16
Hayes
I wake up feeling like I’ve been out for a week. I don’t know if it was the way she sang to me or how it felt to actually sleep with her in my arms, but whatever it was had me crashing harder than I have in a very long time. She’s still here, too. I can smell her and feel her weight on my chest, making me wonder how well she slept knowing it was me who was offering comfort.
That thought only reminds me how much she hates me. I don’t know why, but it makes me laugh. She hates me yet she’s clinging to me like a baby spider monkey, and I find I don’t even want her to move. How the fuck did we get here?
My laugh seems to wake her — or maybe she was pretending to be asleep, I don’t know — but when she turns her face to look at me, I move my arm to let her go. “Morning.”
We both ignore the drool spot on my chest as she wipes her mouth and sits up. “Hi.”
I watch her face closely, noting the way her eyes widen and she takes a sharp breath when she sits on her ass and the memories of last night come rushing back. Yeah, that ass is mine, girl. I fucking own it. “Sore?”
I can’t fight the grin that slowly takes over my face, especially when she grimaces.
“Yeah,” she says flatly. “My shoulder hurts.”
“Your shoulder?” Oh, yeah. “Let me see.”
Slowly, I reach out and move her shirt just enough to uncover an almost perfect bite mark. I can see the outline of my teeth, and the dried blood crusted on torn skin only serves to remind me how much she got to me last night.
How much she gets to me every day.
“Is it bad?”
“It’s beautiful.” Leaning in, I inhale the scent of her blood before I pull away. “Might be there forever.”
“Oh. Do you... think he heard?”
The fact that I can’t see her face has me struggling to gauge her feelings on the matter, but I do what I can to put her at ease. “No. If he did, he probably would have knocked or called my phone. I’m pretty sure he conked out the second he laid his head down. What would you say if he did?”
She shrugs, head bowed. “The truth, I guess. That you’re helping me.”
Helping her for some other guy. I hate the fact that it pisses me off because it shouldn’t, but I’d be a fool if I tried to lie to myself about it. There’s a reason I haven’t fucked her tempting little pussy yet, and it has nothing to do with me being patient. I just can’t have her running off to that squeamish little bitch just yet. “Speaking of, I’ll toss in another fifty if you suck me off before we get out of bed. Trust me, men love waking up to a hot mouth wrapped around their cock.”
And maybe I’m just not ready to pretend I hate you yet. It’s your fault for singing me to sleep and making me soft.
I’ll get over it.
“Is it ever the other way around?” she asks, rolling over in between my legs to slide my boxers down. “Do men ever... wake women up like that?”
Her tongue flicks over the head of my cock, making it hard to think. “Some. I would, but I have a feeling your boy won’t. Probably isn’t the type to go down on his woman at all... guys like that exist believe it or not, and he seems like the type to not really care about your pleasure as much as his.”
It feels fucked up to say that as my cock hardens in her mouth, but she’s getting better at this. Playing with my piercing, holding my gaze, sucking just slowly enough to tease me. It makes it hard to care about what may or may not happen in the future.
But Sam has other plans. “So stop letting me come,” she says, sucking me right back in when the words are out. Her soft hand tugs gently on my balls as she guides me deeper, pulling a groan from my chest I have to smother with my palm.
I hear her... I do. I’m just not built that way. “You’re not in charge, girl. Don’t tell me what to do.”
My hand finds the back of her head to keep her from arguing, though I know I’m just putting off the inevitable. Once that little hurricane gets an idea in her head, there’s no changing it.
It’s fucking infuriating sometimes.
But hearing her choke on my cock as I push her down makes it hard to be irritated at her. She’s also so fucking good when she wants to be. “Fuck,” I breathe, squirming a little under her before I thrust up even deeper. “Just like that. Getting so good at this, Samara.”
So good, she brings me to the edge too quickly.
Not a fucking chance.
Tugging her off by her hair, I hold her up like that as I grip the base of my cock with my other hand. “Show me your tongue, Hurricane.” Her glossy eyes narrow in confusion, but she opens her mouth and slides her tongue out anyway. Drool drips down her chin and suddenly, I know exactly what I want from her.
