Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Leighton
The kids are having dinner at Art and Julianna’s tonight, which hasn’t done much for my anxiety level. And now I’m waiting for Hayes to get here and hopefully distract me—preferably with his dick or tongue—or even better, both.
I’m too young to get a hot flash, but every time I think about us in that closet, my entire body feels as if it’s about to go up in flames.
The doorbell rings, and I bolt off the couch, sprinting before forcing myself into a walk, telling myself I don’t want to seem too eager, but who am I kidding? This has been a decade in the making.
I pull the door open, and there he is, hair damp from showering after his workout, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt.
Hayes’s gaze rolls down my body like a wave and back up. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I purposely wore my white tank top sans bra and the same pajamas he couldn’t get enough of the first time he came over. The pajama top is unbuttoned so it hangs open. “You have a key. You can use it.”
He shrugs. “Felt weird. I’m here for a date, not to take care of the kids.” He’s still standing on the other side of the door.
“Why are you still over there?”
He shrugs again.
Why is this so awkward?
“You haven’t invited me in.”
I grab his T-shirt and pull him into the house, shutting the door.
Then I trap him against the wall for a change and press my lips to his.
He takes my not-so-subtle signs and slides his tongue into my mouth.
His hands drift to my ass, pulling me up from the floor, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
God, I can’t get enough of him. Our kiss is so frantic, it’s practically bruising, and when he ends the kiss, I groan.
“Fuck, I’m already rock-hard.”
“Sorry.” This whole being-horny-for-him-all-the-time thing is a little surprising for me too.
“Don’t apologize, that was hot as fuck. You can throw me around anytime.”
I smile and bite my lip, still a touch embarrassed even if he liked it. My body is humming to feel him inside me again.
I slide my hand between us and cup his thick length. “I love this easy access.”
“That wasn’t my intention when I got dressed. You know we don’t have to…”
I arch an eyebrow. “You don’t want to?”
“No, I want to, I just don’t want you to think I’m only here for that.”
“Oh.” I wave him off. “I don’t.”
I inch forward to kiss him again, and he rears his head back.
“Is there a problem?” I frown.
He shakes his head, but sighs.
I loosen my legs and climb off of him. “What is it?”
“Vega got fired today.”
“Shit.” I walk farther into the house, and he follows me into the kitchen.
“I was riding high after everything that happened with us and my mom. I felt like today was the best day ever, but then bam. We were told it was something with the upper office. An argument. The details are sketchy about whether he was fired or quit, but whatever it was, it’s obvious they weren’t going to come to an understanding.
So, now they’re trying to find an interim manager for the rest of the year. ”
I go over to the fridge and pull out a water and a beer. “Which one?”
“Beer, please.” He props himself up on the counter, and I grab two beers and walk over to him. “I’m ruining our time together.”
“No, you’re not.”
I hand him his beer, and he twists off the cap before taking a long pull. Then he grabs mine and twists off the cap before handing it back to me. I scoot up on the counter next to him.
“This could be a good thing,” I say, trying to see the silver lining.
“Or it could be a manager who already has an opinion on me based on last year.”
“But you’ve already made up for that this year. Any manager who comes in will know that last year was a one-off.”
He kisses my cheek. “You’re sweet.”
“I’m serious. You’re doing the work and making good choices. If he doesn’t like you or wants to put you in some designated box, then fuck him.”
He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. “God, Leighton, why is it so sexy when you swear?”
I smile and hop down from the counter. “It could end up being a better manager, you know. One who is more on your side than Vega.”
He tilts his head in agreement. “True.”
“Let’s eat your feelings and see that there could be a brighter side to this.” I reach for some chips from the cabinet, stretching, trying to get a finger on the bag, but still having no luck.
“Take off your shirt.” His voice is deeper, more commanding, and my nipples pebble at just the sound of it. I turn to him, and he’s staring at where my tank is rising up my stomach. “Please?”
I drop down to flat feet and turn to face him. His gaze is on my tits. Slowly, I slide my arms out of my pajama shirt, letting the fabric drop to the floor and leaving me in my white tank top.
