Chapter 19
COLLINS
“Lay back,” he urges. “Against the pillows.”
Inhaling, I hesitate. Just briefly. Enough that my lizard brain is pushed aside long enough for my logic to intrude.
This is Hayes. My sister’s best friend. Do I really want to do this? Cross this boundary.
My pussy says yes.
“Nervous?” he teases and I glare at him. It seems to be the right response because he laughs and I lean back.
“No touching,” I repeat. “Completely separate.”
He palms his cock, and I suddenly wish I was his hand. “Think of it like another dance. Private. For my eyes only. Just my words and your dripping pussy.”
Swallowing, I screw my eyes shut. “Why? I can handle my needs on my own.” I can’t—not really. I tend to get super anxious when I go too long or impulsive.
“Because you’re my fiancée,” he murmurs, words caressing my skin like a lover’s touch.
Leaning back, my knees part and I exhale.
“And she’s very greedy. If I don’t take care of her, she’ll try to fuck some poor asshat.
And then, I’ll have to kill him. And frankly, I’m too fucking tired for a clean-up. This is much better.”
My body tightens. He’d kill for me?
“Open those eyes for me, baby.” My eyes flutter and look over at him and his twisting grip. I moan despite myself. “Remove your dress. Slowly.”
A dance. A private dance. That’s all this is.
Except the hunger in his eyes burns into my body, boiling my blood and turning my insides to mush. Everything is on edge as if I’ve been struck by lightning and my shaking fingers tremble, reaching for my sleeves.
Kneeling, I let one fall slowly, fingers darting over my collarbone to the next shoulder. This one I drag down, almost timidly, looking up under thick eyelashes at my admirer.
Like at the club he watches, legs spread, face amused. But it’s the set of his jaw, the flaring of his nostrils and the narrowing of his gaze that tells me this isn’t for me. This is for him—he’s as turned on as I am.
I pause enough to cause him to groan.
“Stop thinking, viper,” he commands.
“I’m not thinking.”
“God, you really are a bad liar.” He tsks. “You make this little frown, almost a pout when you think too hard. Newsflash: this isn’t a thinking moment. It’s a feeling moment.”
“I do not.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Fine. Two can play that game.” I sit up higher, dress clutched in one hand against my chest. “I know when you’re serious because you get this little line between your eyebrows. I’m probably the only person who knows that.”
Hayes laughs, nodding to himself. “Yeah, you probably are. Are you done?”
Primly, I sniffle, turning my head away. “Yes.”
“Good. Now listen to my words. Follow my directions.” His voice lowers and gooseflesh breaks out over my arms like an arctic breeze has drifted over me. “And I can guarantee you’ll cum harder than you’ve ever had before.”
Licking my lips, I nod. He smiles at my acceptance.
“Now, take off the dress. Slowly, baby. I want to enjoy my gift.”
I shove all doubt, logic, every single sane thought into the deepest corner of my mind and ignore the warning signals that all this could blow up in my face. I should stop it—be the logical woman I usually am.
But I can’t. Not when it’s Hayes. Not when I want this too much to deny.
The dress drops down my torso, my breasts held back by a scrap of white lace. The blue drifts over my hips, and my fingers trace patterns into my skin. Hayes’ breathing changes, heavy, full of need. I smile, despite myself.
I’ve always liked the attention. But to have Hayes so trapped? Nothing beats this.
I shimmy the dress lower, letting it get tangled on my thighs. Sitting down, I cross my legs, pulling the fabric free. Now in just my lacy bra and matching panties, I lean against my plush pillows, locking eyes with my fake fiancé and open my legs.
The evidence of my arousal seeps through the lace. I’m drenched. His sharp intake of breath lets me know he sees it too.
“Very good,” he praises and I grin, emboldened. It’s not just me who is affected by this—he is too. And God, that’s better than anything else. “Open them wider. Let me see what only I get.”
My body flushes, from my cheeks to my toes. My knees pull further apart and he licks his lips.
“Pull those panties to the side, baby. I want to see you—all of you.”
One finger runs over my stomach, dipping into my belly button before reaching the top of my panties. Slowly, I trace my covered seam, body sizzling with the contact before curling one finger to the side and pulling it wide.
He exhales harshly while I inhale, as if I can steal his breath.
Here I am, open and bare to my sister’s best friend. To a man capable of murder. Someone who I’ve thought of, intimately, in this bed, and now, I’m letting him see my pussy as it drips all over.
“Fucking hell.” He tugs on his hair, the grip painful. “God, you have a fantastic pussy.”
“You’ve seen it on stage,” I say, voice sultry. Deeper. It’s the voice of a woman giving into the darkness.
He shakes his head, eyes never leaving me. “You on stage is a beautiful thing, Collins. But the lights, your act, doesn’t let anyone see much.” He swallows thickly. “Right now, it’s my fucking Mecca and I’m trying like Hell not to fall to my knees before it.”
He gestures to the toy beside me. “Pick up the toy, viper.”
Biting my lower lip, I begin to tug my bottoms off.
He holds up a hand. “No. Leave them on.” My body purrs.
The toy buzzes to life in my hand. I lower it to my pussy, running the tip along my covered slit. My body goes rigid, contact so great my eyes roll into the back of my skull.
Hayes nods appreciatively, humming his satisfaction. It’s taking everything in him not to claim me—this, but he holds firm, keeping his promise.
