17. hayes
SEVENTEEN
hayes
I wasn’t planning for this to happen so soon after arriving at her apartment. I was okay to talk to her, maybe start a movie, play a fucking board game, I don’t know. But she looked so damn appetizing in the dim glow of her apartment, nervous and fidgeting. She’s intimidated by me—that much I’ve gathered. And judging by how quickly she came for me last night, I think she’s out of practice in the sex department.
She was so relaxed and playful at work today, and I took all the credit for it. I enjoy flirting with her… distracting her. She’s been so focused on growing her business for a year that she’s forgotten what it’s like to feel good. It’s why she’s so active every evening after work when she works out. She’s chasing that high, but I’m about to provide one for her that she’ll never be able to replicate on her own.
She kicks off her shoes to allow me to yank her leggings down. But when she leans forward to find the waistband of my pants, I grab her wrists to stop her. “Not so fast, Fallon.” Leaning back on my shins, I lick my lips while admiring her body. I’ve imagined what she looks like beneath her clothing hundreds of times now, but I didn’t do her justice.
She’s perfect. Her breasts are full and busting out of her bra, her nipples perky and swollen. Her hair has fallen over her chest and stomach, but I can make out the soft lines of her abs from her nights of Pilates. But her thighs are exactly what I want at the moment.
“Remove your thong, Fallon.”
Hesitation ripples through her for a second, but then it’s returned with a defiant little nod—something she probably doesn’t think I noticed. Her breasts bounce when she stands and shimmies out of her thong, but I grab it before she can kick it away and bring it to my nose.
Fuck, it’s only been twenty-four hours, but the way she smells gets me hard. I toss her thong on top of my shirt. “That’s a good girl,” I murmur, dropping to my knees to kiss down her stomach. “I’m going to fuck you tonight.” I drag my teeth across her left hipbone. “First with my tongue…” then her right hipbone. “And then I’m going to bend you over this couch and make you come on my cock.”
She’s already panting from the slightest touch.
I glance up at her. Does she always get worked up easily, or does she genuinely want me this badly? “Fallon, have you ever been fucked?”
Her hands find my shoulders, her eyes glazed from lust as she watches me skim my teeth across her stomach. “Not since college,” she whispers timidly.
With a chuckle, I shake my head. “No, Fallon. I didn’t ask if you’ve ever been screwed. I asked if you’ve ever been fucked. Has a man ever made you come so hard that you can’t catch your breath? Has he ever made you feel so good that you were wet just from thinking about him?”
“Um, yes,” she squeaks. “Today.”
Fuck . All I did was finger her.
This is a dangerous game I’m playing. If she’s already aching for me just from the bare minimum, what will she be like after I fuck her? I could awaken the beast in her.
I don’t acknowledge what she admitted. Instead, I lower to the floor on my back as she watches me in confusion. This will be another first for her, I assume. “Straddle my head.”
“ Oh ,” she says when the realization hits, a bashful grin spreading across her mouth. Of course, she knows. Fallon is a reader. I’ve been with enough women to know what’s in their books, especially when they’ve read something they want to try. But if Fallon hasn’t been with anyone since college, I have a feeling she’ll experience a lot of firsts with me.
Lowering to her knees, she straddles my chest first, then timidly scoots closer to my head. I’m anxious to eat and am dwindling on patience, so I grab her waist with my hands and drag her forward. She releases a surprised gasp, instinctively trying to slow down, but I hold a firm grip on her.
Even as dim as it is in the living room, her pussy looks delectable and pink and needs to be riding my tongue.
“I don’t think?—”
“Good, don’t think,” I interrupt. “I don’t want to chase your pussy, Fallon. I want to be smothered by it. Sit.”
As she drops to my mouth, my hands slide from her waist to cup her ass, and I begin to feast. She’s just as sweet as I remember and so wet that my tongue is immediately covered. I breathe in every inch of her pussy, high from lust, drowning in desire, and so goddamn thirsty for more.
I feel each movement of her body as she jerks and arches, not used to someone eating her this way. I squeeze her ass in my hands, urging her to move her hips. I want access to as much of her as possible, and I can make her come harder if she just relaxes and allows me control.
I drag my teeth down her clit to recenter her and grab her attention.
“Fuck,” she rasps, lifting her hips.
