Chapter 30 Hannah
HANNAH
Happy takes my hand in his and leads me to another door, opening it to a small half-bathroom with a toilet, a small vanity, and the most outrageous, dizzying wallpaper I’ve ever seen.
Pulling me inside, he closes the door and locks it before pushing me back against it and crowding me, one of his muscular arms planted above my head as he stares deep into my eyes.
“I need to be inside you, right fuckin’ now,” he gruffs, his breath hot against my lips.
He kisses me with the kind of fierceness that steals every last breath. And wow. A desperate, needy Happy Slater is everything I never knew I wanted.
As his tongue licks into my mouth, I suck on it playfully, causing him to groan. He pulls away, his eyes flaring dark and full of warning, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.
Happy lowers, pulling my leggings and thong down with one swift tug and, glancing up at me through his thick lashes, the ghost of a menacing smirk curls his lips.
He reaches out and scissors his fingers, opening me to him and, without warning, he lurches forward and closes his mouth over me, dragging his tongue up my slit before sucking my clit between his lips.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, slapping a hand over my mouth a second too late.
Happy sniffs a laugh as he continues teasing my clit with his tongue with not quite enough pressure, like he knows exactly how crazy it makes me. I desperately want to wrap my legs around his head, but my pants remain around my ankles, binding me.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over how goddamn sweet you taste, Baby Draper,” he murmurs against my pussy, eating me like a man starved as he slides two thick fingers inside of me.
“Oh my God!” I groan into my palm when he finds my G-spot and starts to rub at it while lavishing my clit with barely-there licks. My core aches with the desire for more, despite my orgasm quickly closing in. I didn’t realize how much I needed to come until this very moment.
Tearing at Happy’s hair, I hold him against me, whimpering into my hand, my legs fighting against the restraint of my leggings, thighs quaking as his fingers tap my G-spot, edging me closer and closer to the point of no return.
But right as I begin to crest, he pulls away from me, leaving me gasping for breath and gaping at him incredulously as he stands, his cheeks flushed, lips and chin glistening from my arousal.
“Sorry, Baby Draper, but I’m about to come in my fucking pants,” he apologizes half-heartedly, shoving his shorts and boxer briefs down, his beautiful cock springing free between us. “I need you.”
Spinning me around so I’m pressed up against the counter facing the mirror, Happy presses a rough kiss to the back of my neck, his dark eyes finding mine in the reflection.
“Do you trust me?”
I nod vehemently because I do. I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.
“I got the all clear from my tests…” He quirks a brow, his tongue tracing the trigger point at the back of my neck that makes my pussy throb.
I rack my brain through the fog of need that clouds my better judgement, trying to figure out what the hell he’s talking about.
When he thrusts his hips, pushing his hard length against my ass, it suddenly dawns on me, and I’m forced to bite back my own pathetic whimper at the thought that he’s about to fuck me bare.
“I have the results on my phone, but it’s outside.” He nods his head toward the door.
“I trust you,” I pant out, nodding again.
“Good, because I have been fucking dreaming about this moment, Baby Draper,” he says through gritted teeth, his gaze dropping down between us as he gently pushes me forward.
I go willingly, bent all the way over, watching him in the reflection.
“Feeling this tight cunt clench around me,” he grits, and a moan slips out at the feel of him dragging the perfectly smooth crown of his cock up and down my slit.
“Filling you.”
I gasp when he slaps my swollen clit with his dick, circling it a few times.
“Knowing that your pretty little pussy will be dripping with my cum…”
“Yes,” I say on a shuddering sigh when I feel him notched at my entrance. “Please.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, biting down on my bottom lip when he pushes barely an inch inside of me.
“I’m not going to be gentle, Baby Draper.” Happy wraps my hair around his fist, tugging once, and I clench as he pushes a little deeper inside. “It has been far too long, and I need to claim this cunt once and for all.”
My eyes glaze over at the possessiveness in both his eyes and his tone that is so far from the typical Happy Slater but is hotter than hell.
And it’s at this very second that that’s exactly what I want him to do.
Claim me. Once and for all. It’s stupid of me to think that whatever is happening between us is just sex.
“Cover your mouth,” he commands.
I do as he says, and then with one hand holding onto my hair, the other gripping my hip to the point of pain, he pistons his hips and slams into me, filling me to the hilt in the most delicious way, causing me to come so unexpectedly, so goddamn hard, I think I almost black out, my knees giving out on me for a moment.
“Fuck. Me. Baby Draper,” Happy rasps, breathless, his eyes wide as he looks down between us. “You’re coming already?”
I groan, biting down on my forearm, squeezing my eyes closed as the wave of arousal courses through me, my pussy contracting around his cock buried deep inside me, this orgasm the most intense I’ve ever experienced.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Happy grunts. “Watching your pussy gush out all around my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
As my orgasm starts to ebb, I manage a breath, coming to.
“You ready for me to fuck you?”
I nod frantically.
“Good, because I’m about to wreck this messy cunt,” he utters, holding me firm as he pulls out almost all the way, excruciatingly slow, the filthy sound of my wetness amplified through the silence of the confined space.