“You had to go no bra, didn’t you?” His tongue slides out of his mouth and runs along his bottom lip.
The sight of it makes the space between my legs ache in the best way.
I guess the entire manager dilemma is done, and we’re back to us.
I shrug. “You said you wanted to see my tits.”
Using that word feels a little weird. I’ve never been one to talk dirty or be vocal when it came to sex.
“I can’t wait to feel the weight of them in my palms.” He sucks in a breath and crooks his finger at me.
I walk over to him, and his eyes never stray from my tits.
When I get close, he slinks down from the counter. “Do you know how sexy you are?”
I’m not sure how to answer. I’ve never felt sexy except when he looks at me. Cute is the word I hear most often, never sexy.
He brushes his finger over my shirt where my pebbled nipples poke out. I inhale a sharp breath.
“You like that?” His brown eyes seem even darker somehow.
I nod. He does it again, earning the same reaction, except this time my back arches into his hands, wanting more.
With his left hand, he palms my breast, running his thumb over my nipple with such soft pressure, my pussy quivers.
A wicked grin crosses his face, and he dips his head, taking my right nipple into his mouth through my tank top.
Oh shit, that feels really, really good.
He swings an arm around my waist, lifting me and propping me up on the counter, mouth still on my breast.
“Perfection,” he murmurs against the wet fabric, grabbing the hem of my shirt and slowly pulling it up my body.
I raise my hands, and he tosses it somewhere behind us.
Then he stares at my tits for a moment before lifting his gaze to mine. “Just like I imagined when I was beating off all these years.”
The thought of him masturbating to thoughts of me makes that quiver in my pussy turn into an ache.
I take his hand and bring it to my breast. “They’re yours now.”
His lids grow heavy, and he pinches my nipple. “Fuck yeah, they are.”
Then he takes my hand and leads it down his chest to the waistband of his sweats. He’s going commando, and his hot, thick cock twitches in my palm. “And this is yours.”
I’m not sure I can breathe. This is really happening, right?
He slips my hand out of his pants and picks me up, carrying me over to the couch. But he doesn’t place me on the cushions. Instead, he lets my feet hit the floor and falls to his knees before me.
Staring up at me, he hooks his fingers on either side of my pajama pants, sliding them down my legs. He doesn’t look at my pussy slowly being revealed, as if he wants to see it bared for him all at once.
Our gaze holds, and after I step out of my pants, he gives me another wicked grin before he presses a kiss to my stomach and leans back. “Sit down, babe.”
I do.
Then he spreads my legs and takes in all of me. And I mean all. The impulse to shut my legs rears up, but when I see the awe on his face, I relax.
“I bet you taste like fucking heaven.” He swings my legs over his shoulders. His thumb traces circles over my clit, and my head falls back against the cushions, my eyes closed. “Oh no, you’re going to watch.”
I pick up my head and watch him play with my pussy, knowing even my fantasies haven’t been this good. His touch is slow and methodical, taking the time to learn what I like and what pleases me. I’m slowly breaking apart, and his mouth hasn’t even been on me yet.
Hayes looks up at me, making sure I’m watching as he leans in closer. And when his tongue laps at my pussy, the air leaves my lungs in short, shallow bursts. Any other thoughts I had scatter like sparks from a fire as he drags me closer to the edge.
“Hayes.” His name is barely audible as my hands fall to his head.
My orgasm builds, wave by wave, with every stroke of his tongue, suck on my clit. His fingers dig into my ass, bringing my pussy closer to him.
And then I’m dangling from that cliff, and every time he glances up at me and our eyes meet, I slip a little more until he sucks hard on my clit, and I’m falling off the cliff. I don’t cry out, I whimper, my orgasm traveling through me with hard, undulating waves instead of a bolt of electricity.
He slows his pace before falling back to his heels. His mouth is wet with my juices, and as though I didn’t just come, I am desperate to have him inside me.
“Jesus, Leighton, I’m about to come in my fucking pants.”
“How about my mouth instead?”
His mouth falls open, and I slide down to the floor, making him trade spots with me.
We make the best of our time before the kids return. Three orgasms for me, two for him, but not nearly enough, since I still crave him even more.