Chapter Forty-Seven
Liv
“Thea told you to look sexy, but this is fine work even for you.” He whistles as he leans against the door frame of my bathroom.
I only smile in response as I put in my earrings. I’m wearing a matching bra and panty lingerie set, and I know that he knows this is not something I’d wear outside.
My nipples are almost entirely visible through the sheer lace cups of my bra, and my ass is completely bare.
“How late can we be before your friends worry?”
I watch in fascination in the mirror as he slinks towards me to kiss my shoulder.
“They’re your friends, too.”
He smirks against my skin but doesn’t say anything about that as his lips trail up my neck. I’ve been asleep most of the day after my action-filled past few days. This is the first time that he’s made a move on me since my trial ended.
He prioritizes my well-being even when I want him to use me like his own personal whore.
It’s excruciating.
“Please, touch me,” I breathe when he nibbles the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder.
“Mmm, my pleasure.” His hands find my waist, but very quickly descend to my lace thong as his fingers play with the string around my hips.
He snaps the band, and it bites my skin, but the sound makes me jump more than anything. When my eyes find his in the mirror again, he’s watching me with intense interest as his hands move towards my bra.
His large palms capture my breasts, squeezing my flesh without remorse, eliciting a moan from me as he manhandles me. He rips my lace cups down, and my breasts bounce as they’re freed.
“Mmm, perfect,” he mumbles, squeezing them again without the barrier. When his thumbs flick my piercings, my back arches, and I feel his hardness against my ass.
I try to reach back to run my hand over it, but he gently shoves my hand away and not so gently slaps my bare ass cheek. “Not yet. I’m not done playing with you.”
I groan in frustration, but he silences me quickly as he unhooks my bra and slides my straps down torturously slow until it falls to my feet.
“I want your tits out whenever you’re at home with me. You walk through that door, chuck that stiff blazer off, and I want these tits in my hands. In my mouth.” He spins me around suddenly, forcing my feet off the floor as he sets me on the counter in front of him.
“Tits out,” he insists, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he tugs it to the point of pain, flicking my piercing with his tongue just before it becomes too much. He soothes me with a kiss before he does the same to the other side, making me squirm on the cool counter.
I’m on fire already, and he hasn’t even touched me down there. I need relief, I need… “Fuck me, Hayes. Don’t make me wait. I need your cock inside of me, now.”
He pulls his t-shirt off, throwing it to the ground, and my mouth waters. His toned muscles flex as he tugs at his belt and pants, dropping them next to his shirt.
“Next time, when we have more time, I’m going to edge you until you cry and fuck you until you lose your voice.”
“Oh my God,” I utter in excitement. Hopefully, he means tomorrow because we officially have no other plans.
“Show me your pussy,” he demands, starting to pull his boxers off.
I finger the lace between my thighs and tip it to the side, exposing myself to him. He grunts his approval as he strokes his cock. “Slide your finger in.”
I push my finger through my folds, dipping into my tight hole as his eyes darken. When I start to finger fuck myself, his hand matches pace, jerking off as he steps closer. “Let me in.”
As soon as I vacate, he notches his head at my entrance and shoves inside, stealing my breath. “Let me taste you,” he begs, looking at my glistening finger.
The pad of my finger traces his lips, but as soon as he sneaks his tongue out to steal a taste, I shove it in my own mouth, sucking it clean with a moan.
His eyes widen in challenge. “That was mine,” he growls, claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue invades mine, forcing me to give him a taste of my essence.
“Open,” I whisper against his mouth, and he obeys right away, letting his lips part.
I stroke my tongue along his, and then I do what I’ve wanted to for months…
I spit directly into his mouth.
He doesn’t blink, looking deeply into my eyes as he licks his lips and swallows. “Better than candy,” he murmurs against my lips.
I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck to kiss him deeper. His arms band my waist, holding me steady as he pulls out almost completely and drives his cock back in forcefully.
“Again.”
He does it harder, and I feel the bruising force against my cervix.
“Again.”
This time, he continues thrusting, pounding me mercilessly. If he wasn’t holding me still, I would slam back against the mirror, but I’m safe in his arms as he takes me exactly how I want.
I’m not made of porcelain. I want fucked without remorse.
He does it so well.
“Dammit, Liv, you’re clenching me so tight, I’m losing my mind.” He pulls out without warning, and my walls squeeze nothing but air, making me whimper. He scoops me off the counter to turn me around, pinning me against it so he can slide my panties all the way off onto the floor.