“Fallon, relax. Let me take care of you.” I lock eyes with her, convinced I have a goddess hovering above me. Her hair is cascading down her chest and covering her breasts, and I swear her bright green eyes are glowing in the faint light. “I want you to ride my face the same way you’d ride my cock.”
“I don’t want to suffocate you…”
“ I want you to suffocate me,” I assure her. “Fallon, I’m hard from tasting you. I want you to come all over my tongue. You taste so fucking good. Ride me. Use me to feel good.”
After a small nod, she allows me to pull her back down. I suck her clit between my lips, my cock jolting when she whimpers my name. Just to hear it again, I repeat the motion before sliding my tongue inside her. Leaning forward enough to thread her hands through my hair, she finally starts to roll her hips against my tongue. Fuck yes .
Her movements are unsteady as she tries to find her rhythm, and I use my hands on her ass to guide her into an anchored flow. Her breathy moans fill the room, her skin slicking from the beads of sweat forming.
She’s so close. Her tempo has increased, and her breathing is uneven. She’s whimpering and arching her back, her grip on my hair tightening. I want to encourage her, but I’m too content with my face buried in her pussy, and slightly hoping she’ll continue delaying so I can stay right where I am.
But when her legs begin to shake, and her pussy tightens around my tongue, my hold on her strengthens. I don’t want her trying to pull away when she comes. “Fitz,” she rasps. “Fitz, Fitz, I’m going to come... oh, god.”
I groan as she does exactly that. She gushes on my tongue, coming in waves, her pussy pulsing and quivering. I drink from her like a man dying of thirst. Unrelenting.
Her body relaxes, but I don’t let her move. Instead, I suck her clit into my mouth again. No woman has ever made me want to draw two orgasms like this, but I’m not ready to be done yet. I feel as if I’ve been starved for her. I’m desperate to be inside her, but I want her chanting my name again.
“Fitz, I can’t…” She moans then, because yes. She can.
My hands slide up to wrap around her waist, and she arches into my touch. I want her completely dependent on me for her pleasure. I want her wet enough that my cock will slide right inside her. I want nothing slowing us down when I fuck her. She starts to rock again, more controlled now. She knows exactly what she needs from me to make herself come.
It only takes a couple minutes before she’s coming again, crying my name like it’s a final prayer. But she’s the one taking me to heaven and back while I’m desperate to drag her to hell.
I allow her to slow this time, soaking in the last moment of my face being buried in her pussy. But the second she raises, I’m out from between her legs and up, untying the knot of my waistband and shedding my pants. She’s leaning back on her heels, her head tilted back while she tries to catch her breath.
“You did so good,” I assure her, licking my lips. I retrieve a condom from my wallet and tear open the package with my teeth while holding my cock in my hand. “So, so good.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip as her eyes fall on my cock. They widen ever so slightly. “My dildo isn’t that big,” she whispers.
The image of her fucking herself paints a picture in my mind, only adding to my growing desperation of feeling her around me. “Fucking yourself won’t ever be the same, Fallon.” I stroke myself once. “Only I can make you come as hard as you did. As you will. Stand up.”
On shaky legs, she does as she’s told. She was meant to submit. She just needed someone she could trust. She’s so used to being in control. But here with me, she won’t be.
“I’m on the pill,” she informs me. “I want…”
When she trails off, I cock my head. “Say it.”
“I don’t want the condom.”
Fuck . “You want me to fuck you raw?”
That does surprise me. For someone who’s always in her head, wanting me to fuck her without protection is her treading into the unknown. And I have to blindly trust that she’s on the pill. I’d refuse them outright if it was anyone else, like someone who knows who I am and my net worth.
But Fallon has no idea who I am. She just wants me—the version she’s come to know.
“I can show you if you’d like,” she says, referring to her method of birth control. “But I want… to feel you.”
She doesn’t need to prove anything. Imagining
I remove the condom, toss it on the floor, and beckon her closer. “Then come here, Fallon. Feel me.”
She draws closer and wraps her hand around my cock, pulling a soft moan from me. And when she begins jerking me off, she looks up at me from underneath her long lashes and asks, “Is this what you did last night while thinking of me?”
I close my hand around hers and slow the pace. “Just like this, Fallon.” I close my eyes as my head rolls back. “Fuck, just like that. All I could see was you coming over and over.”
