Hayley #2
I cross my arms over my chest, keeping my distance as Brooks sits on the edge of one of the queen beds.
Everything about him screams sex appeal.
He’s changed out of his suit and has traded it for a pair of khaki cargo shorts and gray button up that fits him like a glove, hugging all his muscles perfectly.
It takes everything in me not to go to him and finish what we started a month ago.
But I stand my ground firm, trying to erase every ounce of lust for this man.
I sigh in frustration as I run a hand through my hair. “What do you want, Brooks?”
“For you to have dinner with me.” He smiles as he gets up and walks toward me.
“Bad idea.” Very bad idea, and he knows it.
Erasing the distance between us, his hot breath fans my face. My knees feel weak as I take in the scent of his cologne. “It can be a dinner between colleagues. It’s not like people would think we’re on a date while on a work trip.”
“That’s exactly it. We are on a work trip,” I say before glancing into his eyes. His gaze pins me to my spot as my breath hitches.
His smirk spreads wider across his face as he moves mere inches from mine. “Good, then no one will suspect a thing.”
I want to protest more, but the self-will I once possessed is slowly dwindling. “Only dinner.”
“Only dinner.”
“This is not a date.”
“Not a date,” he says, shoving his hands into his short pockets. “So, what do you say, Red?”
And that’s exactly how I end up in the hotel restaurant, sitting in a dark booth in the far back corner.
I keep waiting for the nerves of being in such proximity to Brooks to settle, yet there’s a calmness, a comfort that I find in his presence.
I watch as he brings the glass of water he ordered to his lips and wonder why he keeps trying to pursue me after my multiple rejections.
“So,” he says as he pops a mozzarella stick into his mouth. “Who’s watching Cam while you’re gone?”
I eye him over the rim of my wine glass as I take a long pull of the red full-bodied liquid. “My mother. She’s going to be watching him when we’re on the road. But when he’s out of school for like winter and spring break, he’ll come with us.”
He looks as if he wants to say more, but the waitress coming over with our food stops him. She places the plates of pasta in front of us before asking if we need anything else. A pang of jealousy surges through me when her gaze lingers a little longer on Brooks as he waves her away.
Ugh, I have to stop this.
“Why do you keep pursuing me even when I reject you?” The question slips past my lips before I can stop it. He stares at me for a moment as he chews his pasta before grabbing his napkin to wipe the side of his sexy-as-sin mouth. “Why do you keep pursuing me?” I ask again.
He places his napkin on the table as he stares at me through slitted eyes.
He rubs his unshaved jaw as he contemplates his answer.
He purses his lips before running a hand through his unkempt hair.
His muscle flex causes my knees to feel weak even while I’m sitting, my core heating as I feel my arousal building for him.
He leans back and crosses his arms across his chest. “I like you, Hayley. You’re not like any woman I’ve been with before.” He sighs, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table, a long pause ensuing. “And for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about biting that bottom lip of yours again.”
My breath hitches, and I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to keep my weeping arousal to myself.
His lust-filled eyes search mine for an ounce of rejection, yet nothing comes.
My mouth opens and closes a few times for words to come out, but only the feeling of my mouth going dry exists. Do I want to deny him anymore?
His hand reaches across the table, turning my palm upwards before drawing small figure eights on the inside. My body flinches as a zing of energy spreads up my arm, spiking my arousal even more. My body is a traitor. But I can’t deny that my body responds to his touch unlike ever before.
A seductive smirk spreads across his lips as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Signaling for the check, he quickly pays the bill before sliding out of the booth, offering his hand to pull me from my seat.
Reluctant, yet I reach for him to feel those sparks once again.
My knees go weak as he pulls me from the booth, and I crash into his firm chest. His muscular arms wrap around my waist to steady me.
Pushing myself out of his grasp, I grab my purse and walk toward the elevators, with Brooks by my side. His warm breath fans my neck as he leans across me to push the button to call the elevator. My pulse quickens as he places a hand on the small of my back to guide me onto the elevator.
I step to the right side of the elevator as Brooks goes to the left. My back presses against the cold mirrored wall as I cast a slight sideways glance toward Brooks. His aroma is so overpowering as it fills my senses, heating my core with desire to have his hands on me.
He clears his throat as if he has something to say, but before he has the chance, my mouth crashes on his.
My hand snakes up the back of his neck and into his hair as I deepen the kiss, while his hands grip my hips tightly.
He reaches around and grips my ass, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist tightly as my back presses against the mirrored wall.
Grinding down on him, I feel his erection fighting against his shorts, begging to be set free.
“Fuck, this feels too damn good,” he groans against my mouth as he moves to kiss along my jawline and down on my neck. “But we have to slow down. I refuse to take you right here in the elevator.”
I nod reluctantly, agreeing with him as he gently places me back on the ground. The elevator dings as it opens on the floor, both of us stepping out as we head toward our respective rooms.
We stop outside my room, and I swipe my room card.
As soon as the green light flashes signaling the door is unlocked, Brooks’ mouth is back on mine, walking me backwards into the room.
He grips my thighs and lifts me as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I hold onto him tightly as he walks us further into my room.
Setting me on the bed, he stands between my legs.
