Chapter 39 Demi
Demi
Jesus fucking Christ, this man is determined to kill me.
Honestly, how is he so skilled with his fingers?
Who has that much talent in such a small part of their body?
Hayes… that’s fucking who. Well… he has talent in other parts, too.
I just haven’t really experienced one other particular part since the night we met.
I haven’t forgotten how huge it is, though.
I lick my lips at the reminder, because my mouth also remembers.
He quickly helps me out of my clothes before pulling his henley over his head in one swipe.
Now I’m stark naked, my entire body available and ready for him–so very ready–and he’s standing in front of me in jeans.
Jeans with no shirt is basically my kryptonite.
He knows that, right? That’s why he does it?
I glance down and feel my pussy tremble when I see he’s already barefoot.
I’d swear I just came a little from the sight of him alone.
His eyes are wild as he assesses me. This feral energy he’s giving off is not unattractive and I want more.
I can’t believe he’s here. That he loves me. They’re both here–in Kansas City. They both love me. And I love them.
My hands move involuntarily and find the button of his jeans, popping it and sliding his zipper down to find he’s not wearing any underwear.
The sight of his six pack abs, melding with those lines forming a deep v that disappear behind the denim I’m slightly jealous of, has my mouth watering.
Okay, maybe I’m more than slightly jealous of his jeans.
Will I lose my lesbian membership card if I admit I want to be his pants?
The perfect amount of hair peeks out the top of his open jeans and my mouth is suddenly overrun with saliva knowing where that hair ends, his gorgeous cock begins.
Yep. I definitely think I just came. And definitely losing my lesbian card and trading it in for a very bisexual one. And I am more than okay with it.
Slowly, I trace my finger from his belly button, down and through the curls that lead straight to what I want.
Cocking a brow, my eyes are laser-focused on their target as I tell him, “It’s disgusting how hot you look in the most basic fucking clothing.
It’s criminal.” I tug the corner of my lower lip between my teeth, then quickly release it.
“Who wears jeans with no underwear anyway? Doesn’t that chafe your perfect cock? ”
He offers me a cocky grin in return. “Awww, Babygirl. It’s sweet that you’re worried about my cock, but I can assure you I’m just fine.” My finger is still resting against the zipper when he slides the obstructing denim down his toned legs, freeing his already hard cock.
I swallow thickly at the sight of it, erect and pointing right at me like it knows something I don’t.
“Fuck, I forgot how big you are.”
His hand wraps around the base of his shaft, squeezing and giving himself a long stroke as he nudges my shoulder with his other hand until my ass is planted firmly on the mattress. “Lay back on the bed, spread those gorgeous thighs and show me my pussy,” he orders.
“Y-yes, Sir.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I may be a little nervous, but I want this. I want him.
I get into position, following his orders while he just stands there, so self-assured, lazily stroking himself.
When I spread my thighs, my clit throbs with need.
The air in here is cool against my soaked flesh, but the vulnerability of his gaze on me like this–it’s something else I can’t quite name.
Hayes
When she slid her finger down my stomach, I nearly came in my jeans. I’ve spent too much time seeing her as a friend and respectfully maintaining the invisible wall we put in place after that first night together. That wall no longer exists. It’ll never fucking exist again.
Her breaths are heavy and I haven’t even started yet. The things I want to do to her are endless and thankfully, we now have all the time in the world.
My palms itch to grab something–anything–and restrain her. It’s what I do–what I’ve always done. For the first time in my life, I don’t want to. I need to feel every part of her against every part of me.
My hand continues to slowly stroke my achingly hard dick as I regard her–open and ready for me. “Fuck, Babygirl, if I’d known how pretty you look when you’re mine, I’d have laid claim to you the night we met.”
Her mouth falls open at my words, a quiet moan escaping her. When I reach for my jeans on the floor to grab a condom, she stops me.
“No. Don’t. I need to feel you. All of you.” Her plea is raspy and seductive. The sound has every nerve ending I own on high alert, eager for me to keep going.
“If you change your mind, use your safeword.” It’s my only warning before I crawl onto the mattress and position myself between her legs.
My hands find her inner thighs and gently stroke up and down until goosebumps appear underneath.
“Do you always carry condoms in your pocket, wherever you go? Kind of presumptuous, don’t you think?”
