Chapter Ten
Wanna Bet?
L aine
I slam my lips down on hers and tangle a hand in her hair. She doesn’t resist, kissing back with just as much passion. In the span of twenty-four hours this woman has flipped my entire life upside down. She drives me nuts but having her in my arms right now makes it all worth it.
Again, I use her hair to angle her head the way I want it, ensuring that I can delve deeper. I want to consume Hailey until I can no longer tell where I end or she begins. The taste of tequila and margarita mix explodes across my senses.
Hailey’s body melts against mine, pressing her barely covered full breasts against my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck. Heat rushes through my veins, my arousal spiking, driving me forward. It only takes three steps to have her pressed against the kitchen counter. My hand leaves her hair so I can grab both globes of her full ass and lift her onto the flat surface.
Neither of us wants to end the kiss, and when I try to pull away, she clings to the fabric of my t-shirt. A sound of discontent bubbles up from within her, and I can’t hold back my chuckle. Cupping her face in my hands, I stare down at her once we stop kissing.
“Hailey, I know you said I’m just your fake boyfriend, but I need to know how real this moment is.” I stare into her eyes, trying to gauge how drunk she is. “You told me not to kiss you in private, but it feels like we both want this.”
It may sound sappy to some, but I know she has been drinking. I need to make sure this isn’t something she will regret tomorrow because I won’t be blowing my one shot with this woman. I need to make sure she is with me every single step of the way.
“I’ve only had three drinks,” she replies, her voice husky. She knows what I’m asking without me even having to say the words.
My attention is drawn to her heaving breasts, her distended nipples visible through the bright fabric of her bikini top.
“If we do this...” I start, but she cuts me off.
“Stop trying to control everything, Laine. I don’t need it, and I won’t tolerate that in my life again.”
“Then tell me what you want.” My voice is low and husky.
“I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget why I was mad at you.” Her smile is pure seduction as she cups my erection through my jeans.
I know this may be a bad idea, that this could be the beginning of the end for us, but I can promise you on everything I hold dear in my life, I won’t be saying no to this woman in front of me.
Releasing her face, I once more tangle one hand in her hair while the other skims down her throat and across her chest. Taking one extended nipple between the knuckle of my middle and forefinger, I twist harshly.
Hailey mewls lowly, writhing on the counter. A victorious grin spreads across my face, knowing she enjoys my touch. Weighing one of her breasts in my hand, I can’t hold back the urge to push the tiny triangle aside and bare her to my gaze. While my hand sets out to that task, I pull her head back and run my lips along the column of her neck, licking and kissing her vibrant tattoos as I go.
“Laine,” Hailey moans loudly.
My lips continue their path until I suck a nipple into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue before biting at the tip. Hailey wraps her legs around my middle and tangles her hands in my hair, discarding the elastic that was keeping it out of my face while pulling me closer to her.
Her hips undulate, seeking pleasure, and I vaguely wonder when her last decent orgasm was. Thinking of her with anyone else has anger swimming through me and I work to quickly dispel the thought.
Tugging harshly on her hair, I pull her away from me.
“Lie back, doll.” My voice is guttural when the words leave my lips.
A shiver works through Hailey as she complies, flattening her back to the hard wooden counter. I take my time to admire her, lying there, a single breast bared and breathing harshly. I could stare at her for hours, but I already see the impatience in her gaze.
Casually, I stroke the spot where my ink will soon take up space while keeping my other hand tangled in her vibrant red hair.
“I have no idea how I am going to do your artwork justice when you want me working this close to your pussy, Hailey,” I say.
“I can’t say I care right now,” she replies lowly.
“Neither do I.”
Pushing her bikini bottoms to the side, I spear her with two of my fingers, her wetness and heat welcoming me as her back bows off the wood beneath her. Releasing her hair, I push down on her abdomen, keeping her where I want her.
My thumb rubs circles on her clit as I thrust my fingers in and out of her slick channel watching her face for each reaction. The moment I feel her orgasm approach and her walls start to flutter I remove my hand from her flesh.
“No!” Hailey wails in discontent and I smack her sex hard, effectively shutting her up.
Turning away, I retrieve one of the chairs before sitting down at eye level with her pussy. Her wetness is visible between her puffy pink lips. Not that I needed to see it when I can still feel her juices on my fingers.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmur, framing it with my hands.
Using my fingers I spread her lips apart before licking at her little nub. Hailey moans wantonly, trying to writhe beneath the hand that still holds her in place. Using the thumb on my free hand, I pull back the hood before lashing it with my tongue.
“Fuck!”
I don’t stop when her first orgasm crashes through her and shudders wrack her entire body. No. I insert first two, then three fingers into her spasming sex, thrusting harshly. I work my fingers over the spot against the back wall of her sex, forcing her to climb higher into pressure.
“Laine,” she calls out, confusion coating her words.
I won’t stop until I wring every drop of pleasure from her spectacular body. I suck hard on her clit and her entire body convulsed, her walls clamping down on my fingers. Removing the hand I use to keep her pinned to the counter, I sit far enough back in the kitchen chair to see what I am doing and slap her perfectly shaved, puffy, pink pussy once more. The thrusting of my fingers never stops, and I swear to all that is holy I hear ringing in my ears when she screams.
Her pussy gushes, squirting her orgasm all over the dark blue t-shirt I am still wearing. I smile like a loon while Hailey tries to get away from me, but I have her pinned again. Withdrawing my fingers, I make quick work of my jeans and roll on a condom before thrusting into her still-spasming cunt.
“Jesus,” I moan with my head thrown back.
“Laine, wait.” Hailey’s words stop me dead in my tracks, my attention laser-focused on her.
I’m terrified I’ve hurt her, knowing my length and girth can be a lot for some women.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask even though I am sure it will kill me.
“Dear God, no,” she smiles. “But I want you to fuck me from behind.”
I don’t have to be asked twice before I help her down from the wooden surface and flip her over. It’s only once I have her bent over the counter and myself seated back inside her that I see the mirrored fridge.
“So dirty,” I say lowly beside her ear.
My hand grabs her chin, lifting her upper body from the counter as I thrust into her. I know she will be bruised from constantly knocking her hips into the wooden top, but I can’t stop. Her breasts sway in the reflection, mesmerizing me. My hand moves from her chin to gently hold her throat.
Both of us look feral in our reflections, lost in the haze of sex. Her bikini is still tied around her neck but pushed aside to bare her spectacular tits to my gaze. I’m still fully dressed for all intents and purposes. I feel feral, my mind a hazy blur of lust and need as I thrust into her heat over and over. My inked hand resting against her neck is a stunning contrast I can’t look away from.
Her walls start to tremble, and I know that with this orgasm I will follow her into the abyss. I know I will follow her anywhere.
Hailey Meyer may think I am only here to be her fake boyfriend, but I am not letting go of this woman. Ever.