16. Hayden
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HAYDEN
D eclan shoved me against the wall in the upstairs hallway, his mouth attacking mine.
So long. So fucking long had passed between the last time I tasted him. I didn’t want it to end, but I also wanted more. My soul sighed at having him so close, being able to touch him. To feel him. But fabric covered his upper body and it pissed me off. I wanted to touch his skin.
From the soft skin of his body to the roughness of his work-worn hands, I wanted it all.
Yes, I was a greedy bastard, but I didn’t fucking give a damn.
Curling my hands into the fabric of his shirt, I pulled. Buttons flew, ping-ponging off the walls and hardwood floors. I forced the shirt over his shoulders, locking his arms to his sides. I marveled at the expanse of his broad chest. The muscles there were much more defined than I remembered. And bulkier. His pecs filled my palms as I teased his nipples while he tongue-fucked my face.
I pinched and pulled on his tender flesh. A growl vibrated through his chest and throat, making my cock jump in my pants. Fuck, I wanted him. He could force me to the ground, open me up, and fuck me hard and fast, and then I’d do the same to him. At this point, I didn’t care who was in charge. I needed him, wanted him, longed for him.
Declan pulled his mouth from mine, shook himself free of his shirt, then yanked mine up and over my head, tossing it to the ground with his.
“Oh!”
I pulled my mouth from Declan’s and turned to glare at the person fucking up the best thing that’s happened to me in years. The heat in my gaze turned from anger to lust in an instant.
The beautiful, pint-sized piece of lusciousness who made my dick twitch stood at the top of the stairs, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide with interest.
I glanced at Declan and smirked. Oh yeah. Need flared in his gaze as his eyes skimmed her curves. My eyes flicked between his face and her body. Other than the blessings sitting on her chest, her upper body was thin, but the curve of her breasts gave way to the dip of a waist I was sure my hands would span with ease, and then climbed the rounded hips and down to her thick thighs.
Fuck me, those damn curves. His and hers. I wanted her sandwiched between us, riding Declan while I rode him.
I stepped behind Declan, so I could love on him while I watched the woman we both wanted.
Who wanted us.
I mouthed his neck, her gaze latched on us, refusing to look away until I slid a hand to the front of his pants. Her eyes followed my every move. I ripped open the button fly I swore the man wore to fuck with me, and her mouth fell open. My fingers tangled with the hair at the base of his cock, tugging at it, and she gasped.
“She’s so responsive, Papi.”
“Oh fuck,” she moaned.
I cupped Declan’s messy, precum-drenched dick and pulled it from his pants. Letting it hang over the fly, I dragged a finger up his length, gathering his fluids. Her pulse fluttered at the base of her neck, then sped up. If I were to place my mouth over it, it would be a steady hum like a hummingbird’s wings.
I intended to suck Declan’s precum off my finger, but at the last moment, I tilted my chin so I could stare at her and whisper in his ear.
“Open, vato.”
His mouth fell open, and he licked and sucked my finger clean. All the while, she watched us, her thighs rubbing together. The flush of lust colored her creamy, porcelain skin.
I couldn’t take any more.
“Are you staying or leaving, colibrí ? And if you are staying, are you watching or joining?”
“Umm… yeah… umm. I gotta go.”
She darted off down the hallway, and Declan groaned.
“You screwed that up, Papi.”
“Shut it, and get your ass in the bedroom.”
He chuckled, and joy the likes of which I’d not felt since the night we spent under the stars outside a swanky ass beach house filled me. I gazed after the sexy little minx who had two men salivating over her.
“Fly away while you can, colibrí. You’ll come back to us.”
“She might not wanna play with you, but… I do.”
I turned toward my husband’s voice, smiling at the wickedly delicious sight before me. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. His pants still open and his dick hanging out of his pants, so hard and purple he had to be throbbing.
I licked my lips and advanced on him. “Trust me, carino , I wanna play with you, too.”
He smirked, gripped his dick, and backed into the room. I stalked after him, turning to shut the door, and caught sight of the little minx who had Declan and me jonesing for a fix peaking around the corner. I winked at her, and she scurried off with a squeak. I laughed, shutting the door before I turned back to Declan.
His hand still gripped his leaking cock and I said, “Vato, if you want your ass spanked, you just have to ask. Breaking the rules never gets you what you want.”
