Chapter 11 Hayden #2
She watches me in the mirror as I squeeze her belly, tucking my fingers underneath in the crease where her knickers are hidden.
I pause, giving her space to say no. “Can I touch you here?” My finger strokes over her knickers, a wet patch has my cock leaking against her back.
“Yes,” she exhales on a whimper, thighs parting slightly, and I tuck my fingers under the elastic of her knickers and let out a groan as I sink into her slick folds.
Her breath stutters, her legs tremble as I stroke her.
My hand is on my best friend’s sister’s pussy, but I can’t stop now. I’m past the point of no return and I’ll gladly burn in hell for this, but not before I’ve had my fill. “Fuck, Sunshine. You’re dripping.”
She looks down as if embarrassed, but I lift her head with my free hand so she’s looking back at her reflection. She sucks in a breath at the sight. My fingers tweaking her nipple, my other hand disappearing under her white cotton knickers as I play with her drenched pussy.
“You feel that?” I whisper against her skin. “That’s all for me, isn’t it?”
She nods, biting her lip. “It’s never felt like this before.”
“That’s because no one’s ever taken their time with you.” I kiss the side of her face. “Touch yourself, Sunshine. Show me what you like.”
She trembles as she raises her hand and squeezes her breast. “I like you touching me like that.”
“Like this?” I pinch her nipple. “Or this?” My middle finger finds her little bundle of nerves and circles her sensitive button, making her twitch in my arms.
“Yes. That,” she pants out in a breathy whisper.
“Which? I need you to use your words, Sunshine.”
“I like it when you touch me down there.”
“I want to kiss you down there.” I lick her neck, then her ear, showing her what I want to do to her pussy.
She’s practically vibrating against my chest at the thought and I’m not sure she could take my mouth on her clit, but I need to taste her.
“Can I kiss your pussy?” I rub more circles around her little nub, loving how she rocks into my hand.
“Yes. You can kiss me anywhere you like.” Her eyes widen in the mirror as I curve my lips, pull my hand from her cunt and gaze up at the webbing between my fingers.
“I want to taste you.”
She watches with a parted mouth as I lick each finger clean, lapping up her sweet arousal.
“Lie down, Sunshine.”
She does as I ask, lying back on the bed, her head on the pillow. Her body stiffens as I tug at her knickers, easing them down her thighs. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Just relax. I’m gonna get you nice and wet, make you come on my tongue before you take my dick.” I settle between her thighs, parting them gently. Her scent hits me like a punch to the gut—sweet, warm, intoxicating. “You can tell me to stop at any time. Okay, Sunshine.”
“Please don’t stop.”
Hearing her plead is my undoing. My dick has never been so hard. I rock my pelvis into the mattress, seeking some friction, then clench my muscles before I explode all over the fucking bedding.
The first stroke of my tongue has her gasping, her hands flying to my hair.
I work her slowly, learning her reactions, the way her body arches when I swirl just right, the way she whimpers when I suck gently on her clit. I lap at her like she’s my favourite fucking dessert. Because she is.
Her thighs shake. “I—I think I’m—”
“Let go,” I murmur. “I’ve got you.”
And she does.
Her orgasm rolls through her like a wave, her body trembling under my hands. She moans my name, and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
When she comes down, her eyes are glazed, her lips parted.
I crawl up her body, kissing her gently.
“Still sure?” I ask, even though every muscle in my body is screaming to bury myself inside her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down. “Yes.”
I reach over, open the drawer on the nightstand and grab a condom, pausing just long enough to roll it on.
I press against her entrance, holding her gaze. “This might hurt a little. But I’ll go slow.”
She nods, legs parting to welcome me.
I push in slowly—inch by inch—until I’m buried deep, her tight heat gripping me like a fucking vice.
Her mouth forms a silent “O” and I pause, giving her time.
“Okay?” I ask, brushing her hair back.
She nods. “You feel… good. Full.”
I groan, resting my forehead on hers. “You’re killing me, Sunshine.”
Her hands roam my back, nails digging in every time I hit that sweet spot inside her. “I can feel everything,” she pants.
“Good. I want you to remember everything.”
I move—slow, deep strokes, dragging out every inch, determined to take my time.
But fuck. She’s so tight.
Too tight.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, groaning like I’m in pain. Because I am.
