Chapter 21 #2
My blood ran hot as I processed her words, and my hands balled into fists at my sides. Usually, I was calm in Haley’s presence, but at that moment, all I felt was this possessive overprotectiveness and jealousy.
I didn’t want that asshole messaging her.
I didn’t want him coming by her house, unannounced or otherwise.
I didn’t want him showing up in places he thought she might be.
I didn’t want him anywhere in her fucking orbit.
And I shouldn’t be feeling that way. At all. But I couldn’t help it.
“Blake…” Haley’s soft voice broke through my haze, and I looked at her. She could see it. Feel it. She was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Tell me something real.”
There she went with that once again. It was meant to lessen the tension, and while I would usually answer with something meaningless or witty, this time…I went deeper.
“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I have no damn business feeling for you.”
Her eyes were locked on mine, searching. “Like what?” she whispered.
“Fierce. Protective.” I took two steps toward her, one with each word.
“Possessive.” I took another step, bringing myself directly in front of her, and she had to tip her head back to keep eye contact as my frame towered over hers.
“Aching. Needing.” I leaned down as my hand lifted to brush her neck, and her breath hitched. “Wanting.”
I closed my eyes, warring with myself as I let out a ragged breath, and my hand slowly dropped back to my side.
I knew I should step away, that I should leave before I did something stupid, but I was struggling to reel it back in, to control myself.
Because all I wanted at that moment was her, and it was slowly taking over every rational thought, every reason this shouldn’t—couldn’t happen.
I somehow managed to force out my next words. “I should go.”
With great effort, I turned, walking toward the stairs.
“Blake…”
The way she said my name was like a plea, and it brought me to a halt.
I wanted to hear it again.
My jaw clenched, my hands flexed.
And before I could stop myself, I turned back.
“Fuck it.” My voice came out like gravel before my lips crashed against hers.
Haley let out a surprised gasp, but she didn’t hesitate to kiss me back as my hands tangled in her hair. She gripped the front of my shirt and pulled me closer, like she’d been waiting for this, like she wanted it as much as I did.
Our tongues curled together, the kiss frenzied and desperate. And, fuck, everything in me was screaming for more.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasped against her lips.
Her response was immediate. “No.”
I groaned, finding her lips again as I walked her backward and we stumbled through the cracked doorway. My one hand fell from her hair, swinging the door shut behind me before I spun her and pinned her against it, reaching down and twisting the deadbolt.
When I pulled her away from the door, I effortlessly hoisted her up so her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her down the hall—I was far too impatient.
I didn’t break stride, kicking the door to her room shut once inside, and our hands became a tangled blur between heated kisses, clothes dropping to the floor piece by piece.
I was shirtless with the front of my jeans hanging open when she broke from my lips.
Her eyes locked on mine while she took a few steps back and sat before shifting back on her bed.
I stood at the edge, drinking in the sight of her as my jeans dropped to the floor.
The dim light on the nightstand that she’d left on bathed her in a pale golden glow and offered just the right amount of light to take every inch of her in.
She looked fucking gorgeous—hair fanned out beneath her, lips plump and swollen from our kiss, skin flushed, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, legs partly spread.
And the sight of her in nothing but a lacy bra and that scrap of fabric pretending to be underwear made my already hard cock ache with a twitch.
My voice was a low rasp when I spoke. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
When I crawled over her, Haley wasted no time guiding my lips back to hers. And I wasted no time sliding my hand under her back and unclasping her bra, needing to feel her bare beneath me—I’d get to that sad excuse for underwear in a moment.
I peeled the fabric from her body, shifting my lips from hers to her jaw before nipping and kissing my way down her neck to her chest. My one hand slid up her side to cup the side of her breast while my mouth dropped down on the other, my tongue swirling around her peaked nipple before pulling it between my lips.
She gasped, her back arching slightly, pushing herself further into my mouth.
My teeth scraped the sensitive flesh as I pulled back, moving to lavish the other with the same attention.
Her breaths quickened as I began to shift lower, my lips and tongue leaving a trail down her stomach until I reached the waistband at her hips. I lifted my eyes to hers, able to see the anticipation and need in her expression.
“I shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve thought about that night with you way the hell more than I should…” I murmured against her skin. “About how you dropped to your knees and tasted me.” I could still remember her lips wrapped around me. “And I’ve been dying to return the favor.”
The corner of my mouth lifted in a smirk when my words drew a needy little whimper from her.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband, sliding the scrap of fabric down her legs.
I pressed my palms against her inner thighs, and when her legs fell open, a throaty groan escaped me when my eyes landed on her glistening core.
“God, look at you,” I rasped, my voice laced with hunger. “Dripping for me already.”
When I ghosted two fingers over her center to tease her, her hips arched. “Blake, please,” she panted.
