Chapter 48
HAILEE
My hand trembles violently as I reach for the first of two shots I ordered the second I stepped up to the bar.
Blowing out a slow breath, I lift the small glass to my lips and swallow the amber liquid in one gulp.
Holy shit.
I close my eyes and place the glass back on the dark wooden bar top.
I have no idea what I’m doing. But…whatever it is, I know I want to do it.
Demanding Hayden put his hands behind his back while I…
Shit.
That was hot. Really fucking hot.
And I don’t just mean him coming in the middle of a freaking nightclub.
The way he submitted…shit. That was a power trip like no other.
Upstairs just now was the same.
My grip on my cell tightens, my need to look at the screen too much to ignore.
I look around and make sure that no one is paying me any attention before I lift it.
My breath catches at the image of him standing exactly where I left him with his hands fisted at his sides.
Did I expect him to defy me?
No, I guess I didn’t.
With my eyes locked on him, I reach for the second shot of tequila and swallow it down. It doesn’t burn as much as the first one, but it certainly warms my stomach the second it hits it.
I might still be feeling nervous, but the alcohol hits exactly as I was hoping.
Confidence burns through me. Although I must admit that seeing Hayden follow orders helps with that more than the tequila.
I watch him for another thirty seconds before I close my cell, hop from the stool I was sitting on, and make the return journey to my room.
I didn’t plan on walking out and leaving him in there naked and desperate. But…
Fuck.
Tonight has been a lot.
Those awful feelings that exploded within me when he suddenly appeared and started talking for me are still lingering. I know he didn’t mean anything by it. I know it was his jealousy talking, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t trigger some ugly shit from my past.
When he apologized, he meant it. And honestly, it wasn’t even necessary. I could see in his eyes the moment he realized what he did, and that was all I needed to know he regretted it.
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to punish him.
It’s fucked up. It’s…hot.
Jesus.
As I come to a stop in the elevator, I can’t help but rub my thighs together at the thought of him up there, waiting for me like he was told.
He’ll still be there. There isn’t any doubt in my mind. And without looking at my cell, I know he’s still hard as fuck as well.
I shake my arms out at my sides as I approach my hotel room.
Thankfully, there’s no one else around. It would seem everyone else has taken the curfew seriously.
I take a few calming breaths before I tap the keycard against the panel beside the door and push it open.
The second I step inside, he’s the only thing I can smell, and it only ramps up the desire and the filthy images floating around my head.
“Hails?” he rasps, making my heart rate spike.
I don’t respond. I don’t need to. He’s fully aware it’s me.
I swear there’s an audible crackle as I step around the corner and our eyes connect.
Hayden’s shoulders sag with relief, but just like I suspected, he’s still hard as fuck.
I take him in from head to toe, a satisfied smirk pulling at my lips.
“Good boy.”
His chin drops at my praise, and his eyes flood with desire.
I return my purse to the vanity and end the video call between my cell and my iPad.
As much as I wanted to record it, I never would. Not without his explicit consent, at least.
“Hails, what are you—”
“No talking,” I snap, the force of the command even shocking me.
Instantly, Hayden’s lips slam shut, and his jaw pops as he clenches his teeth.
“Do you want me?” I ask, even though I just told him not to speak.
His eyes light with excitement before he nods eagerly.
“Prove it.”
I’ve barely said the words when he suddenly plummets to his knees.
“Please, Hails,” he begs.
The sight of him down there does things to me.
Really, really good things.
Three words burn on the tip of my tongue, but nerves keep them in.
But then he blinks up at me with so much desperation, so much trust and willingness to do anything to make me happy, and they spill free.
“Crawl to me.”
He doesn’t miss a beat, dropping forward onto his hands and knees and closing the space between us.
Holy fuck.
I’ve never felt so powerful, so desired and wanted in my whole life.
My heart pounds dangerously hard, and my thighs are slick with my arousal.
Hayden’s eyes never leave mine, and I don’t realize until he stops before me that I’m no longer breathing.
“Please, Hails. I need you.”
Reaching out, I comb my fingers through his soft locks.
He leans into my innocent touch, desperate for more.
He whimpers when I remove my hand and step to the side.
“Come,” I demand, and he shuffles over without question as I lean back against the wall. His chest heaves and his eyes are everywhere, but the second I lift one foot from the floor and rest it on the chair beside me, opening myself up for him, there’s only one place he can look.
My clit continues to pulsate, and my core clenches with the need to feel something inside me.
