Chapter 25
I slam my lips against Haley’s, her sweet voice calling her my wife making me forget all the reasons this is a bad idea. I swore I wasn’t going to cross this line with her. That I could be stronger than this, knowing what’s at stake.
But when a tiny whimper escapes her throat, that’s the last thing on my mind.
The only thing that is on my mind is giving Haley everything she’s been deprived of for too long.
And everything I’ve deprived myself of for too long.
With a growl, I tear my mouth from hers and stand, ripping my t-shirt over my head in one swift motion. As I drop it onto the floor, her appreciative gaze sweeps over every inch of my physique. I guess one good thing to come from prison followed by years of manual labor is that it’s forced me to stay in shape.
I keep my eyes glued to hers as I slowly unfasten my belt and pull it from the loops with a sharp jerk. The sound echoes in the room, drowning out our heavy breaths as I lower the zipper on my jeans and push them down along with my boxer briefs.
She’s not shy about staring at my erection, especially when I begin to stroke myself. I just pray I don’t explode the second I’m inside her, something that’s entirely possible with the way she’s currently ogling me, sliding her tongue along her lips like I’m a rare delicacy she’s dying to devour.
“What’s the verdict?” I playfully waggle my brows. “As good as you remember?”
Smirking, she climbs off the bed and saunters toward me with a hypnotic sway in her hips.
“Definitely not.” Her hand glides down my torso, my muscles tightening as she moves closer to my waist.
Her lips graze my neck and I struggle to remain in control as she replaces my hand with hers.
“It’s so much better.”
“Goddamn, Haley.”
“What were you thinking of?” she purrs as she strokes me. “That day I watched you in the shower, what had you all worked up?”
“You,” I answer without hesitation.
It’s not a lie. I was thinking about her. Hell, she’s all I’ve thought about since I first laid eyes on her when we were kids. Even when I tried to convince myself the best thing I could do for her was stay away, I still couldn’t erase her from my mind.
Or my heart.
I doubt I’ll ever be able to.
“What about me?” Her words come out in a throaty whisper, deep and sensual. “What was I doing?”
“You were on your knees.”
“Is that right?” She slows her motions to a near stop. I’m both frustrated yet grateful at the same time, not wanting this to be over too soon. “And what was I doing on my knees? Was I praying?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then why don’t you show me?” She releases my erection from her grasp, several protracted seconds passing as we stare at each other.
Then she sinks to her knees in front of me.
This is the last thing I expected for her to do. Hell, I can’t believe we’re doing this in the first place. But I never expected for her to ask me to show her exactly what I was fantasizing about the morning she caught me jerking off in the shower.
And practically every day since then.
Sometimes twice.
“Open for me,” I tell her as I fist my cock.
She does as I request, eagerly parting her lips as she peers up at me with her captivating green eyes. Every touch, every look between us is a battle of restraint.
One I fear I’ll lose before the night is over, especially when I bring my erection up to her mouth and she swipes her tongue along the tip.
“Jesus,” I hiss, the subtle touch sending my pulse skyrocketing. I cup her head as I guide my arousal past her lips, her mouth widening to take me. “That’s it,” I encourage. “Relax your jaw.”
She does as I instruct, allowing me to ease inside her mouth. With every inch, her eyes widen even more, her tongue teasing and torturing me.
“That’s it. That’s good.” I run my free hand along the curve of her jaw, encouraging her to relax, not breaking my gaze from hers. “You should see yourself right now, Haley. See how good you take my cock.”
She moans, attempting to bob against me.
“Mmm. You like that, don’t you? Like when I tell you how good you are.”
She doesn’t respond. She can’t, not with her mouth full. Instead, she just looks innocently up at me. But I can see the response in her eyes. That she absolutely loves it.
“My wife has a praise kink, doesn’t she?” I grind out, my breathing increasing as desire heats my veins. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. Taking my cock like a good girl.”
Another moan falls from her and she grabs my ass, pulling me even closer, my dick easily hitting the back of her throat. I tighten my grip on her head as I thrust harder and faster. When I notice her squeeze her thighs together, I abruptly step back, pulling my erection from her mouth.