I laugh and pinch her inner thigh lightly. “Cheeky fucking thing, aren’t you? You’ll pay for that.” Her pupils are blown so wide, I can barely see the brown of her irises.
Yeah, Babygirl. I know the feeling.
My thumb finds the tiny bundle of nerves beneath her dripping slit. I add a little pressure before circling it and causing her hips to jolt upward to meet me. “I’d ask if you’re ready for my cock, but I don’t think I need to anymore. Your perfect cunt is soaked for me, already.”
Her head lifts off the bed so she can see what I’m doing. I groan as I line the head of my nearly painful cock with her entrance, precum already leaking from the tip.
“Please, Sir. I need you.”
“I know you do,” I tease, pausing my cock right outside of her pussy. “I’m going to need you to do something for me, pretty girl. Can you do that?”
“Anything. Whatever you fucking want. Just… please,” she begs.
“I fucking love it when you beg, you know that? But right now… I need you to take a deep breath.”
She quickly sucks in a breath.
“Now, let it out for me.”
With her exhale, I thrust my hips forward in one swift motion until I bottom out and my pelvis is resting against hers.
Like a champ, she doesn’t even flinch. “See? You were worried for nothing. Sure seems like this tight little hole of yours remembers me just fine.”
Her eyes flutter closed as she clenches around my cock. Christ, she feels fucking divine.
Leaning over her, I lean on one elbow to the side of her head and wrap my other hand delicately around her neck, adding just the right amount of pressure to cause her eyes to widen and pulse to race against my thumb.
I arch my back and pull my hips away from just enough so I can drive back into her.
Her breath hitches and her mouth falls open and I release the pressure on her throat to give her back some of her air.
I increase my pace, continuing my rhythm of thrusting inside of her and constricting her air just enough to give her a bit of a head rush. “Fuck, I forgot how good you fucking feel,” I moan.
“Yes, please, Sir. Harder. I need more,” she begs, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as I release her throat again.
“You want more?”
Her head bobs up and down quickly. “Fuck… yes. Jesus. I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t know.”
Okay, now I’m curious. My cock still pistoning, in and out of her, in a steady rhythm, I ask, “What didn’t you know? Be a good girl and tell me.”
“I didn’t know… I didn’t know cock could be this fucking good,” she pants, her words trailing off as she runs out of air. “I didn’t fucking know.”
“Better late than never, I suppose,” I grin. My hips begin to move faster and my brows knit as I regard her. Her skin is flushed with a sheen of sweat dusting every surface. She’s fucking breathtaking.
Her hands fly up and reach around me to grab onto whatever flesh she can hold.
She struggles to find purchase as I pound relentlessly into her.
This woman is mine. My hand slides up her chin to hold it firm as I position my face directly over hers and order, “Open.” One word.
It’s all she needs. She opens her mouth like the perfect girl she is and I gather up all the saliva that’s formed in my mouth and spit it agonizingly slowly into hers.
When the long strand of saliva lands fully onto her waiting tongue, I nudge her jaw to close. “Swallow.”
She does, of course.
Watching her underneath me, like this, taking all of my hard cock… I feel my love for her take over when I lean in close, nose to nose and pant, “Tell me you love me.”
Her hands make their way up my back, past my neck and into my hair where she runs her fingers through it, practically massaging my scalp as she says, “I love you, Hayes. I’ve always loved you.”
I growl at the words I ordered her to say. I may have told her to say them, but every part of me can feel the intention behind them. “Yeah, you fucking do. I love you too, Babygirl. Now, hold on to me.”
My lips land on hers in an all consuming kiss, my tongue probing its way into her mouth to tangle with her own for just a moment before I fuck her through this bed.
Her hands move across the back of my body as I release her lips and ram my dick in and out of her without abandon until I feel the telltale tingle in my balls signaling my orgasm is imminent. Her cunt clenches around my raging cock, fluttering around me and damn near pushing me out.
“Hayes!” she yells.
“That’s right, tell everyone in this goddamn building who’s fucking you right now. Who owns you.”
“Oh my god, Hayes.” Her words are louder this time and they only serve to spur my orgasm along.
My balls seize up and my shaft thickens.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” I’m a fucking goner.
Within seconds, my cock is pulsing and shooting my release into her throbbing hole.
She follows right behind me, spasming around my still hard length, bucking against me, trying to chase each wave and milking every last drop from me until we’re both equally spent.