Chapter 40
HAYDEN
All the air rushes from my lungs as I watch her, my eyes glued to where we’re connected.
When she broached the subject of doing this last night, it took every ounce of willpower I possessed to stop her.
I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking badly. But I didn’t want last night to be about me.
It was about her, and showing her just how good I could be. Or at least, I really hoped that would be the case.
But now…fuck…now, there’s no chance I can stop her.
She moans as my taste explodes on her tongue as she circles it around the head of my cock, lapping at the precum that was beading at the tip.
My hand trembles as I reach out and sink my fingers into her hair. I don’t control her; I just…I just need to touch her, to ground myself, to remind myself that this is very, very real and not just another filthy dream.
Hailee Caldwell really is licking my dick like it’s her favorite flavor of popsicle.
Sitting back, she pulls my boxers farther down my thighs, and I eagerly kick them free and spread my legs, giving her all the space she needs while resting on my elbows, ensuring I have the best view in the house.
She gets herself comfortable and then reaches for me again.
It doesn’t matter that she’s already touched me; my entire body jerks like I’ve just been electrocuted the second her fingers connect with my dick. She knows it, too, if the way her eyes twinkle with delight tells me anything.
“I’m obsessed with you,” I blurt as she lowers back down.
Her lips twitch at the corners. “I think I’m okay with that,” she teases before taking the head of my dick between her lips again.
My teeth grind so hard I’m amazed I don’t crack one as she takes me to the back of her mouth.
“Christ. Fuck. Hails. Shit. I—”
She lifts up almost all the way before she sinks back down again, and my brain misfires.
Her eyes never leave mine as she works me so fucking perfectly.
Despite fighting it, I’m on the verge of blowing in only a few short minutes.
I should be embarrassed by how short I’m lasting, but I’m not, because I already know that Hailee doesn’t care. I can see in her eyes just how excited she is about bringing me to my knees so quickly.
“Fucking hell, you’re perfect,” I groan as my balls draw up, pleasure tingling at the base of my spine.
She smiles at me as she pulls off and takes a breath. My chest heaves as I stare at her, wondering for the millionth time how I ended up here.
“You close?” she asks, although I suspect she already knows the answer.
“Yeah.”
“Good,” she states before sinking back down.
“Holy shit,” I gasp as my hips lift from the mat beneath me.
She groans in delight before taking me even deeper.
“Fuck. That’s…Hails. I’m gonna—”
That’s all the warning she gets before I lose control, my cock jerking violently in her mouth as I come down her throat.
And fuck me if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She takes it all, every single fucking drop, before she licks my tip again, cleaning me up before she sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” I rasp, struggling to catch my breath as I stare at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, her nipples hard and begging for attention, and something tells me that if I were to drag my fingers through her pussy, she’d be soaked for me. Fuck, I want to find out.
Pushing myself up, I grab her waist and return her to my lap, letting her legs wrap around me and her pussy grind on my softening cock.
My lips find hers and I plunge my tongue into her mouth, tasting myself on her.
Hot as fuck.
She claws at my back as our kiss deepens. My hands squeeze her ass, pulling her against me, coating me in her juices.
“Fuck, you’re wet. Did you like sucking my cock?” I ask as I kiss down her throat, sucking and nipping her skin as I go.
In my limited experiences with women before this, I’m pretty sure I was awkwardly silent, but there’s something about Hailee that ensures my filthy thoughts fall from my lips without question.
She groans in agreement as my hands slide around her body to cup her breasts.
Fuck. They’re the perfect handful. I squeeze gently, pinching her nipples between my fingers, and her head falls back on a cry.
“I could touch you forever and never get bored.”
“Yes,” she agrees.
If only I could do something to ensure it happens. I’d happily spend my entire life worshipping this woman.
Dropping one hand lower, I drag my fingers along the length of her.
“Fuck. You are,” I mutter, using my wet fingers to circle her clit exactly how she showed me she likes it last night.
“Hayden,” she moans. “Just like that.”
Pride rushes through me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I watch her, obsessed with her reactions as I work her closer to release.
The need to give her exactly what she gave me only moments ago is almost too much to stand.
She grips my shoulders, holding herself up as I slide my hand lower, pushing one digit inside her as I continue working her clit with the heel of my hand.
“Oh, oh fuck.”
Her pussy clamps down on me, and fuck if my dick doesn’t react. It doesn’t seem to remember that it just blew in her mouth. It wants more. So much more.
Leaning forward, I continue kissing down her throat and moving to her breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth and gently nibbling when she moans that she wants more. I add another finger and up my tempo, desperate to push her over the edge.
“Oh God, Hayden.”
“Right here, baby. Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Come all over my fingers, and then you can have my cock.”
She whimpers as wetness trickles down my hand.
Oh fuck, yeah. I’m making her do that. Me.
