Chapter 5
Chapter five
Sara
Istare at myself in the bathroom mirror, wishing I had a DeLorean so I could go back in time and talk some sense into afternoon-me, who packed these granny-jammies.
Literally anything else would be better than the loose, ragged-looking pajama set I chose for this weekend.
I thought about going out there in the fluffy robe The Palmer provided, or maybe wearing my outfit from tonight to bed, but that seemed excessive.
"Maybe this is the cock-blocker you need to knock some sense into you," I tell my reflection.
If my vag had a tongue, she would stick it out at me right now. She's been all hot and bothered since I sat on Hayes's lap at the rehearsal dinner.
You and me both, sister.
This is insanity. You are not going to sleep with Hayes. He is still a stranger, even if he managed to charm everyone in your family, including Jett. Including you, let's be honest.
And what the fuck is he packing between his legs? That felt like a can of soda pushed against my ass.
My heart beats faster because I have never wanted to sleep with someone so badly in my life.
I'm not a virgin, but I am particular about who I have sex with. I’ve never had a one-night stand in my life.
Every boyfriend I've ever had has waited months before we've gone all the way.
And it's not a prude thing. I would never judge my friends or sister.
It's a trust issue, I guess. It was Kyle's major complaint, and I totally understood.
I'm in my thirties and in my sexual prime.
Partners expect sexual activity to be part of the relationship, but even after months, I wasn't ready with him.
And yet the thought of having sex with Hayes makes me almost giddy and so fucking wet, I have to squeeze my thighs together to ease the throbbing between my legs. Greta encouraged me to go for it, but I am worried my heart is a little more invested in this man than I'm willing to admit.
Is it worth it?
I stifle a groan into a towel. As long as he's on the floor and I'm on the bed, there isn't even a chance for sex. I give myself a firm nod in the mirror, resolute with my new plan, and open the bathroom door.
"Sweet mother of God," I whisper and shake my head.
Hayes is sprawled out on his makeshift bed on the floor.
His chest is bare, and the chiseled muscles I admired with his clothes on are now on full, glorious, naked display.
The only thing he's wearing is a pair of tight black boxer briefs, which leave nothing to the imagination, yet provide so much fodder for my sexual fantasies.
He's propped up on some pillows, scrolling through his phone and looking like such a freaking snack that I swear I can feel my ovaries firing out eggs in a desperate attempt to have his babies as soon as possible.
"Nice jammies." Hayes’s deep voice rumbles over me, but the way he's looking at me tells me he's imagining what I look like without them on.
"Thanks," I say, swallowing hard when my voice comes out in a squeak. "Are you comfortable?"
"Nope." Hayes grins at me. "Were you planning to make Jett sleep on the floor?"
I bite my lip, trying not to smile. "Jett was going to camp and use my shower tomorrow morning."
Hayes nods, grinning at me while I hop from foot to foot, totally unsure of what to do with my body.
"Are you done in there?"
"Yes, all yours." My voice comes out too chipper.
I clasp my hands together nervously before walking to the bed.
Hayes stands up and, try as I might to keep my eyes focused on the pillow in my hand, I find my gaze glued to his firm ass instead. He stops walking, and I glance up to find him staring at me.
"You like what you see, Sara?" Hayes strikes an exaggerated pose, jutting his butt out.
I shrug, rolling my eyes as I fight a smile. "You have a nice ass."
"Thank you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about getting my hands on yours all night." Hayes turns to face me as he leans against the doorjamb of the bathroom.
I swallow hard to keep my tongue from literally hanging out of my mouth.
"How firm are you on not sharing the bed tonight? Because I'd really like to worship your perfect ass."
Yes.
I'm not sure who moves first, but I think it's me.
We meet in the middle of the room, a tangle of limbs, lips, and tongues, his fingers flying across my body as he undresses me in ten seconds flat.
I run my hands over the deep plains and valleys of his hard chest, my core throbbing with an intensity I have never experienced in my life.
Hayes cups my breast, pinching my nipple with gentle pressure, and I moan loudly.
I pull back, panting, and Hayes captures my mouth with his again, swallowing my moans as his hands slide over my body.
He grips my ass cheeks with both hands, grabbing hard, and I gasp, my desire dripping down my thighs.
"Mine," he growls, pulling me toward him.
