Chapter 31 #2
Stefan squeezes my breast harder with one hand as he shudders on a deep thrust. He pumps one last time, kissing my neck as he goes.
Then, biting me.
I gasp, lifting a hand to my neck, covering it, like it’s something I covet.
When he lets go, he pulls me up, eases out. “I picked that red shirt because it’ll cover your neck today,” he says, sounding devilishly pleased with himself.
“Thanks for the foresight.”
“Now, I need you to do something for me, sweetheart,” he says.
I give him a curious stare. “Okay.”
He disposes of the condom, then zips up his jeans, tipping his forehead to the man with the camera. “Crawl to him.”
“You want me to…” Did I hear him right? And why is my spine tingling? My breath catching all over again?
Hayes sets down the phone on the counter. His eyes gleam, as if he’s saying, Well, what’s it gonna be?
That’s a very good question. The last time I crawled was on the ice, in a purple furball costume, when I was being chased by a tiger. But I’ve never crawled for a man.
Do I want to?
The hair on my arms stands on end. Anticipation bubbles inside me. Slowly, I look to Stefan. He leans a hip against the counter, head cocked, eyes easy.
A man willing to wait for my answer. Maybe knowing it before I do.
Time slows more as I turn to Hayes. He’s walking away, heading to the living room, then parking himself on a large gray chair.
Like he knows it too.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Stefan says with a sliver of a smile, a man in control as he answers my unfinished question. “I do want you to crawl to my teammate.” He closes the distance between us, cupping my cheek, running his thumb along my jawline. “Don’t you want to?”
The answer comes in the arousal that shimmies down my chest. The pull in my belly. The parting of my lips.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Stefan’s smile is the definition of pleased. “Good. Now show us how well you listen.”
He picks up the tumbler as I turn around, then do something I’d never imagined I would. I drop to my bare knees, then my palms. The skirt of my dress is bunched up around my waist. Hayes leans back in the big chair, arms stretched across it, eyes locked on me. His irises blaze with unchecked lust.
I crawl across the cold tile floor. The hard surface bites into my flesh.
My knees hurt, but as I go, my heart gallops.
My pulse surges. Hayes can’t look away. He stares at me like a horse at the gates, raring to go.
I crawl over the soft carpet in the open living room, reaching him at last then stopping between his spread legs.
“Such a good girl,” Stefan says from the kitchen in what must be his team captain voice, giving orders. “Now, give his cock some attention while I finish my smoothie.”
Hayes lifts his chin, his gaze confident, almost daring me. “You heard him, pretty girl.”
The way they trade off dominance games makes my mind whirl. I never know who’s going to be in charge. I never know who’s going to tell the other what to do to me. Judging from the slickness between my thighs, I really like the uncertainty.
I rise up on my knees, peeling down Hayes’s boxer briefs. His cock says good morning. He’s throbbing already, and a drop of liquid slides down the head. I drop my mouth, darting out my tongue, licking it off reverently.
“Yessss,” he says, and leans his head back against the cushion, enrapt.
I swirl my tongue over the head as he curls his fingers around my skull. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs when I suck him deeper, swallowing his shaft.
He breathes out hard as I work him over, gripping the base in one hand, playing with his balls with the other, and savoring every second of each suck. “You’re so good at that,” Hayes says.
If I am, there’s only one reason. My mouth is full, but I’m compelled to say it. I drop his dick from my mouth right as Stefan says, “Because she loves it.”
I meet his gaze in the kitchen with a you read my mind smile. Stefan brings the silver tumbler to his lips, but before he takes a drink, he says, “Don’t you, Ivy?”
I answer with deeds, licking a long stripe up his friend’s shaft, then swirling my tongue over the head as Stefan watches. “I like your cock,” I tell Stefan, then give another kiss to the crown of Hayes’s dick, but I keep my eyes on Stefan as I add, “And I like your teammate’s cock.”
Hayes groans, helpless to my mouth.
“Then finish off the new guy, Ivy,” Stefan commands as he downs his kale smoothie while I take Hayes’s cock to the back of my throat and suck him like I mean it.
With a grunt and a feral groan, he comes, and I take it all.
Then, I stand. I may have crawled, but every second I was on the floor I had all the control in my hands.
“I need to shower,” I say and head for the bathroom. A few minutes later, Hayes is under the rainfall shower with me. “I need to take care of you,” he says, sounding desperate.
“If you insist.”
“I really fucking do,” he says, then he spins me around so I’m facing the wall.
From behind, he kneads and strokes my breasts, then bites down on my shoulder.
He slides a hand to my stomach then lower so he can stroke my eager clit.
Soon, I’m shaking and trembling, chasing another high then flying off the cliff.
When my breathing slows, he turns me back around, then drizzles bodywash on me. As he cleans me up, he segues easily from sex to asking about my day. I tell him about the meeting then ask what he has planned.
“Lunch with my granddads,” he says while he washes my hair.
“Bet you’re looking forward to that.”
“A lot.” He kisses my neck, softer than usual. “You’d like them.”
I hear what’s unsaid—I want you to meet them.
And I’d like that too.
* * *
As I’m getting dressed, Hayes waggles his phone at me, looking Machiavellian. “See how much I pretended you never told me about the socks and sandals?”
Intrigued, I tug up the zipper on my pants and peer at the screen.
It’s a text thread between Hayes and his granddads.
My heart squeezes as he scrolls past a handful of prior messages about stars and constellations, about what Hayes can see in the San Francisco sky from his rooftop, about how beautifully inky black the night is.
It’s like he’s showing me a piece of himself without having to say as much, and I appreciate the subtle gesture.
He slows the pace of his scroll, stopping at the most recent messages, including a photo of, as promised, a nattily dressed older man and a super-casual one, standing on a beach.
Hayes: That picture hurts my eyes. Why are you wearing socks with sandals?
Ryan: You’re saying I can’t wear them? That’s info that would have been helpful before our vacation!
Bryan: I’ve been telling you for years. You don’t listen to me.
Ryan: Sorry, did you say something?
Hayes: Dudes, I just heard on social that this trend is now officially over. Just wanted you to know.
Ryan: YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES. See you at lunch.
“You tried, at least,” I say, patting his shoulder. “Since he saw through it, maybe at least get him some cute socks. Like, with drawings of llamas on them. That’s better than plain white ones.”
He snaps his fingers. “Yes! That’s perfect.”
A little later, with Roxy by my side, I head to the door, having been thoroughly fucked by two men, when my phone pings with a text from Simone.
Oooh. What if she’s canceling the meeting? I kind of hope she is. But I also don’t want her to cancel it, since I need to cover her wedding. I slide the message open, a little apprehensive, then read her note.
I curl my lips. “Ugh. She’s bringing Xander.”
Hayes takes a sip of his coffee, then looks me up and down approvingly. “And you’re walking into that meeting having been fucked so much better than he could ever do.”
Stefan sets a now washed-and-dried blender back on the counter with a satisfied grin. “Fucking well is the best revenge.”
He’s not wrong, especially when Hayes sets down his mug and comes to the door. “By the way, when you’re at this meeting, I’m going to jerk off to those pictures of you. So…feel free to picture that.”
I drop off Roxy at home, then head to the meeting, certain I’ll have a hard time thinking of anything else.