“Spread your legs,” I order through my heavy breaths.
She furrows her brow. “Wha?—”
“I don’t want you doing anything that’s going to dull the hunger building inside of you right now. That includes squeezing your thighs together. So if you want me to get you off again…” I narrow my gaze on her, “Spread. Your. Legs.”
Her gaze meets mine in a challenge, but her body betrays her as she slowly adjusts her position and parts her legs. I can see the fight in her, though, the stubbornness that’s always drawn me to her.
“Wider. I want to see how wet you get from letting me fuck your mouth.”
Without saying a word, she obeys me, parting her legs even further until she’s spread wide open for me. Then she surprises me by reaching between her thighs and spreading her slickness around, coating my cock with it before taking me back into her mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I hiss, cupping her head again as I push in and out of her, taking control of her mouth.
And she lets me use her mouth, just like I fantasized about. But it’s even better than any of my fantasies because of how much she enjoys letting me do this, the vibrations of her moans propelling me higher until I’m teetering perilously close to the point of no return.
Just when I feel like I’m about to lose my mind, I pull out and roughly haul her to her feet. My lips crash down on hers, our tongues colliding in a frenzied dance as we fight for control.
“Why did you stop?” she pants when I tear my lips from hers, both of us gasping for air. “I would have let you come in my mouth.”
If it were possible to get even harder, I probably would have. As it is, the only thing keeping me from coming in my hand is the idea of dead puppies and a lackluster harvest.
“And I love that about you.” I touch my mouth to hers, kissing her softly. “But the first time I come in you after this long, I don’t want it to be your mouth.” I trail a hand along the curve of her frame, her breath catching as I slip a finger between her legs and ease it inside her. “I want it to be in here.”
She whimpers, her breathing increasing as I continue to stretch her, her tight walls pulsing against me.
“Can I do that, Haley?” I scrape my unshaven jawline against her neck, her fair skin reddening under my touch. “Can I come inside you?”
“God, yes.”
I stop my ministrations and meet her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I’m on birth control. I don’t exactly trust condoms anyway, considering that’s how I ended up with Maggie.”
“I’ll wear one if it makes you feel better. Double layer of protection and all that.”
She hoists herself onto her toes, pulling my mouth toward hers. “I appreciate that, but I need to feel you, Beckham. Nothing between us.”
“Nothing between us,” I repeat as I press my mouth to hers and walk her backward toward the bed, carefully lowering her onto the surface.
Crawling between her legs, I bring my erection up to her entrance, teasing her. I keep my gaze locked on her and slowly ease inside. Her lips part around a noiseless gasp as I fill her, inch by incredible inch.
And it is fucking incredible. There’s no other way to describe how she feels around me. Even that feels woefully inadequate for how my body responds to being inside her again after so long.
Once I’m fully seated, a shiver rolls through me. I cover her body with mine, not wanting even a whisper separating us. I gradually retreat before pushing back in, keeping my motions slow and measured to get her used to my size, especially since she hasn’t done this in five years.
“Beckham,” she exhales, moving with the rhythm I set.
“Yeah baby.”
“Please,” she begs, dragging her nails down my back.
I groan, arching into her touch. I never knew a touch could cause such a visceral reaction. No one has ever made me feel anything remotely close to the carnal urges currently swirling inside me.
All the more reason this is a horrible idea. But an even more horrible idea would be depriving myself of this. Because nothing’s ever felt more right than being inside Haley.
“I need you to move. Need to feel you.”
“You do feel me.” I rock my hips even slower. It’s taking everything I have not to slam my cock into her. I want to. But I love seeing the effect I have on her more. Love watching her become completely unhinged with desperation.
“I need more.” She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me closer. “Need it deeper. Harder. Faster.” She grabs my cheeks in her hands. “I need you to fuck your wife.”
I didn’t think it was possible to crave this woman even more, but I was wrong. She knows exactly what to say to get what she wants. She always has.
“If I do that, I can’t make any guarantees you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”
She barks out a laugh. “Is that right? You really think you can fuck me that good?”
