Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Leif
Dropping the Gloves (For the Right Fight)
The second the car door shuts behind us, the silence thickens.
Hailey exhales, shoulders dropping as she sinks into the leather seat. Her cheeks are still flushed, her hands twisting in her lap like she’s only just realized what she said back there. What she begged for.
Too late for second thoughts.
I stretch my arm along the back of the seat, watching her shift under my stare. The driver pulls into traffic, and I wait until we’re moving before I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“You’re lucky I didn’t take you right there,” I murmur, my voice dropping to something dark. Dangerous. “But you’re not off the hook, Hailey Bean. You begged for my cock in the middle of Manhattan. That means you’re going to take it exactly how I give it to you.”
She shivers. Fucking perfect.
Her breath catches as I trail a hand over her thigh, fingers playing at the hem of her dress. She wore this for the appointment—something soft, something easy. But now, it’s just another barrier in my way.
“Leif,” she whispers, thighs pressing together.
I click my tongue, palming her knee and forcing her legs apart. “Uh-uh. That’s not how this works. You don’t get to run that pretty mouth and not follow through.”
Her lips part, like she wants to argue, but when I press my hand higher—slow, teasing—she gives in. Just melts against the seat, letting me take.
I hum in approval. “That’s my good girl.”
The car hums beneath us, the city rolling by in a blur of neon and glass, but in here—it’s just her. Me. This.
I undo my belt with one hand, letting her hear the sound of the leather sliding through the loops. Her pupils blow wide, lips parting on a sharp inhale.
“Go on,” I say, leaning back. Watching her. Waiting. “Show me how much you meant it.”
Hailey swallows, then shifts, crawling across the seat until she’s between my legs. Her hands tremble as she reaches for me, but fuck, she’s eager.
Her lips part, soft and inviting, and I slide my thumb inside, pressing down on her tongue. Her breath stutters, but she doesn’t look away. Good. She knows better. Knows I want her attention locked on me—on every command, every filthy word that leaves my mouth.
“Just like that,” I murmur, watching her wrap her lips around the tip of my thumb. “You want something to suck on, baby? You ask.”
She nods, a little too eager, and I tighten my grip in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her whimper.
“Use your words.”
“Please,” she breathes, voice dripping with desperation, eyes wide and pleading.
I groan, dragging my thumb free, tracing the slickness along her jaw. “That’s what I like to hear. You sound fucking wrecked already.” My other hand trails down, fingers skimming over flushed, heated skin. “We’re just getting started.”
I dip lower, ghosting my lips over hers, teasing her with the kiss she so obviously craves. But I don’t give it to her yet. No—she has to work for it.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
Her hands clutch at my shirt, nails digging in, trying to pull me closer. “I need it.”
I chuckle, dark and slow, letting my lips just barely brush hers. “You need it?” My grip in her hair tightens, my other hand locking around her waist, pulling her tight against me. “Then show me.”
I keep my grip in her hair, keeping her where I want her, forcing her to meet my gaze. I smirk, dragging my thumb along her bottom lip. “You’re squirming, baby.” My voice is dark, thick with control. “What do you need?”
She swallows hard, her breath shallow. “You.”
I chuckle, slow and knowing. “You have me.” My free hand slides lower, just barely grazing her thigh. “But you know what I want?”
She shakes her head, her hands fisting in her lap, restless.
“I want you to touch yourself while your pretty lips are wrapped around me,” I murmur, the words slipping out like sin. “Right here. In the car. While I watch.”
Her breath hitches, her fingers twitching where they rest on my thigh. She knows better than to hesitate, but I can see it in her eyes—the thrill of the command, the way her body responds to being told exactly what to do.
She’s fucking drenched already.
I tilt my head, dragging my knuckles down her throat, over the frantic beat of her pulse. “What are you waiting for?” I murmur, my voice a dark promise. “You begged for this, Hailey Bean. Time to earn it.”
A soft, shaky breath leaves her lips, but she moves.
Her fingers dip beneath the hem of her dress, sliding up her thighs, and, fuck—watching her obey, watching her get herself ready for me, it’s almost enough to make me ruin her right here.
But I don’t.
I won’t.
She’s going to suffer for it first.
“Show me,” I command, my hand tightening in her hair, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Let me see how desperate you are.”