“Spank me, Papi.”
“Is that a question? It doesn’t sound like a question.”
“Spank me, Papi. Please.”
“Better.”
I pulled him to me, wrapping an arm around his waist, and letting my forehead rest against his. Savoring the feel of him against me, in my arms, I cupped his neck and brushed my thumb over his dimpled cheek.
“I missed this.”
“Same,” his voice soft and emotional.
“Strip for me?” I asked.
He reached over his head, pulling the shirt from his body. Then he did the same with mine. The way he looked at me made me preen like a peacock. The desire in his eyes boosted my ego.
He’d worshipped me a year ago, but I’d been self-conscious as hell the whole time because I’d not managed to get back to my former self yet. Although it was better than the year before.
“God, you’re gorgeous, Papi.”
I slid my hands into the sides of his open pants and shoved them down his hips. I nudged him back onto the bed and grabbed his boots, tugging them until his feet popped free so I could get rid of the jeans and briefs.
When he was naked, I peeled off my pants and boots then crawled up over him taking his mouth with mine while I toyed with his nipples and dick. Nothing firm, just teasing touches until he writhed on the bed under me. The noises coming from me were needy and desperate.
I rolled him onto his belly, his legs on either side of mine. I popped his ass into the air in front of my face, his hole on display, winking at me, teasing me. Unable to help myself I buried my face between his cheeks, eating his ass until he was screaming my name.
I pulled away and groaned at the sight of his shiny, wet, puckered flesh. His voice, a montage of pleading, went straight to my cock. I gripped his cheeks, squeezing them.
“Oh, God, yes! Fuck, Papi. Please!”
Giving him what he wanted, I pulled my hand back and let it fly. A soft swoosh sounded before the loud crack of my palm meeting his ass. I continued to beat him. One smack after another fell. The paler skin of his ass pinkened until his flesh turned hot to the touch. My cock pulsed, precum dripping on my thighs before rolling over them to drop onto the bed beneath us. The possessive asshole inside me strutted at the bright red outlines of my hands on his ass cheeks.
“Lube?”
“How about cum?”
I looked under him and, sure enough, he’d made a mess. I smirked, scooping it up to work him open. His hole, despite the rim job, was tight, and he fought to relax for me.
“God damn, vato, you’re tight.”
“It’s been a while,” he gasped, and my eyes widened while my heart filled.
I’d hoped. God, how I hoped he’d been as faithful as I’d been, but considering everything I put him through…
“Same. Three years is too damn long to go without a regular dose of dick.”
His head rolled so he could look at me. “Hayden…”
“Only you since the day we met.”
Tears filled his gaze, but I ignored them, pulling my fingers from his hole. I lined my dick up and pulled him back into my lap, sinking into him slowly, inch by inch. As soon as I was seated in him as deep as I could go, he sat up and rode me.
I wrapped a hand around his throat, kissing him while I gripped his cock. He fucked himself on my dick, the thrusts shoving his cock into the tight fist I had on his shaft.
I pulled my mouth from his, leaning my forehead against his temple, whispering words of praise.
“You take me so good, carino. The way you ride me. The way your ass pulses around me, milking the orgasm from my dick. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
“Yes! Papi! Yes, all that. Fuck you feel good.”
His rhythm stuttered, faltering as his cock hardened and throbbed in my hand.
“Come for me, vato. I need you to come before I paint your insides with my cum.”
“Yes. Fuck yes. Fill me full, Papi.”
Cum spurted from his dick and I shoved him forward, holding him to the bed by his neck as I pounded in and out of his spasming ass. The fluttering of his walls drove me nuts, and I ravaged him. Fucking him until my muscles burned, and I tasted blood. My lungs hurt from panting but I couldn’t fucking stop.
“Come, Hayden. Fucking come.”
The order, demand, whatever, flipped the lock on my orgasm, and I fell forward over him, my cock exploding inside him. Stars swam in the blackness of my closed eyes. My forehead landed between his shoulder blades, and we collapsed to the bed, turning to wrap each other in a death grip.
Moments, minutes, hours later, his voice broke the silence.
“I love you, Hayden Marin. I have from the moment I met you, and nothing has changed since then. It’s been you, and only you, from that first night ’til now.”
I pulled him to me, our lips meeting and parting, over and over in a soft, loving kiss.