Chapter Forty
Liv
“Ihaven’t been brave enough these last few months to ask about your mom. How is she?”
I feel his smile against my hair. “She’s great.”
“She is?” I prop my chin on my hand to look at him.
“When I was in prison, I was able to work through a program they had, and any little bit of money I got, I saved. As soon as I got out, since I was able to move into the sanctuary for free with Lochlan, I sent all my money to my mom.”
“And your dad?”
“No, I made her promise to leave him. That was my stipulation. I needed her to be willing to start over.”
“She was okay with that?”
“She was more than okay with that. She only stayed so long because of me, and she didn’t have any way to leave. My dad made sure she was trapped. It was still hard on her, but I got her into a little apartment. She got a job at a diner. She’s happy.”
“Is she around here somewhere?”
“About an hour north.”
“Have you heard from your dad at all?”
“No, not a peep. I assume he’s drinking himself to death in the same trailer.” He sighs. “It’s exactly what he deserves.”
“Did you ever think it could have been different if he had gotten sober?”
“No, even without the alcohol, he’s evil to his core.”
“You’re everything good despite what he put you through, Jensen. I’m proud of you.”
He twirls a piece of my hair around his finger mindlessly. “If I was good, I wouldn’t have stolen you back when I knew you’d be better off without me.”
“It’s not stealing if I came willingly.”
He nods, holding back a depth of emotions that I can only begin to guess. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to convince him that he’s worth everything to me.
“What did you think about when you were in prison?” I sit up, straddling his stomach.
“What did I think about…” He trails off, distracted by my nakedness on him.
“How did you think about me, Jensen?” I scoot down, feeling his cock stiffen as I slide over it and to his thighs. “Like this?”
“Fuck, Liv. I thought about this in every direction. I was suicidal, but I was 19 and horny as hell.”
“Mhm, tell me.”
His gaze sears me, traveling the length of my body until it lands on my mouth.
“Your lips. I dreamed about our first kiss. No matter how fucking vile my fantasy got… It would always start with a kiss.”
I lean down, sealing my lips to his, but only letting them linger a second. “More,” I encourage, running my hands down his torso.
“Then your tits. I’d imagine how they looked. Felt. I’d picture them bouncing in my face. Running my tongue over them and sucking them into my mouth. Fucking them.”
“Like this?” I cup his shaft between the curve of my breasts, stroking him gently. I don’t have a large chest, nothing that would get the job done effectively, but he does not seem to give a fuck as he stares.
“Just like that,” he exhales in relief.
“Did you cum on me this way?”
“Yes.”
“On my titties or in my mouth?”
“Both.”
“Good boy.” His eyes flash to mine. “How many times did you cum all over my face?”
“Too many to count.”
“How many times did you fill my pussy with your cum?”
“Every night.”
My core tightens, making me tingle everywhere. Hearing how hot he was for me before he ever had me stokes the fire inside me.
“What else, baby? How did you fuck me?”
“Fuck,” he moans as I work his cock with both of my hands, stroking him gently from base to tip. “I’d wake up every morning wishing you were sitting on my face or sucking my cock. Sometimes I had already finished in my shorts because my dreams were so desperate for you.”
“Did it feel like this?” I don’t wait for a response before deep-throating him as far as I can go.
His hands cling to my scalp as he groans in pleasure. “This is better,” he breathes.
“Mmm, good answer. Tell me more, or I’ll stop,” I threaten, licking up and down the length of him.
“I thought about your pussy so often that I’d lie awake, wishing I was between your thighs just so I could stare at it. Taste it. I wanted to know how every finger felt sliding inside your wetness.”
“More,” I demand.
“I’d fuck you so often in my dreams that I ran out of positions. I’d imagine you sitting on my face and my cock, holding onto the top rails of my bunk, and riding me until the bed broke. I’d fuck you so hard from behind that you screamed my name for the whole fucking prison to hear.”
“Yes, baby. I would have. I know there was more. Tell me how filthy you got.”
His hips jerk as I tug and twist with my hands, and suck on his head at the same time, making his legs tremble under mine.
“I’d make you beg for my cock.”
“More.”
“I’d make you beg to have it in your ass.
I’d fuck your tight little asshole and fill you with my cum until it dripped into your pussy.
And then I’d fuck it into your pussy and cum in you again!
” He thunders the words as his climax bursts out of him, filling my mouth.
I flatten my tongue as he fucks his seed down my throat, taking every drop.
I fall onto the mattress beside him, catching my breath, and grinning like an idiot. “That was so hot.”
“I didn’t even touch you,” he pants.
“You don’t have to touch me, and I’m still soaked.”
“Is that right?” He hums, hooking his arm under my leg suddenly, yanking me to a perpendicular angle. His head finds a comfy spot between my thighs like his own personal pillow.
When his lips brush my clit, I moan, expecting him to continue, but then he merely opens my legs wider, staring at his prize.
“So beautiful.” He kisses me again, teasing me with his tongue. “I want to die right here.”
