46. Hayden #3
I start moving slowly, trying to maintain our innocent facade in case any potential observers look out this way from the house. But it’s fucking torture—she feels so damn good that every instinct is screaming at me to pound into her until she’s crying out my name.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips as I grapple with my self-control. “Taking my cock so quietly, being such a perfect girl for me.”
She whimpers softly, her walls fluttering around me in a way that makes my vision blur. I’m rapidly losing the fight against my baser instincts, my thrusts becoming incrementally deeper and faster despite my efforts.
That’s when my phone starts buzzing insistently in my pocket.
I briefly consider ignoring it, but when I manage to glance at the screen, I see Ford’s name. It could be something urgent—business emergencies don’t wait for convenient timing.
“Answer it,” I tell Maeve, sliding the phone into her hand.
Her green eyes widen in shock as she peers at me over her shoulder. “Hayden, I can’t possibly?—”
“It might be important,” I say with a dark chuckle. “Go ahead and take it.”
She fumbles with the phone, managing to swipe and accept the video call just as I deliver a particularly deep thrust that makes her whimper involuntarily. The sound draws Ford’s immediate attention, and I watch his expression change on the screen the second he realizes what’s happening.
His eyes flash with heat as he brings the phone closer to his face. “What exactly are you doing to my wife, Hayden?” he asks, his voice deceptively casual.
“Just taking very good care of our girl,” I respond smoothly, never breaking my steady rhythm. “Aren’t I, baby? Tell Ford how good I’m making you feel.”
“Hayden’s—oh god—he’s making me feel so incredible,” she gasps, and I grin at her words.
I take the phone from her unsteady hands, angling it so Ford can see exactly where I’m buried deep inside her. The sight draws an audible groan from him through the speaker.
“Get a look at that view. She’s taking every fucking inch of me,” I tell my friend. “Look how perfectly she stretches around my cock. She was made for this, made for us.”
Ford’s breathing becomes noticeably heavier on the other end of the call, and the knowledge that he’s watching us, getting turned on from seeing me claim our Maeve, just makes me want to fuck her harder.
Her inner walls start fluttering around me more insistently, and I know she’s rapidly approaching her peak. Being watched by Ford while trying to stay silent in this semi-public location is clearly affecting her as intensely as it’s affecting me.
I end the call abruptly without any warning, needing to focus entirely on her pleasure and my own rapidly building need. My hands grip her hips tighter as I drive in deeper, making her ass shake with each thrust.
“Come for me,” I command directly into her ear. “Let me feel you fall apart all over my cock.”
She does exactly that, her orgasm crashing over her in powerful waves that make her entire body tremble against mine.
I continue moving through her climax, gritting my teeth as her walls milk me with rhythmic contractions.
When I finally can’t hold back any longer, I bury myself as deep as possible inside her, filling her with my cum as I bite down on her shoulder to muffle my groan of completion.
For several long moments, we stay connected like that, both breathing hard and trying to recover from the intensity. Then I withdraw slowly, watching with satisfaction as my cum begins to drip from her well-used pussy before I push it back inside with two fingers.
“Can’t waste any of that,” I murmur possessively, then help her pull her panties and jeans back into place, effectively trapping my cum inside her.
I tuck myself away and adjust my clothes while she does the same. Then I turn her around to face me, gripping her shoulders.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, ducking my head to catch her gaze. “That wasn’t too much, was it? Too intense?”
I’m not used to feeling anything but complete confidence in situations like this, but Maeve is different. Special. I’m still figuring out where I stand with her, both emotionally and physically, and I need to make sure she’s okay with everything that just happened.
Maeve gives me the softest, most trusting look. “I don’t care if I’m sore,” she says simply. “I don’t want this to end.”
I nod, understanding exactly what she means. I’m not eager for any of this to end either. But I know we have to return to reality eventually. I need to get back to work, and we can’t have anyone becoming suspicious about where we’ve been or what we’ve been doing.
We finish straightening our clothes and smoothing our hair, then head back toward the main house together. Just as we’re about to come into view of the windows, I stop her with a hand on her arm.
I pull her close and kiss her one more time.
This is the one aspect of our situation that I genuinely hate.
If it were just the four of us, we wouldn’t have to hide any of this.
We could be open about what’s developing between us.
But if even a whisper of this arrangement got back to Silver Start—hell, if they discover that Maeve isn’t even Ford’s real fiancée—we’ll be screwed, and not in any enjoyable way.
While I don’t think anyone in Ford’s family would deliberately sabotage us with Silver Start, it would certainly cause major family drama.
Charles can be incredibly stubborn when he disapproves of something, and Elaine would probably need smelling salts.
So I kiss her while I still can, while we’re still hidden from prying eyes.