My cum streams down my thighs, and normally I would be mortified, but I know how much Happy loves that I’m a squirter, so I own it, reaching between my legs and massaging the wetness into my clit.
“That’s a good girl,” Happy whispers, inching into me again. “Play with that perfect little clit. I want at least two more out of you before I’m done.”
And that’ll do it. When Happy sinks into me again, deeper than the last time, I come again. Not quite as intense as before, but still enough for my knees to buckle, for spots to dot the edges of my vision.
“Holy shit, Baby Draper,” Happy hisses through a huffed, breathless laugh. “I thought I was the needy one.”
I whimper into my hand as bliss unfurls at the base of my spine, shooting through my entire body and up and down every limb as tremor after tremor tear through me.
“Alright,” he says, releasing my hair and gripping my hips with both hands before pulling out and sliding back in. “I’m about to fuck you hard and fast, you got that?”
Nodding, I groan against my palm, feeling every delicious inch of his cock.
“You gonna be quiet for me?” Happy asks with a knowing smirk, pumping harder with every thrust.
I nod again, my eyes rolling back as his length grazes my overly sensitive G-spot, the room alive with the sounds of panting breaths, stifled whimpers, and wet skin slapping against wet skin.
Happy wraps an arm around me, pulling me up so that my back is to his chest, his dick hitting me at a new angle that lights me up from inside. I reach around, linking my arm around his neck, holding on while he fucks up into me.
“Look at you,” Happy mutters, lips pressed to the curve of my neck, his eyes piercing in the reflection of the mirror. “Look how fucking perfect we are together.”
I press my lips together, clamping down on another moan when Happy’s hand trails down, fingers strumming my over-sensitive clit.
“You ready to admit we’re more than just frenemies with benefits, Baby Draper?
” he gruffs, pumping into me, each thrust more determined than the last. “That you like me for more than just my beautiful dick?” He sucks my skin, making me hiss out a breath before soothing the sting with his tongue.
“That you and I are kind of fucking perfect together?”
I tug blindly on the longer lengths of his hair, grinding my ass back, trying to get him deeper, harder, feeling the coil in the pit of my belly tighten yet again with another impending release.
“I want you, Hannah,” Happy says my name in a way that momentarily pulls me from the moment, his low voice full of such raw, unadulterated sentiment. “I want you to be mine.”
I can’t form words. I know what I want to say—need to say—but it’s all too much at once—his cock, my pussy, his words, my heart, mind, body, and soul. One big sensory overload. Words are not wording.
“Will you be mine?” Happy asks through a groan, hitting me harder, even deeper.
“Yes,” I answer with a gasp, left breathless when another orgasm crashes through me, obliterating me from the inside out. “Yes, yes, yes—”
Happy silences me, closing his mouth over mine and kissing me hard and deep, his own orgasm taking over as he stills and shudders.
I feel his cock pulse inside of me, and it only prolongs my own release.
A low, nearly feral groan rumbles from the base of his throat and into our kiss, and I accept it with a satisfied, dazed grin, knowing that it’s all because of me.
When we come down, Happy pulls away from me, staring into my eyes with an unreadable expression on his handsome, thoroughly fucked face.
“What is it?” I manage through my breathlessness.
“No takebacks, Baby Draper,” he says cryptically.
My brows furrow as I process his words, but then when I realize what he’s referring to, my heart swells, and a smile pulls at my lips. I shake my head. “No takebacks.”
Happy kisses me again, slowly and easily, with so much emotion I feel it in my bones. But then, carefully, I feel him pull out of me, and I gush all over my legs, tearing my lips away from Happy’s and looking down when I remember my pants are still around my ankles and sufficiently ruined.
“My leggings are covered in our cum,” I whisper, gaping at him incredulously. “I have no pants!”
Happy just chuckles in that low, sexy way he does so well. Cupping my jaw, he presses another soft kiss to my lips, murmuring, “Don’t worry. I got you, baby.”
He kisses me again, pulls up his shorts, kisses me once more, and then quietly exits the room, leaving me alone. And I don’t know what he’s talking about, or what he’s got, but I trust him wholeheartedly. And, within a few minutes, he’s back with a bundle of gray clutched in his big hand.
“Put them on and I’ll go toss your cum-soaked panties in the wash,” Happy says with a smug grin, crouching down to collect my soiled leggings and thong.
I unfurl the bundle of gray, smiling at a pair of Happy’s sweatpants, and I pull them on, having to roll them at the waist a couple of times.
“Fuck, Baby Draper.” Happy groans, pressing up against me from behind, meeting my eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he clamps my earlobe between his teeth with a low growl. “Seeing you in my clothes really shouldn’t affect me like this.”
My brows tug together when I feel something. “Are you hard again?”
He snickers. “Baby, I will never not be hard when it comes to you. Get used to it.”
I press my lips between my teeth in an attempt to stifle my shit-eating grin, but it’s pointless. Happy makes me happy. And I need to remind myself that that’s totally okay.