He inhales my scent, spreading me with his fingers and sliding his tongue through my slit. The next time he does it, he goes a little farther, dipping into my pussy. Then he does it again, swirling my puckered hole, making me gasp.
“Is that okay?” He murmurs.
“Yes.”
He does it again, teasing my ass again, and my entire body tightens. No one has ever dared… I’ve never given them the privilege.
“I’m going to fuck you here, Liv. Not tonight, but I’m going to own every one of your holes.”
“Why not tonight?”
He chuckles. “I don’t have any lube. I don’t want it to hurt.”
I groan in frustration, and he relieves me by stroking my clit. “How do you want to cum this time, baby girl?”
“On your face.”
“Good answer.” He sucks my clit between his lips, and my hips buck against him. “Fuck my face, Olive.”
I sigh in sweet relief as I grind against his tongue, and he laps at my clit happily, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer.
When he nibbles on me, lightning zaps my muscles, and my whole body clenches as he starts working me left to right.
He flattens his tongue, applying more pressure as he forcefully moves my hips with his hands, demanding me to fuck his face.
That’s all it takes to draw my orgasm out. My thighs clench his head, and my hips leave the mattress as I crest to the peak of my climax, finishing with his tongue buried deep inside my pussy.
The second the tension in my muscles fades, his attention turns to my inner thighs, where he kisses me tenderly until I’m clawing to get my next fix.
Without having him inside of me, I’m horrifyingly vacant.
Only one thing will cure me. “I need your cock inside of me, please.”
I’m so high on lust, his dick pushes inside of me before I even realize he’s changed positions. My back molds to his front as he moves behind me on the mattress, spooning me as he fucks me.
His arm hooks under my thigh, widening my hips to take more of his brutal thrusts, and my moans turn to whimpers. My head rocks back and forth on the mattress in near delusion. I can’t even keep my eyes open as he plays with my clit.
He’s using me like a fuck doll, and I’m incoherent, overwhelmed by pleasure. “Yes, you fuck me so good… Your cock fits perfect inside of me… Yes, Jensen… Fuck me…”
He bites my shoulder as I praise him, and the words keep flowing nonsensically from my mouth as his powerful body rocks mine, taking me like the feral beast I know him to be.
“You own me, baby… Yes… Fuck me harder… You’re such a good boy… Fuck, fuck, fuckkk–” Another orgasm tears through me, ripping a scream from my throat as he continues to fuck me harder, faster, applying bruising pressure to my clit.
Tears stream down my cheeks until his hips still, and I feel his cum flood my insides.
A sleepy smile stretches my lips.
I’m such a whore for Jensen Hayes.
* * *
My final swipe of mascara applies perfectly, fanning my lashes across my eyes exactly to my preference. The last thing I do is peel my lip tint off as I do every morning, leaving my lips a deep but subtle berry shade.
My attention shifts in the mirror, though, as Hayes walks into my bathroom, adjusting his tie. He never wears a tie. I must have really flipped his world upside down this weekend. That makes me smile to myself.
After we peeled ourselves out of bed on Sunday morning, he grabbed what he would need for a few days, and we came back to my cottage.
Every part of my hips and thighs aches, a delicious reminder of his affection, and I’m counting down the minutes until work is over today and I have him to myself again.
“You look handsome,” I admit softly to him in the mirror. He glances up, catching my heated gaze, and smiles.
“And you…” He shifts towards me, sliding his hand across my waist to pull me into his chest. “Look absolutely beautiful.” His lips brush my neck, and my whole body melts into him.
“How am I supposed to work when I could be getting more of this?” I sigh, letting him tease my exposed skin.
“Because you love what you do, and I’m not going anywhere. There will be plenty of time for me to reward your patience later.”
“Wow, you sound like the responsible one.”
“Only when it comes to you, baby.” He kisses my neck again and slaps my butt as he leaves the bathroom, forcing me to follow.
“I’ll just slaughter Jeremiah Porter’s defense and be done by lunch. How about that?”
“I have no doubt.” He twirls his keys on his finger and sticks them into his pocket, where he waits by the door. He’s going to ensure we leave by 7:30, and I’ve never been so annoyed by it.
“Okay, one more kiss before we leave our safe zone.” I slink towards him, and he watches me skeptically, but when my arms circle his neck, his hands find my waist without hesitation.
“You’re wearing lipstick.”
“It’s a stain, it won’t transfer.”
“I’m not worried about me, dove. I don’t want to ruin your makeup,” he whispers against my lips. I capture his mouth, moaning when his hands roam downward to cup my ass.
I force my tongue against his, and he growls, gripping my cheeks in his hands roughly. When my palm sneaks down his chest, he doesn’t react until I’m dragging it over the stiffness behind his zipper.
“Dove,” he warns.
“I can’t get enough.”
“You’re killing me, baby.” He groans as I stroke my palm over the length of him repeatedly.
“Are you complaining?” I hum against his lips.
He smiles softly as he shakes his head. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”