolled back, breath scattering, every nerve ending ablaze.
"Fuck, Lively!" I hissed, my nails digging into his skin as my body trembled and arched.
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His desperate whimpers quivered against my neck, as he pounded into me harder, faster, each merciless thrust pushing me higher, hitting that sweet, burning spot again and again.
“ Yes , Hailstorm,” he moaned, voice ragged and breathless, teeth grazing my shoulder.
I clenched around him, egging him deeper inside me and he obliged, hips rocking—cock thick and relentless—his every stroke a searing push of heat.
“You feel so tight…so perfect, fucking me like that,” he rasped, and my muscles spasmed in response to the shuddering reverence in his voice.
"Ahh." I moaned, my orgasm bleeding straight into another, the wetness continuing to spill down his cock, soaking the sheets and us both as my hips jerked in ecstasy.
Ohh shit.
“I can’t—” His voice broke, trembling on the edge of inevitable surrender. “I really can’t hold on any longer, Hailstorm.”
Neither could I.
My own pleasure ratcheting up, I tilted his head up with my fingers in his hair, my teeth grazing the shell of his ear with a feral possessiveness I didn't realize I had.
“Then be a good boy and let go,” I whispered, the need to see him come undone with me woven into the seams. “Come for me, Lively.” And I fully intended it as a command.
“H-Hailey.” He gasped. Then his arms locked around me, crushing me to him and, with one final desperate and brutal thrust, he shattered too.
His whole body went taut, trembling, breath stalling in his lungs as he came inside me, his voice cracking on a broken, desperate sob of my name. “Hailey…I love you!”
I was shaking, trembling, writhing as the pleasure tore me to shreds, my orgasm dribbling down my thighs in a warm, pressure-relieving trickle that spread across my lower belly, and slowly faded in shivering aftershocks.
Lively’s groan was low and ragged, hips still trembling from his release, cock pulsing, as we fell apart together; completely, totally, our bodies tangled, our breaths ragged, hearts pounding like war drums in sync.
“I love you. I love you. I love you so much, Hailey Baleman.” He was panting against my lips, and I shuddered at the utter devotion in his voice.
“Yeah,” I gasped back, biting his lip, swallowing his groan. “I love you too, Lively Summers. So much, it’s scary.”
His hands covered mine, still cupping his face, and I felt it: the tremble in his fingers, the rapid beat of his pulse under my thumbs. His eyes glistened, full of something wild and bright and reverent.
"You really do mean it." That reverence was mirrored in tone.
"Every word."
He’d seen me at my absolute worst. And he still looked at me like I was a miracle. Like I was his. No one had ever looked at me like that. Maybe that was what was breaking me wide open; the fact that I wanted to believe it. That I wanted to be his.
A pause. One heartbeat. Two.
And then he kissed me again, and it was not like he was trying to claim me, or as a fix or a frenzy.
He kissed me like a thank you. A promise. As if he finally believed I’d stopped running and had turned around just to run back to him.
And he was right. That was why, even shaking and gasping for air, I still didn’t let go. Neither did he.
Not now. I didn’t think we ever would.