"Yours," I whisper, shocked at how much I mean it. Not just my body, but also my heart.
I can't say that out loud, so I slide my hand between us, gasping as I grip his massive coke, I mean cock, straining against his underwear.
Holy shit. I drop to my knees, noticing a large wet spot on the dark fabric of his underwear near the outline of his thick tip. I suck the head of his cock into my mouth through his underwear, moaning as I lick the salty spot with my tongue.
Oh, God. I'm a goner.
Sliding his underwear down, I grip his thick length in my fist. I wrap my mouth around the head, his skin smooth and velvety in my mouth.
The saltiness of his pre-cum hits my tongue as I suck and lick along his shaft.
He's so big, I have to use my hand to jack him off at the base to give my jaw a break.
I bob up and down, becoming more feral with each dip of my head.
"Oh, fuck, Sara. You are so good at this."
His praise spurs me on, and I soften my throat, taking him as deep as I can.
When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, milking his cock like I'm trying to drown with him in my mouth.
"Oh, fuck." Hayes pulls back quickly, picking me up like I weigh nothing, and my inner-curvy girl lets out a squeal of glee.
I wrap my legs around him, his hard bulge wedged against my soaked core as he leads me to the bed. I moan from the friction on my clit and suck on his neck, still dazed from the way he cut off my oxygen for a moment as I try to catch my breath.
Hayes lays me gently on the bed. His weight is heavy on top of me, and I've never felt so safe in my life.
He kisses me hard, swirling his tongue with mine. My core throbs with a building pressure so intense that I force him to stay on top of me, even as he tries to slide down my body.
"I need you to fuck me." My breathing is hard, my voice tight and needy.
He gazes down at me, his eyes dark with hungry need. "I'm big, so we need to get you wet."
"I'm wet."
His eyes travel the length of my body. He places his finger against my lips, and I open instinctively, sucking it into my mouth.
"Good girl," Hayes says with a low breath of air as he watches me.
I let go with a loud pop, and he scoots to the side.
His hand slides down my body in agonizing slow torture.
I'm heady from the anticipation. Desperate for a lick of pain to ground me in the moment, I pinch my nipples sharply.
I arch off the bed, primed for his touch as his finger moves over my clit.
He growls, kissing along my neck as my chest heaves, and I watch his eyes close when he slides along my slit.
"You are wet, sweetness," Hayes says, his voice gravelly as he explores the most intimate part of my body with a reverence that both thrills and terrifies me. "So fucking perfect."
Then his finger is inside me, thrusting in and out of my dripping core as my wanton moans echo off the walls.
"Oh, God!" I grip his wrist, not pulling him away, but wanting to feel him fuck me with his finger. My breathing is fast and shallow.
He presses his thumb against my clit as he slides a second finger into my throbbing entrance.
"Oh, God!" I repeat, like I'm stuck on some kind of pleasure setting.
I want to tell him to stop messing around. To get his cock inside me and show me what he can do with it, but my orgasm is barreling down on me, and all I can do is hold on for the ride.
Hayes leans forward, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. I moan, rocking my hips to ride his hand. He bites gently on the hard bud, sending me over the edge.
I squeeze my eyes shut, calling out his name as a cascade of pleasure rocks my body. My core throbs around his fingers, sucking him inside me, and he moans against my chest.
"Good girl," Hayes praises, his thumb rubbing tiny circles against my clit until my breathing stutters.
"Fuck me," I beg, greedy for more.
He raises his head to kiss me softly on the mouth. I kiss along his jaw, the light stubble from his incoming beard scratchy against my lips. I wish I had let him go down on me so I could feel it between my thighs.
Hayes grins, rolling to his knees as I open my legs wide for him.
He rocks back on his heels, gazing down at the mess he's made of me as he mumbles about my gorgeous pussy, dripping honey, and the wonders of fate.
I try to follow what he's saying, but he's speaking quietly, almost like a prayer, and I can't catch everything.
He rubs his fingers through my release and shows them to me. They glisten, and I bite my lip as he puts them into his mouth.
"Fucking delicious." He moans and climbs up my body so fast that I let out a startled yelp. As he slides on top of me, I wrap my legs around him, desperate to feel him inside me.
He puts his forehead to mine for a long moment before kissing me roughly. My core tingles with anticipation.
"Ready?"