Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Leif
From Player to Something More
The impromptu trip to my parents’ house is more for Hailey than for me. She needs to see she’s not alone. That I’m not the only person in her corner.
My family has always welcomed her, always loved her. And we don’t have much time before I have to report to training camp, so this—bringing her here, giving her something new, something permanent to hold on to—this feels right.
The helicopter lands smoothly on the private pad behind the house. The rhythmic thrum of the rotors fades as I unclip Hailey’s seatbelt, removing the headphones from her head.
She looks sleepy and soft, her sundress rumpled, her hair a little wild from my hands.
“The house is exactly as I remember—grand, sprawling, old money wrapped in modern elegance,” she murmurs through a yawn.
I smirk, brushing my knuckles along her jaw. “It’s not old money. My parents worked their asses off for everything they have.”
Athletes sacrifice everything. Their bodies, their family time, their mental peace. They give up their normal to be the best. That’s exactly what my parents did.
I shoulder our bags and take her hand, leading her toward the house. Thankfully, we don’t get tackled by anyone on arrival. Not sure who is here just yet, but I don’t want to find out until after I’ve settled Hailey in my room. My room. Fuck, this time she’s not staying in the guest house. Nope, she’s going to my room, with me.
By the time we make it upstairs, she barely manages to kick off her shoes before face-planting onto the bed.
I smirk, watching her breathe slow, even. Completely spent. She looks soft like this. Unarmored. So mine.
Mine.
I sit on the edge of the bed, trailing my knuckles down her bare thigh, watching the way her skin reacts. “Baby, you need pajamas or at least a shirt. Not that dress.”
She groans into the pillow. “Just take off my dress. I can’t move.”
I grin. “Really, you just want me to do whatever I want?”
She lets out a dramatic sigh. “As long as you make me come, yep.”
A low growl rumbles in my throat. “Were you planning on finger-fucking yourself while you were sleeping, Hailey Bean?”
“Obviously,” she mumbles. “It’s been too many minutes since the last time I came, and I’m needy again.”
Fuck.
This woman is going to be the death of me. I groan, gripping the hem of her dress, pushing it up slowly, exposing her toned legs, the curve of her ass. Her panties are already drenched from earlier. I press a kiss to her knee, then to her thigh, inhaling her scent. My cock twitches, throbbing against my zipper, demanding attention. But I rein it in.
She needs rest. But she also told me exactly what she wanted. As I debate, her voice comes out wrecked, sleepy, but firm.
“Leif, I need your fingers and your mouth. Pronto.”
My grip tightens on her hip.
“You don’t tell me what you need, baby,” I warn, voice low, dark. “I decide what I’m going to do with you—how I’m going to make you feel good, to worship you.”
Then I reach into my bag, pulling out one of the vibrators I stole from her drawer. Her breath stutters. I flick the setting to low—barely a whisper of sound.
Then, gently, slowly, I press it against her swollen clit. Her body reacts immediately. A sharp inhale, a shift of her hips. She’s already close, already wound so fucking tight from the teasing.
“Back against the mattress, open your legs wide, baby.”
She obeys, moving sluggishly, her limbs loose, pliant, trusting. I tug her dress up higher, finally pulling it over her head, baring her completely. Now she’s naked on my bed.
I palm her perfect tits, rolling her nipple between my fingers while the vibrator hums against her clit.
She whimpers, back arching, grinding against it.
“Look at you.” My voice is all hunger, all pride. “So fucking desperate for me. You like this, don’t you? Being my good girl while I play with your pretty little cunt?”
Her breath hitches.
I press my mouth to her nipple, sucking hard, biting down just enough to make her gasp.
“You want my fingers stretching you open, don’t you?” I murmur, my voice vibrating against her skin. “Want to feel them inside while you come all over my tongue?”
She nods frantically, panting.
Not good enough.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” I flick my tongue over her peak, then bite.
“Yes! Fuck, Leif, please?—”
“Good fucking girl.”
I slide two fingers inside her so easily, she’s already dripping down my hand. She cries out, hips rolling, taking everything I give her. I thrust slow, stretching her, curling my fingers just right, letting the vibrator pulse against her clit in perfect sync with every deep stroke.
Her moans turn into gasped, incoherent words.
“You love this, don’t you?” I press deeper, letting her ride my hand, my tongue still working over her nipples.
“Fuck—yes?—”
“You love how I stretch this needy little pussy, love how I fuck you open with my fingers.”
She whimpers, thighs trembling.
I grin against her skin. “Bet you can already feel how full my cock is gonna make you.”
She shatters, coming hard, her body pulsing around my fingers, her hips rocking against the vibrator.
I groan, watching her fall apart, drinking in every sound, every fucking twitch of her perfect body.