I do it a few times, the touch teasing my senses. My back arches, breaths short before he interrupts. “Put it inside you, Collins. Pull those dainty little panties to the side so I can see you take it.” He tugs his hair again, frustrated. “I fucking need to see this.”
His desperation fuels me. I hook my fingers again, pulling the fabric until my toy can enter. It’s sudden, the intrusion, and my body clamps down as I gasp against the spike in pain.
“My poor viper,” he chuckles darkly. “If the size of this toy gives you trouble, how will you take my cock?” He continues to stroke his dick and my core clenches.
Pulling the toy out, I ease it back in, moaning. “I never said—"
“Don’t worry, Collins.” He licks his lip, watching me slowly play. “You’d look so good, filled with my cock. We’d make it fit.”
Wet noises float through the room as I pant, letting the tip of the dolphin touch my clit, buzzing with each thrust. I’m soaked and the toy glides through my folds effortlessly.
“You look good wide open like that, Collins. How does it feel?”
I shake my head, stripped bare as our eyes meet. “Horrible.”
He pouts playfully. “We don’t lie to our future spouses, sweetheart.”
The toy increases in speed and my body starts to unfurl, feeling the tingle of an orgasm starting. My fingers tremble and my pussy flutters, eager for more.
“Look at it slide through that wet fucking mess,” he praises. “All this for me? There’s no way you’d last without a release.”
“I could have,” I pant.
He tsks. “No lying. God, you really are terrible at it.” He leans forward, elbows digging into his thighs.
“You’re a needy slut, ready to be filled.
You’d die without a cock inside you. And considering I don’t fucking share, this is what you get.
Your fiancé watching you take a blue dildo while he fucks his palm to it.
” He laughs quietly. “Though I will say, I’m pretty happy with how the events of the night unfolded. ”
“Shut up,” I breathe. “I’m fucking close and I don’t need you ruining it.”
“Ruining it?” He snorts. “Ruining it would be this.”
He’s there, hand grabbing the toy, pulling it free from my pussy. Startled, I jerk up, eyes wide, tears forming at the corners.
“Hayes, wait—”
“Ruining it would be taking this little toy away.” He smiles, lips brushing my cheek. “Ruining it would be forbidding you from ever touching yourself again. And if you think I’m not crazy enough to stay up for days on end to make sure it happened, you don’t know me very well.”
The line is between his brows. He means every word.
Panting, I shake my head. But no words form.
“Words, baby. Tell me. Do you want me to ruin this?”
“No!” I shout, body shaking, the denied orgasm just out of reach. I physically ache at the abrupt stop.
“Good girl.” He uses one hand to push me down, the other hand slowly pushing the toy back inside me. He hovers, greedy eyes taking all this in, fascinated by it.
Legs spread, chest heavy, I wrap my palm around his wrist as he begins to fuck me with the toy. I try to care—to form guilt, shame—but all I feel is euphoria at finally being filled again.
Hayes’ scent—clean, fresh, woodsy—surrounds me and I inhale, letting him play with my body as if it was designed for him.
“Now, this, Collins,” he says quietly, “is true fucking art. Your pussy sucking in this toy, dripping all over my hand. She’s hungry for me. And all you have to do is say the word and it’s yours.”
Say the word? “No,” I moan, body tightening. He responds, knowing what my body needs, increasing the speed, his cock pushing into my thigh. Fuck, what would it feel like to have that inside me?
He laughs. “Fine. An easier question, then. Have you fucked yourself to me before?”
I shake my head instinctively, but he grabs my chin, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. I smell my arousal on his fingers. “You’ll learn, baby, that I don’t like to be lied to. Otherwise, I might take this toy away right before you finish. That wouldn’t feel good, would it?”
He pulls it out of my pussy just the tiniest bit and frustrated tears fall. No, no not again.
His gaze holds me captive, daring me to deny him. “Want to try again?”
I nod, practically pleading. “I did.” God, please just let me finish.
“You did, what?”
He’s toying with me. The bastard wants me to say it.
“I fucked myself to you.”
He presses the toy back inside, fully sheathed inside my pussy and I groan. This feels too good, I don’t want him to stop. I’ll say whatever I need to, just so he keeps doing this.
He presses the toy to my clit and I moan, low and wanton. My legs open wider and he chuckles. His eyes don’t leave my slit, tongue darting out as if he can taste my release in the air.
“Did you scream my name?”
“Yes.” The orgasm is building hard and fast, like an incoming angry wave and I’m ready to let it pull me down into the surf.
“Good. Do it again.” He twists the toy and rubs that spot.
Everything fires. Lightning strikes and I scream his name, loudly, as the walls shake with my explosion. It’s hot and cold and I see blinding white stars as I fully surrender to the orgasm.
Dropping back, my eyes flutter and I lay there, spent. He removes the toy from me, and licks it clean. When he sees me staring, he winks. “You taste like Heaven, viper. Like I’d waste that?”
He lifts the glasses from my face, pulling the covers up to my chin. I should shower—I’m drenched in sweat and release, but I can barely form words and my eyes are dropping.
“See? You needed that.” He presses a chaste kiss to my forehead. “I know you, Collins. Rest. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I don’t respond, eyes closing, mind blank for the first time ever as he turns toward the bathroom.