Chapter 52
HAILEY
“Fuck, Hailey,” he groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?”
My pulse was still racing at the base of my throat, but I only arched a brow. “So… you didn’t enjoy it?” I teased, dragging it out just to watch that blush spread. God, he looked so gorgeous when he flushed that pretty shade of pink for me.
"Oh, I enjoyed it." His eyes gleamed as he lifted his palm—slick with me—and dragged his tongue across it, making a show of savoring my taste. "Enough to want seconds."
This little… “Your greed sickens me.” I said, and he whimpered in response. “But I think it’s my turn now.”
Lively’s eyes widened when he realized my intent. “Shit, Hailstorm, wait, wait—” He started to protest.
But I barely heard it. I was already reaching between us, tugging his pants and underwear down his legs in one sharp tug so that his thick cock bobbed up to greet me.
My eyes widened at the sight of it; the angry veins that stood out in bold relief around it, the flushed tip dripping so much that a glistening strand of pre-cum stretched between him and the damp cotton of his underwear.
Seeing it out of his pants was definitely a whole other experience. “You,” I said, my voice breathless, “are so big.” He let out a hiss of pleasure like my words were a sharp poker through his chest.
“Glad you approve.” He said, his voice tight even though a pleased smile teased the corners of his mouth.
As if possessed, I wrapped my fingers around him—hot, thick, slick and throbbing, and the shudder that wrecked through him was delicious . His hips jerked like he couldn’t stop, chasing my hand, eyes fluttering shut for half a second.
“Shit,” Lively gasped—his head tipped back, throat bared, chest heaving as though he was trying to breathe through a wildfire. “ Hailey . Hailey . Hailey .” He sang, and I loved the sound of my name on his lips.
"Hm?" Now, I was the one who sounded distracted, my gaze taken with the exquisite curve of his cock in my hand, my thoughts consumed with all the possible ways he could taste against my tongue—the way his cock flushed that tender, pretty pink at the tip had me aching to taste.
He must have seen something in my gaze because he immediately tilted my face up with his thumb and index finger, groaning, "Baby, no. Not today. I don't think I'm going to survive you using your mouth on me."
My eyes narrowed as I looked at him. "But you expected me to survive yours?"
He huffed out a breath, a sparkle in his eye as he said, "Yeah."
I arched my brow at that, and he groaned.
" Please , Hailstorm. I’m not built for endurance when it comes to you." These words were delivered in a pleading whimper, his gaze open and sincere.
Fuck.
“Do you have a condom, Lively?” I asked, the question low, desperate, almost threatening , because he better fucking have one. There was no way we were stopping now.
“Shit, yes,” he groaned now, pushing up on his elbow, and turning his head to look towards his bedside drawer. “It’s… all the way over there, fuck.”
I chuckled at the whine in his voice, but the sound cut off abruptly when he pumped his hips, rubbing his crotch against me. Damn it, okay, the time for edging was over.
“So, get it.” I said, my mouth watering at the thought of what was coming.
With a quick shimmy, Lively reached over, yanked the drawer open, and dug through it like a man possessed, before pulling out a condom with this breathless, boyish triumph that made me arch a brow.
“Victory!” He huffed, and the look on his face made me scoff.
Because now, I couldn't help wanting to tease him. “Funny you still have condoms lying around, Mr. I Don't Pick Up Girls Anymore.” I said.
He glanced back at me, grinning, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. These are for all the wet dreams I keep having about you.”
Oh. My. God. My cheeks were flaming again, heart thundering in my chest, my ears, my throat. How did he just admit something like that, boldfaced? But then, I couldn’t say I didn’t expect that from him, given how cocky he’d always been.
Fucking pervert .
I watched as he tore the silver foil open with his teeth and, with slightly trembling fingers, rolled the condom on.
“You look like you just fought a war.” I said, and the grin he flashed back at me was cheeky.
“Hailstorm, I’m trying not to nut all over you again. I am fighting a war.”
Oh shit. My pussy clenched so hard, I thought I saw stars. And that was how I was climbing all over him in a heartbeat, composure forgotten. This goddamn pervert was going to be my undoing.
He already is. Yes, that was true. I straddled him, palms flattened against his chest as I urged him to lie back, my heart in my throat. He went willingly, but the heat of anticipation in his eyes told a different story…a completely different intent.
Wordlessly holding his gaze, I lined him up, the thick, rubber-clad head nudging right where I needed him most—slick, hot, aching.