I slow my fingers, working her through it, letting her feel every last ounce of pleasure. Then I slide them out, bringing them to her lips.
“Suck, baby. Show me how good you taste.”
Her eyes flutter open, barely focused, completely gone.
But she obeys, taking my fingers into her mouth, licking, sucking, moaning around them.
I watch, cock throbbing, barely holding on to the last thread of control I have. I’m so close to shoving down my pants and thrusting my cock inside her mouth, deep-throating her, making her choke on me—having her take me.
“Fuck.” My voice is rough, dark. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
Her lips are still wrapped around my fingers, sucking like she’s been trained for it, her tongue flicking over my skin, licking up every drop of herself.
Good fucking girl.
But I’m not done with her.
Not even close.
I slide my fingers free from her mouth, watching the way her lips shine, the way her breath stutters, her thighs still twitching from the orgasm I just gave her.
“You think we’re finished, baby?” I murmur, dragging my fingers down her throat, feeling her pulse hammer beneath my touch.
She blinks up at me, dazed.
I reach into my bag, pulling out the bigger vibrator. The moment she sees it, her breath catches. Oh, she knows what’s coming.
“You like this one, don’t you?” I flick the switch, the low, deep hum filling the space between us. “Been fucking yourself with this one? Humping your pillows, crying into your sheets, wishing it was my cock?”
She whimpers, thighs clenching, her body already begging for it. I press the tip to her still-sensitive clit, letting it vibrate against her swollen bud. She gasps, body arching off the mattress.
“Oh, you’re still so sensitive, aren’t you?” I coo, rubbing the head of the toy in lazy circles, watching her squirm.
She tries to grind against it, chase the pleasure, but I pull back—just enough to make her whimper.
She glares, breathless. “Leif, stop teasing.”
I smirk, pressing the vibrator just barely inside her, watching the way her body fights to pull it in.
“You don’t tell me what to do, baby.”
Her breath comes in fast, shallow pants, her hips tilting up, begging.
I grip her thighs, spreading them wider, my voice dropping. “You want it, sweetheart? You wanna be my filthy little girl and take it?”
She nods frantically, whimpering.
Not enough.
I slap the inside of her thigh lightly, just enough to make her jolt. “Words, Hailey. I wanna hear you beg for it.”
She lets out a wrecked little moan, her hands fisting the sheets. “Please, Leif. Please fuck me with it. Please?—”
I press the vibrator deeper.
Her mouth drops open, a choked sound ripping from her throat.
“That’s it, baby. Take it.” I push it in further, watching the way her greedy little cunt stretches around it, sucking it in.
She moans loudly, thrashing beneath me, already wrecked.
“You love this, don’t you? Love being spread open on your favorite toy while I watch?” I press it in a little deeper, thumb circling her clit, drawing out every little sound I want from her.
She’s panting, moaning, desperate.
I turn up the setting.
Her body seizes, her head jerking back, her back arching. “Fuck. Leif—oh my God?—”
I grip her jaw, making her look at me, forcing her to focus on nothing but me while I fuck her open with the toy.
“You gonna come for me again, baby? You gonna soak this toy while I watch?”
She nods frantically, thighs trembling, her whole body tight.
“Say it.”
Her voice comes out wrecked. “Yes—fuck—gonna come—please?—”
“Do it.”
She shatters, her pussy clenching around the toy, her body convulsing beneath me, her moan turning into a desperate, broken sob.
I work her through it, letting her ride every pulse, every wave, until she collapses against the bed, wrecked. Slowly, I pull the vibrator out, watching the way her pussy clenches, greedy for more. And fuck if I didn’t wish it was my cock inside her.
I press a filthy, possessive kiss to her inner thigh.
Then, I bring the vibrator to her lips.
“Suck it clean, baby.”
Her eyes widen, but she obeys, taking it into her mouth, licking herself off it, her tongue swirling over the head.
I groan, my cock so fucking hard it hurts.
“Goddamn, Hailey.” I grip my cock through my pants, watching her suck, her lips stretched, her tongue teasing.
She pulls back with a wet pop, licking the last drop off her lips.
I growl.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
She grins lazily. “You love it.”
I hover over her, grabbing her wrists, pinning her down.
“Yeah, baby. I do.”
She sighs in her sleep, completely spent.
That’s how I want her.
Wrecked.
Mine.
I clean her up with a towel, then grab one of my shirts from my bag, slipping it over her head, dressing her like she belongs to me. Because she does. Once she’s tucked in, I lean down, brushing my lips against her forehead.
“Rest, baby. I’ll be back.”
“You’re not staying with me?” she almost whimpers at the loss.
“No, sweetheart. If I do, I won’t let you rest.” I kiss her temple. “Be a good girl and rest. I’ll bring you lunch a little later.”