I bite back my smile, my heart warming at the challenge in her words. A reminder of who we are to each other. Who we’ve always been. For as long as I can remember, Haley challenged me, made me put my money where my mouth was. And my god, I loved proving her wrong.
Or at least trying to prove her wrong.
But this is one challenge I refuse to lose. My reputation is at stake.
I lean toward her, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and nibbling. “Do you really think you can stand me fucking you that good?”
She digs her nails into my back and drags them down my spine. “Try me, Lawrence.”
“Gladly, McBride.”
In one swift move, I pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach.
“Hands and knees,” I order.
She follows my command, glancing over her shoulder as she spreads her legs for me.
I kneel behind her, teasing her slit with my erection. “Are you sure you really want this?”
“What’s wrong? Worried you won’t measure up to the hype?”
I thrust inside of her in one quick motion, the sudden invasion causing her to scream out.
“Does this feel like I won’t be able to measure up, Haley?”
She buries her face in the pillow, her chest heaving. When she doesn’t immediately answer, I curve over her, taking her ear between my teeth.
“I didn’t quite hear you.”
“No,” she struggles to say.
“What was that?”
“I said, no,” she repeats, her voice muffled.
“I’m sorry. One more time.”
She pulls her head from the pillow, her fiery eyes meeting mine. “I said no. Your dick definitely measures up. Okay, you cocky bastard?”
“No need to get all worked up over it. If my wife wants to be fucked, I’m happy to oblige. After all, you know what they say, don’t you?”
“What’s that?”
“Happy wife. Happy life.” I slowly pull out of her. “And being inside of you definitely makes me happy.”
Gripping her hips, I slam into her, and her cries of pleasure mingle with my labored grunts. But this time, I don’t stop. Don’t pause. Don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I thrust harder, faster, deeper, driven by an insatiable thirst for her.
But no matter how deep I go, it’s still not enough. Still makes me want more. Makes me want to consume every inch of her.
“Beckham,” she pants, her breaths coming out with each punishing thrust. “It’s too good. Why the hell are you so good at this? It’s not fair.”
My chest rumbles with a deep laugh as I lean over her body, smoothing my hands down her arms and intertwining our fingers. “Are you seriously complaining that I’m too good at sex? I’ll stop if you’d prefer.”
“Don’t you dare,” she shouts, somewhat panicked. “Just… Just keep going.”
“Gladly.” I straighten, moving my hands back to her hips and picking up the pace once more.
Her moans echo in the room as she moves against me, every whimper and clenching of her muscles sending my body higher, my balls tightening. Finally, she cries out as she spasms around me, her orgasm ravaging through her.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl, pistoning into her as she continues to convulse. In mere seconds, I join her, spilling into her in one of the most satisfying orgasms of my life.
Neither one of us moves for several long moments, too overwhelmed with sensation. At least I’m too overwhelmed with sensation. I can only hope Haley is, too.
When my tremors finally subside, I pull out of her and carefully help her onto her stomach, peppering soft kisses along her shoulder blades. “Give me a second.”
Leaving a kiss on her smooth skin, I jump out of bed and dash toward the bathroom, grabbing a towel. When I return, I pull her against me and part her thighs, cleaning her up before tossing the towel onto the floor and wrapping her in my arms.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she remarks after several silent moments.
“What’s that?”
“The pillow,” she says drowsily. “It’s in the rules. We’re supposed to sleep with a pillow between us.”
I pull her even closer, circling my hips against her ass, already getting hard again.
Haley laughs softly as she tries to push me away. “Hey now. Rules are rules.”
“True, but if I’m not mistaken, we dispensed with the no-touching rule.” I smooth my hand down her stomach, and she eagerly parts her legs for me. “Perhaps I can make it worth your while to get rid of this one, too.”
When I slip a finger inside her, her head falls onto my shoulder. “Why do I have a feeling you’re going to have me breaking all my rules before our marriage is over?”
I nip at her neck. “Because someone’s got to remind you what it feels like to live a little.”
Then I ease another finger inside of her and make her come again.