I shove her head down but press her cheek against my thigh, just out of reach. “You want it, girl? You want my cock back in your mouth? Prove it.”
She squirms, fighting the grip I have on her hair trying to close the distance. Her tongue slips out and just grazes me, so I pull her back an inch.
“Try harder.”
The muscles in my arms flex as I keep her where she is and she nearly rips her own hair out .
“Hayes,” she snaps, gasping as she tries to look up at me. “Please give it back. I need it.”
“Need?” I whisper with a grin. “Say it again.”
My cock fucking throbs at how desperate she looks right now, lips parted and messy for me. “I need it, Hayes. I need to feel your cum in my throat.”
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I growl, tugging her in roughly to shove myself back in, and then I lose myself in her for just a little while. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Me. Not him.
With both hands cupping her head, I fuck her mouth the way I’ve dreamed of fucking her pussy — roughly and without a lot of mercy.
She sputters and chokes until I can see the tears running down her cheeks, feel her squirm and twitch and dig her nails into my skin.
“Fuck yeah. Mark me, make me fucking bleed.”
I don’t even know who I am right now, but she obeys me. My good little whore always obeys .
“Perfect little slut. Take every fucking drop.”
Pinning her down, I release deep into her throat just like she craved, moaning a little too loudly at how fucking good it feels to be sucked by someone who truly wants to please.
Her talents will be wasted on that asshole.
I get a little annoyed when she pulls off to breathe too soon, until she slides her tongue out again to show me she swallowed it all.
I reach out and grab her chin before she can put it away, admiring her in a way I’ve never allowed myself to before. I never realized she could be it for me, I never even considered it until right now. No... I can’t.
Releasing her, I reach out and roll my fingers along her soaked clit, making her twitch.
“Hayes, wait,” she gasps. “I know I can’t tell you what to do, but you’d be doing me a favor. If he won’t care about my pleasure, please don’t let me get used to it.”
Frowning, I pull my hand back with a sigh. “You gonna tell me you’re not going to touch yourself once he falls asleep?”
Her hands ball into tight fists as she sits back on her knees. “I don’t know. Usually, I have a reason for doing it, y’know? Someone looks at me a certain way, I overhear something, or I’m fantasizing about what the first time is going to be like. I can’t imagine I’ll have much motivation with him.”
“Probably not,” I agree, sucking my fingers clean before I get out of the bed and move toward the bathroom to wash up, but everything about this feels wrong. I’m not going to spend this time treating her how some other man might. That’s not me. “Fuck it.”
Spinning back around, I grip her shoulders and slam her back on the bed, dropping down to my knees so I can eat her whether she wants me to or not. I just don’t make it very far. Her fucking brother knocks just as I get her panties off.
“You two up yet? Come eat some breakfast before I head out. Food will be here any minute.”
I’m tempted to kill him.
From the looks of it, she is too. She’s staring at the door the way she usually stares at me — narrowed, fiery eyes and downturned lips.
To my surprise, she grabs my head and guides me back down, my tongue swiping up her center as we listen to Boo’s footsteps retreat. “Keep it down, Hurricane. Put that pillow over your face.”
Immediately I dive in, and she’s so wet my face is soaked in seconds. She moans into the pillow, squeezing my head with her thighs, and for a little while I pretend this is more than it is. I’m just a man needing to please his woman, and she’s just a woman who’s desperate for me. No one else.
She tastes so fucking good I feel myself start to harden the longer I feast, but as much as I want to fuck her, it isn’t time yet.
Unfortunately I won’t be able to hold onto this much longer. Our time is almost up... and I don’t mean for the morning.
I let her go once she gives me what I want and we hear the food arrive, but breakfast is awkward. I can tell she’s shutting down. and like always, I don’t know how to navigate this. I have a feeling I’m doing it all wrong, but I’m in far too deep to turn back now. I guess we’ll just have to see how it plays out. Hopefully it doesn’t end with me in prison for murder or worse — in a body bag if Boo finds out.