Hayes
twenty
Paige tries to cover a big yawn a little after midnight.
We’ve been making the rounds at the party for hours, taking congratulations and questions from anyone who manages to grab our attention for more than a passing moment.
She’s been a perfect date, completely at ease making conversation with strangers and finding common ground with business associates and industry professionals alike.
She’s completely blown my low expectations for her addition to my responsibilities as the business owner out of the water.
I think I’ve even enjoyed myself, all because she was willing to share the brunt of the social obligation with me.
But now my focus is on her, and I need to take that yawn seriously.
“Tired, angel?”
“I can rally. Don’t you worry about me.” She rests her head on my shoulder and squeezes my arm.
I kiss her forehead while she’s close.
“I want you to enjoy this party and the company you’ve pushed to be even better because you believed in their products. I love hearing the gratitude each member of the company expresses for what you’ve done. This wouldn’t be possible without you, so soak it in.”
My chest expands with pride as she speaks. I’ve never needed anyone’s affirmation for my work before, but hearing her now does something to me that breaks down any barriers I may have had left where she is concerned.
“I believe we’ve more than fulfilled our obligations for this party and can make an exit whenever you’re ready,” I tell her, running my finger along her arm.
Her soft skin rises in goosebumps, her responsiveness to my touch giving me all sorts of ideas that require the loss of this dress.
“Fuck it, let’s get out of here,” I say, my mind made up.
She gives me a knowing grin and nods. “I’m ready. So ready.” Her husky voice makes my dick throb on the spot.
I tuck her against me and make the agonizingly slow trek through the crowded venue with impatience. Even the valet takes too long, my unrest manifesting in my fingers drumming along Paige’s shoulder as we wait.
She covers my tapping fingers with her little hand, stilling my movements.
“It’s just time, Hayes. We have plenty of it, so stop trying to rush. It’s making you agitated. Slow your thoughts and let the delay be more of our foreplay.”
I look down at her to see a smile raising one side of her mouth.
“How are you the expert now? You just completely changed my whole outlook.”
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this. For you. I’m enjoying the anticipation.”
This woman. I face her, running my hands up her bare arms until I cup her face. I lean in slowly, working through my desire to rush in and claim her, and slant my mouth over hers. Her hands grip my wrists as she opens to my tongue, taking me in and claiming every part of my soul with a kiss.
Someone clears their throat. “Sir?”
I slowly end our kiss, pulling away with my eyes still locked on Paige’s face.
“I’m a little busy.”
“Your car is here, but please take your time.”
I look over at the valet, a kid in his early twenties who probably just drove the most expensive car he’s ever seen tonight, and nod.
“Thank you.”
I tip him and help Paige into the car before taking my spot behind the wheel.
It’s a maddening feeling to drive the speed limit when the roads are wide open and begging me to speed home where I can have Paige all to myself in whatever way she allows.
Paige trails her hand along my thigh, edging closer and closer to my dick that begs to be released.
I do what she suggested, savoring every moment, every touch, and fight to keep my impatience at bay because she’s right.
This is the most intense foreplay to be performed by two people barely touching each other.
I’m completely tuned into her by the time we get home, hearing each hitch of her breath when my hand skims under the slit of her dress and rests heavy and warm on her thigh.
Our kisses begin before we even leave the garage, her shoes dangling off her fingers and dropping in the hallway as soon as we make it inside.
Cerberus greets us at the door, but he only gets a cursory pet from us both and a command to stay before we’ve mounted the stairs.
It takes no time at all to get to the bedroom, the bed looking like an inviting altar where I will finally be able to worship Paige as she deserves.
Our hands are rushing now, skimming over each other, and we kiss like our lives depend on the connection.
I’m hunting for a zipper on the back of Paige’s dress when she presses her hand to my chest and breaks our kiss.
“It’s a corset. You’ll have to unlace me,” she says, her eyes flickering with heat.
She slowly turns her back to me, her hands lifting her hair and pulling it all over one shoulder to expose her back. I’m shucking off my jacket and working on my shirt buttons when she looks over her bare shoulder at me.
