Chapter 38 Hayes
Hayes
Ilead Demi into our hotel room and let the door click shut behind us. Yeah, I said hotel room. Raegan and I almost went to her apartment, but apparently her sister and nephews have been staying there off and on, and her sister is not my biggest fan. It’s understandable, but I don’t have to love it.
I do love the woman standing in front of me, though.
And my now ex-wife-turned-girlfriend, who graciously offered to stay the night with her sister so Demi and I can have some alone time as lovers instead of friends.
She actually said the word lovers. Demi and I both tried to tell her it was unnecessary, but she insisted.
So here I am. Alone, once again, with my beautiful little pixie.
She’s fidgeting with her fingers, diverting her gaze around to different parts of the room with the cutest blush on display across her cheeks and chest. She’s nervous. Interesting.
“Remember the last time we were in a hotel room together?” I ask, taking slow steps to close the gap between us. I need to be closer to her. To touch her. To taste her. To fuck the living daylights out of her.
She nods and I take another step.
My lips pull into a grin as I swipe my thumb over them, contemplating all the ways I’d like to devour her. “Tell me, Little Pixie… still think I’m not your type?”
She swallows thickly before shrugging her shoulders and answering, “Jury’s still out, I guess.”
“Is that right?” I lift a brow at her sass. Seems like my girl has chosen her path for the evening. “I’d venture to say the fact that my cock is the only one you’ve ever had, and the only one you’ll ever have, meaning, the jury has in fact made their decision.”
“I don’t think you get to determine that.” Her arms cross over her chest as she shoots me a heart-melting smirk that reassures me she’s playing along. Thank fuck for that.
“Oh, Babygirl… if you think another cock will ever come within ten yards of that pretty cunt of yours, you should dismiss that intrusive thought as exactly what it is… non-negotiable.”
It’s subtle, but I don’t miss the shiver that runs through her at my possessive claim.
I mean every fucking word. She is mine. They both are.
Between Raegan admitting she hasn’t had another cock since me and Demi only knowing mine, I seriously doubt the possessive fire simmering just under the surface is going anywhere soon, if ever.
I finally have them both. I won’t share them.
“Tell me… how wet are you, right now?”
“I’m not sure,” she answers innocently, which incidentally, we both know she’s not.
I offer a sly grin in return. I don’t need her to answer. If her blown pupils and flush skin are an accurate indicator of her arousal, I’d say she’s pretty fucking soaked. I’m right there with you, Babygirl. My dick has been rock hard since we stepped into this room.
“Alright then, let’s try a different question. Would you like your pleasure or your punishment first?”
Her mouth falls open as she contemplates my question. If I didn’t have other plans for her this evening, I’d stick my hard cock right into that warm hole.
“Wha–? Why would there be a punishment?”
I close the remaining distance between us and run my fingers through her silky hair.
They find the base of her skull where I’m able to grab a handful of hair in each hand and squeeze them into tight fists, tugging hard and effectively directing her gaze to mine, keeping her attention right where I need it–on me.
A soft, breathy gasp escapes her.
“I owe you a punishment for leaving me.” It’s more an excuse to punish and play with her than anything else.
“But, I–”
“Shhhh. I don’t want your excuses right now. Just an answer.”
“Mmmm, punishment,” she whines reluctantly.
I lean down and place a soft kiss on her plush lips, then release her. Moving to the bed, I sit and pat my legs. She considers me for a moment, staying in place a few feet from me.
“Come on, Little Pixie. Over my lap.” I quirk a brow as I watch her process what I’m demanding of her.
She eventually moves, hesitating when she gets to me. “Should I get naked?”
“Nope. Not yet.” I pat my legs again, then offer her a quick wink. “I’ll even go easy on you… this time.”
Her posture shifts from nervous to brave in an instant. “I’m not afraid, Grandpa,” she sasses.
Okay. Game on.
My arms fly out to grab her, quickly, and pull her over my lap so we can get this show on the road.
If we take too much longer, I’m pretty sure my dick is going to explode and not in a fun way.
My fingers toy with the hem of her leggings, sliding across her soft skin and sliding them along with her panties over the round globes of her ass, leaving them mid-thigh.
My hands caress her bare flesh in circles, eliciting a soft moan to fall from her lips.
“This is a punishment. You’re not supposed to be enjoying it,” I reprimand and all I get in response is a tiny squeak telling me she tightened her lips to prevent another slip.
I pull my hand back and swing, landing my slightly cupped palm against the fleshiest part of her ass and she startles, letting out another moan, quieter this time.
I repeat the process about a dozen more times, each one a little harder than the previous.
Her moans are louder now, but my own head is too fuzzy to even care.
Her ass glows red underneath my palm as I rub and soothe her tender skin.
I already feel the intoxication that comes from loving this woman.
My brain is always in control when I’m with someone.
I always know what I’m going to do and how I’m going to do it.
This is all so different for me. For once, I have no idea how any of this is going to go.
I’m just going with what feels good. What feels right.
My cock twitches behind my zipper, reminding me that he’s ready and waiting for me to move this the fuck along.
Suddenly, I understand how it’s possible to come in your pants before you’ve even gotten to the main entrée. The mere scent of her and her arousal has me ready to bust.
My hand slides down her ass until it’s met with her soaked pussy. I slide two fingers through her wetness and once again, my cock takes notice. Down boy.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn soaked, Babygirl.”
“Hayes–”
“Nope.” I pause the movement of my fingers. “You know what to call me.”
“Sir.”
“That’s better,” I coo. “I bet you’d like to come, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” she moans.
“Apologize,” I order as I thrust the same two fingers inside of her, unable to stop myself from groaning when she squeezes them like she doesn’t want to ever give them back. Fine by me. “Tell me how sorry you are for running away.”
“I–I’m sorry, Sir.”
I curl my fingers inside of her to stroke her g-spot, occasionally pulling them out to pluck her swollen clit. “What a good fucking girl you are for me. Say it again.”
“Ah. Sir…” she pants. “I’m so sorry. I won’t run away again. I promise. Please–”
“Please what?”
“Please, Sir. I need to coooome,” she whines, writhing against my hand with increasing speed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
I love this fucking woman. I love the sounds she makes when she’s begging. When she’s coming. When she’s fucking existing.
“I forgive you. Now… come all over my fingers.”
It takes her no time to comply. Her hips buck against my hand as she rides my fingers, chasing the release she was apparently so desperate for.
“Fuck, you look so pretty when you come for me,” I praise and she releases a guttural moan at my words, wringing the last bit of her orgasm against my fingers.
She sags against me, spent and sated but I’m not done with her yet.
“Let’s get you on the bed. We’re not finished.”