His eyes hungry with lust as his gaze slowly works its way from my legs to my breast, lingering a moment longer on my lips as he darts his tongue out to moisten his lips.
He shoots me a panty-dropping wink and smirk before removing his shirt. “Clothes off, Red.”
I slowly unbutton my white blouse, pulling it from being tucked into my black pencil skirt.
I slowly unzip the skirt as Brooks drops his cargo shorts with his boxers in tow.
I drink him in as he grips his long shaft, stroking it at a leisure pace while he watches me unclasp my white lace bra before removing my matching panties, which I dangle in his face for a few moments.
“Fuck,” he curses, speeding up his strokes. His cock growing harder and thick. “You’re so perfect, Red.”
A light blush creeps up on my cheeks, while I instinctively move my hands to cover up the stretch marks on my belly.
They aren’t that bad, but it’s an insecurity of mine.
Moving my hand, he runs his tongue along them, working his way up to my breasts, cupping both in his hands before pulling one of my erect nipples into his mouth.
“Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I’ve envisioned what you would look like naked in my dreams for weeks now. Hayley, you’re exquisite, and you’re making me absolutely crazy.” His rough admission sets my body on fire. The way he admires my body and touches me makes it impossible to contain myself.
I feel his erection slide between my wet folds as he rubs his thumb against my clit. I doubt he’ll have to do much to slip inside me with how wet my pussy is for him.
“Shit, you’re so wet for me, Red,” he groans as he continues working my swollen nub. “I need to be inside you.”
I moan out at the loss of his touch as he walks to his adjoining room next door, returning with a condom.
He rips the foil with his teeth before sliding the rubber down his firm shaft.
He lines up at my wet entrance, stroking it a few times.
I spread my legs wider, giving him more access to thrust in.
My back arches off the bed when I feel his intrusion.
“Fuck,” we both hiss out at the same time.
He stops moving for a moment, giving me time to adjust before moving at a steady pace. “So goddamn tight and wet for me. You feel absolutely amazing.”
Brooks grips my hips as he thrusts into me, taking me deeper as he quickens his pace. My eyes close as I moan out in ecstasy. The sensation sends me into euphoria.
“Eyes on me, Red,” he hisses as he continues his thrusts.
My eyes meet his as his thrusts become faster. A sheen of sweat coats his chest as we move in sync. I lean forward, licking the salty drops running down his abs. His hands tangle in my hair, twisting it in his grip before pulling my head back for a rough, hungry kiss.
He releases my lips before capturing one of my breasts, pulling it into his mouth. His teeth tug my erect nipple as his tongue circles it. “Tell me how it feels,” he says, his mouth still in place.
“So. Good,” I moan out as my head falls back onto the bed. My body arches slightly as he hits my g-spot. “I can’t get enough of you, even if I know I shouldn’t have you.”
He edges me to my release before pulling out. “Brooks,” I pant out in a long, ragged moan.
“Not yet,” he says as he grips my hips and flips me over, pulling me to my knees as he draws my hips closer to him. One hand rubs my throbbing clit, while the other pushes my chest flush against the comforter. I turn my head to look over my shoulder at the man who has me about to combust.
“Your cunt is so wet; it’s begging to come all over my cock.”
His words have me swimming in ecstasy as he smacks my ass cheek. He thrusts back inside me, deeper than before. Fuller. He slowly circles my clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge.
“Oh, my fucking god…” I scream out as my pussy clenches around his cock.
An orgasm like I’ve never felt before rips through my body. I open my mouth and scream out Brooks’ name as my entire body shakes.
Brooks releases a guttural groan as my juices coat his cock. “Fuck, Red. The sound and feeling of you coming all over my cock has me losing my goddamn mind.”
He pulls my back to his chest as I turn my head to the side, his lips crashing into mine as he continues to trust into me. “Come for me again, Red,” he whispers in my ear.
He places his thumb pad on my clit, slowly circling it as his other hand wraps around my neck. Slightly adding pressure as he nips the sensitive skin below my ear.
“You want me to come in the sweet little cunt of yours?” he asks as he continues to thrust deep within me.
“Yes. Please, yes…”
Slowly but steadily increasing his pace, he brings me closer to the edge once again. His thrust slams harder in me as he buries his face in my neck.
“God, you smell so fucking good,” he says as my pussy tightens around his cock once again as he follows me over the edge with his own release. Biting my shoulder, he releases a long, breathless moan.
I fall flat on the bed, my legs like jelly as Brooks pulls out of my sensitive pussy. I roll to my back as I watch him walk to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, returning with a warm washcloth. Cleaning me up, his touch is tender. Something no man has ever done for me before.
Once he disposes of the towel, he pulls the cover on the bed down, signaling for me to move up. Once situated, he pulls the cover over the top of us, pulling me close to where my back is against his hard chest. His large hands wrap around my waist as my breathing shallows.
“Sleep tight,” he whispers in my ear as he places a gentle kiss on the back of my head.
I smile content and relax into his hold as my eyes grow heavy. The connection between us is strong. Undeniable, really. Yet I know this thing between us can never happen again. No matter how much we both want it. But things between us now will be forever changed.