“Undress me, please.”
“Fuck yes.”
My impatience for my own clothes finally breaks me and I yank my shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere.
I discard the shirt and slow my breathing as I take the two steps that bring me flush against her back.
Her head dips forward, exposing more of her slender neck as my hands caress her arms. I pause with my hands on her shoulders and lower my lips to the spot where her neck meets her shoulders and press a soft kiss to her skin.
She trembles and sighs. “That feels amazing.”
I brush my fingers down her back, taking my time as she shivers, finally discovering the red laces that are tucked in the back of her dress.
I fish them out, letting the long tails trail against her skin before I untie them with deliberate slowness in every movement.
I make every movement precise and unhurried despite my desire to have her under me already.
She makes me want to change everything about myself, slow every one of my hasty actions, so I can do justice to the moment.
I loosen the corset of her dress, my cock thick and hard from the desire just this simple act brings out.
I trace my finger across the red indents the corset made against her fair skin and imagine the marks we will make together.
I pepper the skin of her neck with kisses as I push the straps off her shoulders, the dress slipping down her body and pooling around her feet.
“No panties? Naughty girl,” I growl, dragging my teeth across her shoulder and sliding my hands down to her hips. I trace my fingers across her thighs, sweeping them through her silky wetness before I move my hands.
“I couldn’t. The lines.” Her breathy response is shaky, her own need growing stronger.
“You should have told me. I like the idea of having your arousal dripping down your thighs.”
“We never would have left the house if you knew.” She gives me a sultry laugh at the thought.
The chuckle dies on her lips as I pull her naked body against my front and grind my dick into her ass.
“Oh, we would have left. Eventually. We might even have missed the press.”
Her hands reach back and between us, fumbling for my belt.
“Let me take these off you.”
I allow her to turn in my arms. She slides her hand up my chest to my neck, brushing my throat with her thumb, and places a lingering kiss on my pec before she drops to her knees in front of me.
“Jesus,” I groan when she looks up at me while at eye level with my cock.
She smiles and closes her eyes, rubbing her face gently against my crotch, and I nearly lose it right then.
I fight the urge to roughly undo my belt and push my pants down just low enough to feed my cock through her red lips.
Instead, I take a deep breath and let her take her slow and methodical approach until she’s tugging my pants down my legs.
I step out of my shoes, my pants and socks following.
Finally, I’m standing in my boxer briefs while she’s still on her knees.
“You want my cock free?” My voice is primal, the words too strong for her innocence, but her eyes shine and she nods eagerly. I pull the waistband of my boxers down, my dick springing forward, thick and hard.
“Oh, my God.”
Awe laces her words as she tentatively reaches toward me, one finger gently stroking my shaft and making it jump.
“You’re huge, Hayes.”
While her words puff my ego, I know there’s hesitance in them.
“We’ll fit, I promise. Your body is made for mine. We’ll go slow.”
Her eyes roll up to look at me again and I’m lost to the image of her on her knees like this.
“Can I taste you?”
I tip my head back and groan. “God, yes.”
Her pink tongue darts out as her lips part and she eagerly licks at the pre-cum beading on the head.
I groan and force myself to stay still instead of gripping the base of my shaft and directing my cock between her lips. The warmth of her mouth and feel of her lips as she slowly slides the tip of the head in nearly brings me to my knees.
Her lips naturally close below the head and she swallows, the suction forcing my legs to shake. When she lets my dick pop from her lips, a trail of pre-cum still connecting us, I gently haul her up off her knees.
“That feels too fucking good to let you play for too long.”
I pull her against me, my cock pressing between us.
“I want to eat your sweet little pussy until you’re screaming. Do you want my mouth on you?”
She nods as a blush tints her cheeks from my filthy words. “I want you so bad I’m dripping.”
I scrape my lip with my teeth and groan at her words.
“That’s just what I want, baby.”
I walk her backward until the bed hits her legs and she sits. I place my palm between her perfect tits and gently push her until she’s flat on the bed.
“Open your legs for me.” The words are soft but commanding.