She didn’t have to ask me twice; the sound of her begging nearly undid me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I kept my hands on her thighs to keep her spread open for me, dragging my tongue over her in one long stroke that had her arching off the bed.
I groaned as the taste of her exploded on my tongue—it was better than I could have imagined, and I was pretty sure I just found my new favorite thing to eat.
My tongue moved greedily, flicking and circling with ruthless precision, and the moans falling from her lips made my head spin.
I felt her fingers thread through my hair as I slipped my tongue into her entrance.
I dragged it back up, wrapping my lips around her clit, sucking as I pushed two thick fingers into her without warning.
“Fuck, Blake!” she gasped with a moan. “Just like that! Don’t stop!”
My only response was a dark chuckle as I redoubled my efforts. She writhed as I worked her with my mouth and fingers, and I could feel her nearing the edge, evident by the way her breaths quickened, her moans grew louder, and her legs started to shake.
My tongue found her clit again, circling fast and firm. “Come on, baby girl...shatter for me,” I breathed between licks. “Drown me in it.”
Her hand fisted my hair as her back curved, and I felt her spasm around my fingers as she came with my name falling from her lips like a damn prayer.
Jesus Christ. Watching Haley come undone should be labeled as the eighth wonder of the world because it was truly a sight to behold—flushed skin, lips parted, whimpered breaths, body shaking, eyes glazed over with pleasure.
I could easily become addicted to seeing her this way, knowing I was the cause.
I worked her through her release, pulling my mouth away before slowly slipping my fingers out of her. They dripped with her release, and I brought them to my mouth, licking them clean as I rose from where I’d been kneeling at the edge of the bed.
As she regained her breath, Haley’s eyes immediately dropped to the prominent outline of my dick in my boxers. I saw the way her eyes flared with need again, and my own was evident. I was fucking aching to be inside of her.
Remembering from last time, I reached over to her nightstand and dipped my hand into the drawer, pulling out a foil wrapper.
Taking it between my teeth, I slid my boxers off before tearing it open, watching her eyes darken as she unabashedly looked me up and down.
She looked ravenous. I rolled on the condom in one smooth, efficient motion before coming over top of her between her legs, my eyes burning into hers.
When the head of my cock pressed against her entrance, I tensed. I was trying my damndest not to lose control, but everything about that moment—about her—was making it damn near impossible.
“Blake,” she whimpered in another plea, her nails already starting to curl into the skin of my back to brace herself.
I pushed in, burying myself with one rough stroke, and a moan of pure pleasure ripped from her throat as she stretched around me. My body went taut with a deep groan, and I dropped my head forward with a shuddered breath as I stilled so we could both feel her adjust to every inch of me.
“Fucking hell, you feel perfect,” I hissed.
I pulled back slightly and slammed back in, and my control snapped.
My pace was merciless, each stroke deep and hard, watching the pleasure wash over her expression as her hips rolled to meet each of my thrusts, taking me even deeper.
One hand gripped her thigh, holding it against my waist, while the other slid up, grasping her jaw with a gentleness that was in complete contrast to the way I was fucking her.
I found her lips again, swallowing every moan and whimper with a possessive kiss.
My tongue licked her bottom lip before I took it between my teeth, tugging as I pulled away, and when I met her gaze again, her green eyes were filled with a raw need that made me shudder.
I shifted, rolling to my back, keeping myself buried inside her as I pulled her to straddle me. I loved this fucking view, able to see every inch of her perfect body. And she didn’t even hesitate when she started moving, her head lolling back with a moan, grinding her pussy against me.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Grind on me, squeeze me…let me feel how much you’ve wanted my cock since that first night.”
My hands were splayed between her hips and her perfect ass. I gripped hard, lifting her just enough, then slamming her back down on my cock as I thrust up into her with a sharp snap of my hips, making her cry out.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Blake!”
Haley shattered, and I could feel every shudder ripple through her body as she clenched around me and cried out my name.
The sensation of her spasming around me had me following her over the edge, making every muscle in my body go rigid with pleasure as a groan tore from deep in my chest through gritted teeth.
She collapsed forward, her sweat-slick body flush against mine, our ragged heartbeats drumming together. My fingers slid through her hair, hearing her pant through whimpers as we both tried to catch our breaths.
After several moments, she lifted her head from my chest, shifting slightly—I was still inside of her, and the light movement made me moan, but she swallowed it with a kiss. Her tongue curled against mine, slow and deep, gentle yet firm, my fingers tightening in her hair.
When we broke for air, her nose brushed against mine. “Stay with me tonight,” she whispered against my lips.
I didn’t hesitate to nod. Because I didn’t want to leave.
And that’s when I knew for sure…I was in big fucking trouble.