I feel his cock line back up to continue where he left off, but… “Wait.” My voice stops him, and he looks at my reflection in the mirror.
“Not there.”
Realization hits him, and he glances down as he strokes his crown over my puckered hole. “You want me to take your ass, baby?”
“Yes. I want you everywhere.”
“Do you have lube?”
I shake my head, and he glances down again before looking at me in the mirror and letting spit fall from his mouth. It hits the crack of my ass and rolls down to where his blunt head presses against my ass hole.
“Do it.”
He watches my face in the mirror as he presses harder, barely entering my virgin hole. His eyebrows pinch in concentration, but he doesn’t look away from my face. He pushes inside me deeper, but nowhere close to completion, and I feel my inner walls stretching in ways they’ve never been tested.
My jaw falls slack, experiencing the sensation for the first time, and his fingers tighten on my hips as he struggles to maintain his composure.
“Are you okay?” He breathes, and all I can do is nod. He spits again, lubing the latter half of his cock, and I brace myself to take all of him. “Your turn, baby girl. Take what you want, I won’t force it.”
He’s so sweet. He reaches around to circle my clit with his fingers, and I know in that instant, I’m going to take every last inch of his fat cock.
“That feels so good,” I utter breathlessly. “I’m going to cum with your cock in my ass, Jensen.”
“Fuck yes, you are.” He works my clit like an expert because he is; he already knows my body like the back of his hand.
My hips flex back and forth, slowly taking more of him until it feels like he’s in my throat. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced, fullness that defies logic. But all I want is more.
The ripples of an orgasm are growing, and it makes it easier to sheath myself on him fully, lighting all my nerve endings on fire. His happy trail brushes against the curves of my butt as I settle fully to the hilt. Taking every inch.
I smile in sweet relief as he fills me whole, and I let him take the reins, drawing an orgasm from me as I grind dreamily against him. So full. So nice.
“You’re so sexy, baby,” he grunts, and I feel his cock flex inside of me.
When I blink at his reflection, a drop of sweat snakes down the side of his face as tendrils of control escape him.
My climax is so close with his demanding fingers on my clit, all it takes is a few circles of my hips for my eyes to roll back and every muscle in my body to clench like I’ve been hit by a bomb.
“Fuck, ahh,” I scream as my ass clenches with exertion around his steel length. My palms smack the counter as I’m rocked by the explosion.
His heavy breathing and rough grunts of pleasure hardly hit my ears, but his cock flexes, extending my orgasm as his release fills me.
“Jesus Christ,” he sputters as he tries to catch his breath, bracing his hands on the counter on either side of me. “You’re going to kill me, baby. You’re incredible.”
I smile against the cold granite and feel the wetness under my cheek of my fallen tears.
Deliciously good tears.
* * *
“I’m really happy for you.” Thea’s arms wrap around my neck from behind, where I sit on a bar stool. Hayes would only leave my side to go get drinks once I was surrounded by all our friends.
He and Jesse promised to get the first round while Nathan, Jackson, and even Lochlan stand around the table of girls like our own personal bodyguards. You would never know I’m the one with the stalker, the way they watch over all of us.
I’ve had groups of friends here and there, but nothing like this. People who care about you like a big family would.
“You’re just glad that I won the case and you didn’t waste your time coming to watch.”
“Nooo,” she laughs. “Well, that too, but I meant I’m happy for you and Hayes. I love seeing you guys eye fuck each other from across the room.”
“Ha! We were not.”
“Uh, you are constantly, but at least now you get to actually do it. Watching you two dance around your feelings for one another was torturous for everyone.”
“Wow, thanks.” I scoff in fake offense, and she giggles.
“Drink extra for me tonight since I’m sober for at least the next year.” She sighs.
“We were supposed to do it together,” I finally admit to her.
“I know,” she says, knowing exactly what I mean. “My third one might be our golden ticket, though.”
“Maybe.”
She spins me around in my chair, and I have to grasp the table to keep from falling over. “Unless you’re pregnant now?”
“What? No,” I laugh, smacking her arm. “But maybe I won’t wait.” I shrug. “I’ve loved Hayes since I was 16 years old…”
“There’s no right or wrong time if you feel ready. Jesse and I hardly waited, and my family is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I bite my nail, looking at my friend and glancing over towards the bar where the love of my life is balancing four drinks in his hands.
“I could use a little more one-on-one time with him. Make up for lost time, ya know.” I wink at Thea, and she laughs.
“Oh, I know.”