She whimpers, a sweet, needy sound, and slowly—so fucking slowly—she spreads her legs wider, giving me the barest glimpse of lace. The soft pink she wore to the appointment, the innocent little thing she had no idea would be on full display like this. Or maybe she did know that at some point I would try to fuck her with my mouth—she likes when I suddenly place her on top of the counter and eat her pretty cunt. She knows I love to have access to her.
“You knew,” I murmur, tracing my fingers along the lace.
She swallows. “Knew what?”
“That I’d do this to you.” I smirk, tugging the fabric aside and dragging my thumb over slick, swollen heat. “You put these on, knowing I’d see them. Knowing I’d make you ruin them.”
She trembles, her fingers fisting in my shirt. “Leif?—”
I click my tongue. “That’s not what I asked for, sweetheart.” My grip tightens in her hair, pulling her up just enough that her mouth hovers over my cock. “I told you to touch yourself while you take me in that pretty mouth. You gonna be a good girl and do as you’re told?”
Her breath stutters, but she nods, eyes glassy with need.
“Then open up.”
She obeys, parting those soft, swollen lips, and I guide myself to her mouth, teasing her with the tip before pressing forward. She moans, the sound vibrating around me, and, fuck, she’s perfect like this—on her knees, taking everything I give her, just like I knew she would.
I groan, letting my head fall back for a brief moment before yanking her in tighter, forcing her to take me deeper. “That’s it, baby. That’s my good girl.”
She moans again, muffled around me, and I glance down, watching as her hand slides between her thighs, fingers disappearing beneath lace.
Heat sears through me.
“Fuck,” I growl, tightening my grip, rocking my hips forward. “Look at you. So fucking greedy for it.”
Her nails sink into my thighs as she works herself, the slick sounds of her fingers matching the soft, obscene noises spilling from her throat. The filthiest symphony I’ve ever heard.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I murmur, my free hand trailing down, brushing over her cheek before gripping her jaw, forcing her to look up at me.
She nods, whimpering around me.
I smirk, slow and dangerous. “Then earn it.”
I push her down harder, forcing her to take all of me, watching as her throat tightens, her body quivers. I can feel the way she’s struggling to hold back, to keep from shattering before I give her permission.
So I don’t.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear, voice like a growl.
“Come for me, Hailey.”
She breaks instantly.
A choked sob vibrates around me, her body tightening as she shatters, her thighs trembling, fingers working furiously as she rides it out.
I groan, fingers tangling in her hair as I thrust deep one last time, holding her in place as I spill into her mouth, her name falling from my lips like a prayer.
When I finally release her, she slumps against my thigh, breathless and wrecked.
I tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
She shivers, lips swollen, eyes hazy.
I drag my thumb along her jaw, smirking. “And we’re still not done.”
Hailey shudders, her breath ragged, lips wet and swollen. Her pupils are blown wide, hunger painted across every inch of her face. She knows what I want. What I’m about to take. And, fuck, she loves it.
I grip her hair again, tugging her back into position, her mouth parting on instinct. Obedient. Perfect. Mine.
“That’s it,” I murmur, dragging the head of my cock along her lower lip, smearing my release against her mouth before pressing forward. “Open up for me, baby. I’m not finished with you yet. I’m going to fill that pretty mouth of yours—possess it.”
She obeys instantly, tongue flicking against the tip, teasing me with a kitten-soft lick before I snap my hips forward, shoving myself deep into that perfect, hot mouth.
She gags, but I don’t let up. I keep her there, holding her head in place, making her take all of me.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, jaw tight, hips rolling as I start to fuck her mouth in slow, measured thrusts. “You love this, don’t you? Love being used like this?”
She moans around me, the vibrations shooting straight through my spine.
I chuckle darkly, tightening my grip, forcing her to look up at me. “You wanted my cock so bad you begged for it in public. Now you take it. Every inch, baby.”
I thrust deeper, watching her throat work as she swallows me down.
Her nails dig into my thighs, a desperate whimper breaking free, but she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull away. If anything, she leans into it, pressing forward, taking me deeper like the good girl she is.
“Fuck, Hailey, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” My voice is ragged, laced with possession. “So desperate to please me.”