It’s taking every single ounce of self-restraint I have right now not to just dive right in.
“Hails. Fuck. You’re…so fucking wet.”
“You did that,” I tell him honestly. “I was watching you standing there, waiting for me. You didn’t move.”
“You told me not to,” he counters.
I’ve lived so much of my life without a voice. I was surrounded by people who didn’t care what I said or what I thought.
But everything is different now.
I found my voice at work.
I thought it was enough. But I’ve recently discovered it wasn’t even close.
This is what I needed.
Someone who listens because they want to, not because they have to.
Someone who wants to give me everything, even if it means getting on his hands and knees to beg for it.
“Do you want it?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Ripping his eyes from my pussy, he drags them up my dress, discovering my heaving chest and heavy breasts before finding my eyes.
“You want to taste me?”
“So much,” he rasps, his voice deeper than I think I’ve ever heard it.
I spread my thighs a little wider. The one leg I’m standing on is already threatening to send me crashing to the floor.
I hold strong, because in a few seconds, Hayden’s going to have a hold of me, and something tells me he’s never going to let go.
“Then taste me. I want you to make me come.”
He barely waits for me to finish speaking before he leans forward and licks me from entrance to clit.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, my fingers sinking into his hair and twisting until it must hurt.
But I can’t help it, because he’s sucking on my clit and driving me fucking wild.
My leg trembles as it fights to hold me up, but just as I think I’m going to tumble, Hayden’s hand lands on my hip, holding me steady.
The other lifts between my thighs, and only a second later, he presses two fingers against my entrance.
I cry out again, desperately trying to keep it down. I don’t know who has the rooms on either side, and I can’t risk it being a player who’s going to demand to know who was making me scream like this.
He pushes his fingers deeper, and I bite down on the inside of my lips to stop myself from crying out as he curls them, finding my G-spot with ease.
My leg trembles, my thighs desperate to close around his head as he eats me like a man possessed.
Heat floods through my veins, pleasure racing to the surface all too soon.
I’m not ready to fall. I’m not ready for this to be over.
I want…
Fuck.
I want it to go on forever.
My eyes fly open, and I look down at the man eating me out like it was what he was made to do.
His tongue might be working magic on my clit and his fingers doing wild things inside me, but his full attention is on my face. His stare is so fierce I feel it right down to my toes, and it only pushes me closer to my release.
My grip on his hair tightens, but despite being on the verge of pulling some free, he doesn’t even react. In fact, it just spurs him on.
“Hayden. Fuck. Yes.” The words fall from my lips without permission from my brain, and any care for anything but the man on his knees for me and everything he makes me feel falls away.
Nothing else matters.
Just this.
Just him.
Just us.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as I teeter on the edge, ready to free fall into mindless bliss.
He groans against me, the vibrations of his deep voice the final straw.
My body quakes as pleasure explodes from my core and overflows through my body, utterly consuming me until I can feel nothing but endless bliss.
My entire body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. But no matter what, Hayden’s grip is unrelenting, ensuring that I don’t get anywhere close to collapsing in a heap on the floor.
It goes on and on, leaving me breathless and gasping for the air I need.
Sweat coats my entire body, the lining of my dress sticking to me as I fight to catch my breath, before coming back to myself.
“Hails.”
Hayden’s whispered plea has my eyelids flying open.
I find him sitting on his haunches, his mouth and chin glistening with my release.
The sight of it sends another rush of heat to my pussy, and so does the unwavering grip his giant hands have on my hips, holding me up just like he’s been doing unknowingly for weeks now.
Emotions burn my eyes as I stare at him. I fight it, I really do, but it’s too powerful.
“Oh shit,” he gasps the second the tears spill over.
One second, he’s on his knees before me, and the next, I’m in his arms, utterly breaking down.
“Shh, Hails. It’s okay. I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get a grip on my emotions. It’s like something has exploded inside me, and nothing will stop it from continuing to bleed out.
I grip him, using him as a life raft as I lose my grasp on everything I usually have complete control over.
I have no idea how long I cry for, clinging to him like a lifeline, but it doesn’t matter, because he won’t let go. No matter how long it goes on for, I know he’ll be right there holding onto me, supporting me, whispering comforting words in my ear. And knowing that only makes me cry harder.
Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in my grasp.
In only a few weeks, Hayden has single-handedly given me everything I’d convinced myself didn’t exist for me. And what’s worse—or better, I’m not sure—is that I’m not even sure he’s tried.