Painfully. Fucking. Close.
My hips jerk forward again, and I squeeze my eyes shut. No. No. No. Think of something else. Think of anything else.
Her soft moan rips through me like a bullet.
Not helping.
I pound the mattress beside her head with one hand, trying to distract myself. “Shit. I’m not gonna last.”
Faith gasps beneath me. “Is that—bad?”
“No, Sunshine. It’s fucking amazing. You feel unreal.” I thrust again, fighting for control. “But fuck, I’ve got to last longer than your toothbrush.”
She lets out a breathless laugh. “It’s got a three-minute timer.”
I groan like she just stabbed me. “Stop talking.”
Three minutes. I have to beat three minutes. I’m a grown-ass man. Enforcer of a fucking motorcycle club. I can outlast a vibrating toothbrush.
I grip the sheets in both fists now, trying to anchor myself.
But she’s clenching around me, her body greedy, sucking me back in like she wants me to lose it. Her soft moans driving me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, Faith,” I pant, kissing her to shut her up. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Don’t stop. I think I’m gonna come again.”
We move together. The room fills with the sound of soft moans, gasps, and the quiet creak of the bed. The tension builds again, her body clenching around me as I thrust faster. Two more minutes to go.
Fuck. I need to last another two minutes. If she clamps around me again, I’m finished.
I try thinking of unsexy things—Prez in speedos, Kit after a vindaloo, Draven snoring. Anything.
“Right there, Hayden. Don’t stop.” Her back arches, sweet moans escape her lips.
Well, there goes that plan. I glance at the digital clock on the bedside table, flashing like a beacon, as if mocking me. One minute. Just one more minute to out last her Oral B. She hasn’t seen jealousy until she sees what I’m gonna do to that fucking device.
My rhythm stutters. “Sunshine, you’ve got thirty seconds to finish before I blow like a firework with a short fuse.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, panting. “Almost there!”
“Think about your toothbrush!” I say through gritted teeth.
She lets out a burst of laughter mid-moan—then clamps around me like a velvet vice, her whole body vibrating, eyes wide with bliss.
“That’s it. Come for me, Faith,” I whisper, kissing her deeply.
“Hayden,” she moans, nails digging into my shoulders as she anchors herself to me.
“Fuck—Faith—” I groan as I lose it, hips jerking, her name leaving my lips like a prayer and a curse all at once. I follow with another guttural groan, spilling into the condom as I collapse on top of her, both of us breathless and shaking.
I roll to the side, not wanting to squash her. She curls into me, sweaty and sedated.
“That was…” she breathes.
I mutter against her neck, “Three minutes, thirty-seven seconds.”
She giggles, smug and glowing. “Guess you beat the toothbrush.”
“Barely.” I lift my head and meet her eyes, still dazed. “Next time, I’ll try for five minutes.”
We lie there tangled in limbs and damp sheets, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.
After a long moment, I kiss her temple. “You all right?”
She snuggles closer, her voice small. “Never better. Will it always be like this?”
“With me?” I stroke her hair. “I hope not. Usually I can go all night.” But the others weren’t Sunshine.
She presses her lips to mine. “It was perfect.”
My mouth curves into a grin. “Better than your toothbrush?”
She swats my chest. “Am I ever going to live that down?”
“Nope. Wait till you get the water flosser.”
She groans, burying her face in my chest. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re mine,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her head. “Even if I’m always competing with dental appliances.”
She giggles into my skin. “I mean… they don’t cuddle after.”
“Damn right they don’t.” I tighten my arms around her. “Bet they don’t dirty talk either.”
She hums, soft and satisfied. “Depends what setting you’ve got it on.”
I laugh, full belly laugh this time. “Now that’s an idea. A talking vibrator. Has anyone ever invented one of those?”
She holds me tighter, nuzzling into the hairs on my chest. “I doubt I’ll need any device while I have you.”
I stroke my knuckles down her spine, the laughter dying in my throat as reality settles back in. Because while I’m lying here with her wrapped around me like she’s my universe, my mind drifts to Oak—and how long we really have before he gets out and all hell breaks loose.
Because one thing’s for certain: this has an expiration date.
And whether it ends with me in a casket or her leaving for university—either way, one of us is going to end up heartbroken.
Maybe both of us.