“Didn’t you mention bending me over?”
A low chuckle rumbles through my chest. “Needy girl.” She fists my length, earning another satisfied groan from me. “Bend over the arm of the couch, Fallon.”
I replace her hand with my own, resuming the pace she kept while she saunters toward the couch. As she wants, I watch the sway of her hips. If I was meaner, I’d make myself come right now and spray her ass, but I want to feel her pussy around me. I am relieved to see her more relaxed than when we started, but now I want to ensure she feels nothing but me for the rest of the week.
She bends forward over the arm of her sofa and stretches her arms out straight, her fingers curling around the cushion. She’s already bracing herself. I stand behind her and admire how tight her ass looks from this position. Primed. Pure.
So, I spank her hard enough for red to blossom.
She gasps and lifts her head, trying to look at me, but I lean forward and fist her hair, shoving her back down. “Trust me,”I plead, aligning my cock with her entrance. “Relax.”
I ease the tip inside, giving her a few seconds to adjust. “Sweet girl, I meant what I said. I need you to relax.” With my free hand, I drag my finger down her spine to calm her. She’s so tight, even after riding my face and coming twice. “You feel so good, Fallon. I need more.”
She releases a deep breath and sinks into the couch, except she’s just as desperate as I am, and presses her hips closer to me.
“Fuck,” I rasp, sliding in slowly, inch by inch. “You take me so well. I wish you could see it.”
She moans when I’m fully inside her, the noise muffled against the cushion, but she’s not fighting me. She’s freely giving me all the power to bring her pleasure.
Anchoring my palm against her lower back, I slowly start thrusting, pulling out to the tip before gliding in again. “Did it feel good when I spanked you?” I loosen my hold just enough on her hair to feel her nod. “Say it. Tell me you want it.”
She twists her head to give me her side profile. A bashful smile is on her lips. “Spank me, Fitz.”
As I thrust into her, I do just that. She presses her ass into me instinctively, giving me another inch. Fuck, I won’t last much longer. I’ve edged myself too long. “Say it again.”
One of her hands disappears underneath her, and I watch as she slides it to her pussy. “Spank me again, Fitz. Harder.”
“Fallon, are you rubbing your clit?” I reach underneath her and remove her hand, then spank her again, admiring the handprint starting to form. “You want to touch yourself?” I pull out of her. “Lay down on your side.”
She whimpers from my absence but crawls fully onto the couch and twists on her left side. I lay behind her and grab her leg, lifting it to rest against my hip, then slide my cock back inside her. “Then do it where I can watch.” I prop up on my elbow before I start thrusting. “Touch yourself, baby.”
She slides her hand between her legs, using her middle finger against her clit. The vision is euphoric. Her head is against my chest, her back arched, and her ass pressed against me, and she’s rubbing herself in tempo with my thrusts.
“Fitz,” she whines, her lips parting and eyes closing.
“Louder,” I growl, increasing my pace. “I want everyone in this building to hear how hard I make you come.” I look between our bodies, watching myself disappear inside her over and over. “Fuck, Fallon, I’m going to fill you up.”
“Oh, god,” she moans, the sound of her finger moving on her clit nearly my undoing. “Fitz, I’m going to come again.”
“All over me,” I plead, rocking us so hard that the cushions start sliding off. I’m positive she’ll have bruises on her hips from how tightly I’m holding onto her.
I dive in and capture her lips with mine when she turns her head toward me. Our sounds are muffled together, the sound of our bodies moving together filling the room, and when she slides her tongue into my mouth, I can’t hold back anymore, and neither can she. We come in tandem.
My visions blurs as a cold sweat overtakes me, my arms wrapping around her to tether myself back to reality. She’s breathless and shaking but still kissing me. I twist to lay on my back and adjust her to rest against my chest, pulling a blanket from the top of the couch to cover us with. I’m usually great about aftercare, but we both need a few moments to recover. “Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing her back.
She lifts her head with a lazy, satisfied grin. “Amazing.”
With a grin, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You did so well, sweet girl. Thank you for trusting me.”
She doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she stares into my eyes for a few seconds before she inches forward.
And then, she kisses me.
It’s long and slow. It’s sweet.
And an unfamiliar feeling sprouts in my chest.