She whimpers, and I feel it—feel her body responding, feel the way she’s dripping for this, fucking addicted to being owned like this.
I thrust harder, chasing that sweet, devastating release, her throat slick and hot, her mouth stretching to take all of me. Every sound she makes sends another jolt of pleasure down my spine.
“Look at you,” I murmur, watching tears gather in the corners of her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her lips stretched wide around me. “Taking it so well. Such a good girl.”
I’m close—so fucking close—but I’m not letting up. Not until I own every inch of her.
I grip her jaw, forcing her to take one last brutal thrust, my cock buried to the hilt in her mouth. My vision blurs, my muscles lock, and then I’m gone—coming hard down her throat, spilling inside her, holding her there as I ride it out, claiming her. Mine. My pretty mouth. My Hailey.
“Swallow,” I command, my voice dark and wrecked. “Every fucking drop.”
She does.
I watch her throat work, drinking me down like she was made for this. Like she wouldn’t dare waste a single drop.
Fuck.
The second I let her go, she slumps against my thigh, her breath hot and uneven, her body spent. My chest tightens at the sight of her—so perfect, so fucking good for me.
I cup her jaw, tilting her face up so I can see her, really see her. Her lips are still wet, cheeks flushed, those pretty eyes hazy with satisfaction. But I don’t miss the way her body trembles, the way her fingers grip the front of my jacket like she needs something to ground her.
I smirk, dragging my thumb along her lower lip, pressing just enough to part them. “You did so fucking good for me, baby,” I murmur, my voice low, still thick with possession.
She exhales shakily, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips, and, fuck, that’s all it takes.
I don’t just kiss her—I take her mouth, crushing my lips against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. The mix of her warmth, her need, and me floods my senses, and I groan, deep and wrecked, as I tilt her head back, angling her exactly where I want her.
She whimpers into my mouth, soft and sweet, and I swallow the sound, sucking on her lower lip before pulling back just enough to murmur, “Messy girl. You love it, don’t you?”
Her breath is uneven, her nails digging into my chest. “Yes.”
My smirk deepens as I press another kiss to her swollen lips, slower this time, letting her feel every second of it. “I know, baby. That’s why you’re mine. My beautiful, good girl.”
She exhales shakily, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at me. “Yeah?”
I chuckle, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her into my lap, cradling her against my chest. “Yeah,” I murmur, my voice low, soothing. “So goddamn good. I’m so proud of you.”
She melts into me, her body soft and pliant, curling against my chest like she belongs there. I feel her press her face against my neck, inhaling deeply, like she’s grounding herself in my scent.
I run my fingers through her hair, smoothing the strands back. “You okay?”
She nods against me, her fingers gripping the front of my shirt. “Mmhm. Just . . .” She lets out a small, breathy laugh. “That was a lot.”
I smirk, pressing a kiss to her temple. “A good lot?”
She lifts her head just enough to meet my gaze, her lips curving in a lazy, satisfied smile. “The best lot. You still owe me more. You inside me.”
Something warm tugs at my chest, a deep, consuming need to take care of her. To hold her here, in my arms, and make sure she knows just how much she means to me. “You need my cock inside your cunt, baby? You think you’re ready for it?”
She nods eagerly.
I adjust her in my lap, tucking her close, my hand rubbing slow, soothing circles along her back. “You need anything, Hailey? Water? Something to eat?”
She sighs against me, her fingers playing with the collar of my shirt. “Just you. You’re all I need.”
My throat tightens. Fuck, this girl.
I slide a hand under her dress, not to start anything, just to touch. Just to feel the warmth of her skin, to remind her that I’m here, that I’ve got her. But also that she’s mine, and because she’s mine I’m here to take care of her.
“Me, huh?” I murmur, my fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns along her thigh.
She nods, her lips pressing against my neck in the softest kiss. “Mhm.”
I exhale, tipping her chin up so I can kiss. This time the kiss is all soft lips and gentle pressure, a silent promise against her mouth.
When I pull back, I brush my nose against hers. “I’ve got you, baby.”
She sighs, her body relaxing completely in my arms, and I know—this isn’t just about what happened back there. It’s about everything. The way I take care of her. The way she trusts me to.
I kiss her forehead again, murmuring against her skin. “Always.”