It has to be the biggest head-fuck of my life.
“You want that, don’t you, baby? You want me to push inside you, stretch you open, and remind you who you belong to.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Then you need to come for me.”
Her entire body trembles as I curl my fingers a little more, pressing against the spot she guided me to last night.
“Hayden,” she gasps.
“Give it to me, goddess. Show me how fucking incredible you look when you come.”
“Yes, please. Yes.”
“It’s all yours. Everything. Take it all.”
Ten more seconds is all it takes before she shatters, her head falling back as she cries out my name, her body convulsing and sucking my fingers deeper.
The second she’s done, she collapses into me.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I soothe as I gently switch our positions, laying her out on the yoga mat and settling between her thighs.
She stares up at me with heavy, sated eyes, a lazy smile on her lips, and I lose another bit of myself to her.
Taking myself in hand, I drag the head of my cock against her pussy.
She shudders as I circle her clit, another moan falling from her lips.
“Fuck me,” she demands. “Do exactly what you just said.”
Ducking low, I claim her lips as I notch myself inside her, reminding myself just how fucking insane she feels.
But it isn’t the same as last night because—
“Condom,” I blurt, pushing up and staring at her with wide eyes.
“I’m clean, I swear. And I’ve got an IUD.”
I drop my forehead to hers, keeping myself seated inside her.
“I haven’t been with anyone in—”
Her hand lands on my cheek. “I trust you,” she whispers, her eyes holding mine, letting me see just how big a deal those words are to her.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything that—”
“I’m sure. Please, don’t stop,” she begs.
“Never,” I promise, pushing a little deeper inside her.
She gasps, her eyes closing, severing our connection.
“I’m hurting you.”
“It’s…just take it slow.”
“I’ll stop, it’s o—”
Her eyes fly open, and I swallow nervously at the fierce determination within them.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she warns, making me laugh.
“Okay,” I concede.
I take it slow for a few minutes, but before long, she’s reaching for my ass and forcing me deeper.
“More, Hayden. You won’t break me.”
“Jesus Christ. We might break me.”
“I’ll take that as a challenge,” she teases before shoving at my chest, silently telling me to roll over.
I take her with me, giving her full control.
With her hands on my chest, she takes exactly what she needs from me, and I happily watch as she does so.
Best sight in the world.
In only a few minutes, her nails are raking across my chest, adding to the marks she’s left on my body before she’s clamping down on me and falling into her second release of the morning, dragging me right along with her.
It’s a sight that will never, ever get old.
She collapses on top of me a sated, sweaty mess, and I willingly pull her into my arms and hold her tightly as we catch our breath.
The minutes tick by as we lie there in silence, losing ourselves in each other.
“Spend the day with me,” I eventually ask, nowhere near ready to let go of her yet.
We’ve got the day off, and there’s nothing I want to do more than spend it with her.
She stills before looking up at me.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
A laugh falls from my lips, but the serious expression on her face doesn’t soften.
“Shit. You’re serious.”
She shrugs, letting me see a more vulnerable side of the woman who’s constantly giving orders and taking names at work.
“There’s literally nothing better than hanging out with you.”
“You’re just saying that because your cum is still dripping out of me.”
My eyes drop despite the fact that I know I can’t see anything. But fuck if I don’t want to.
“I’d say it whether we’d had sex or not, Hails. You’re my favorite person.”
Her breath catches, and she stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“You’re incredible,” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Confident, independent, fearless, beautiful.”
Her cheeks heat and she drops her eyes to my chest as if my words are hard to absorb.
“Hey,” I say, tucking my fingers beneath her chin and forcing her to look back up at me. “Everything I’ve said to you is true. I’d never lie to you, baby.”
Tears fill her eyes, and I fucking hate that I’ve put them there, even if I was saying good things.
“What is it?”
It takes her a moment to respond, and when she does, her words are like a knife through my chest.
“No one…no one has ever said those kinds of things to me before.”
My chin drops in shock.
How?
How is that possible?
She’s…fuck, she’s everything.
“Then you’ve been spending time with the wrong kind of people, Hails, because I think you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”
I catch one of her tears as it escapes, and I make a promise to myself that I’ll do whatever it takes to show her just how amazing she is every single day.
“M-my ex…” she starts, but her words trail off.
I’m not sure if it’s because she isn’t ready, or if she just can’t find the words.
Either way, I hold her tighter and hope she feels the support, the encouragement to be brave and open up.
“He…he never loved me. It wasn’t a real relationship, not really. It was…a business deal.”
“His loss,” I tell her. “If he’d figured out just how amazing you are, then I might never have gotten the chance to see it.”
She smiles at me. There are more words, more secrets on the tip of her tongue, but she holds them back. For now, at least. And I’ll wait as long as she needs me to.
“So, what did you have planned for the day then?” she finally asks, making a wide smile spread across my face.