My breath stuttered and his jaw clenched like he was fighting every primal instinct telling him to just take , and he squeezed his eyes shut from the effort. I hated that.
“Look at me,” I demanded, my fingers dropping from his hair to close around the strong cords of his neck.
His eyes snapped open, wide, focused. On me . “I’m looking. God, Hailey—I’m looking .”
When I went to move my hand away from his throat, his hand came up fast to grab my wrist, holding my fingers right there, wrapped around the strong, flexing column of his neck.
“Don’t.” He rasped. “I like it there. Your hand. I like having it wrapped around my throat like that.”
Oh. Oh fuck . My chest tightened, and I couldn’t tell if it was from shock or the sheer, electric thrill that licked down my spine at his words.
I felt him swallow against my palm and watched, entranced , as his throat bobbed under my fingers.
There was something about the way he looked at me: soft , reverent, that felt almost obscene.
Like I was seeing too much….as if he was offering me every raw, unguarded part of himself and wanting me to take it.
And I wanted to take it, because, god, the look on his face . It was helpless pleasure tangled with need . The kind of need that made his lashes flutter, and his kiss-bruised lips open on a whimpering moan, his cheeks flushed a deep, gorgeous red that spilled down his neck.
“You like this?” I asked, and my voice came out lower than I expected, rougher.
His lips parted further. His head tipped back against the pillow, baring his neck like an offering.
“ Yeah ,” he breathed, almost deliriously, “I like being yours like this. Guess I did have a thing for that first option, after all.”
My brows furrowed slightly. First option? The confusion didn’t last, because my body was in control now.
And my pussy clenched tight again, demanding , wetness rushing from me to trail the insides of my thighs. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, now just as desperate as he was to fill the emptiness inside me.
Heart pattering in my throat, I sank down. “ Oh, ” I gasped, eyes snapping shut, vision swimming.
The stretch and burn of taking him inside punched the air out of my lungs, my nails digging into his skin. His head tipped back with this broken, choked moan that sounded like it’d been ripped straight out of his soul.
“ Hng …fuck!” His hands snapped to my hips, gripping hard, as his back arched.
My nails dug into his shoulders, the pressure, the overwhelming rightness of it leaving me shaking all over again. Full. So full . Too much. But not nearly enough.
“Lively…oh my god—” My voice broke. Cracked. My hands flew to his face, cupping his jaw, forcing him to look at me, to feel every single second of this the way I was feeling it. “You…you feel… you feel so good .”
“Yeah?” His voice was velvet wrapped around a groan. “You gonna ride me with your hand around my throat, Hailstorm?”
My fingers spasmed before I tightened my grip on the cords of his throat in response, with just enough tension to feel his Adam's apple press into my hand. His eyes rolled, a guttural moan escaping as his mouth fell open and my fingers stilled.
“Too much?” I breathed, testing.
He shook his head, his eyes needy. “No— please , tighter.”
This little … That fragile thread of restraint I’d been clinging to snapped . The need to control surged hot and feral, so much so that it would have scared me had I the brain to comprehend it. But I wasn’t thinking anymore—only feeling ; raw and hungry.
My fingers tightened around his throat again, even harder this time, and his whole body shuddered, cock twitching violently inside me, the movement so sudden, it made me gasp. He was throbbing against my walls as if he was seconds from unraveling just from the pressure of my hand.
“ Ugh , yes,” he rasped, voice strangled but greedy, his lashes fluttering as his throat strained against my palm. “Fuck—yes, Hailey, please —”
I loved this. Hearing him beg , seeing him unravel underneath me…I loved all of it.
Fuck, maybe he hadn’t made me a monster at all. Maybe I’d been this all along: hungry, ruthless, and just waiting for someone strong enough to take it.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to his ear, my grip mercilessly tight around his throat. “Please?” My hips rolled down, grinding him in deep, and he arched so violently it nearly threw me off, a strangled cry ripping from his throat.
“ Ugh! Hailstorm. I…. I can’t—”
“You can.” My pussy clenched around his length, pulling another shattered moan from him. “You will .” This was the only way I knew how to say it; to tell him that I trusted him. That he made me feel safe enough to want. Safe enough to need.
He shuddered once, muscles stretched taut with restraint as he did as I demanded. His hands were everywhere: my hips, my back, fisting in my hair, like he couldn’t decide where to hold, what to anchor himself to. And when he kissed me… he kissed me like he was drowning, all sloppy and wet.