I groan, covering my mouth with one hand to muffle the sound.
He chuckles against my breast, his head dipping lower to kiss the exposed skin of my belly. His fingers dance around my cotton-clad core, stopping only to rub my clit in precise, even circles. I’m already unravelling by the time Hayes hooks his fingers around my panties, pulling them down the length of my legs. With two hands, he spreads my knees, looking down at the bare spot between my legs for the very first time.
“Dove,” he says softly, running one hand up and down my thigh.
I shiver at his touch, gripping the sheets around me. I’ve never been this exposed before, never even imagined it. But with Hayes’s eyes on me, I feel alive.
Suddenly, he’s kissing a line down my thigh toward my center, pausing to tease me with hot strokes of his wet, talented tongue.
“You—ahhh—you don’t have to—” I stammer between pants.
Wrapping one arm around my thigh and cupping one ass cheek with the other hand, Hayes looks up from between my legs, his eyes flashing. “I want to. You don’t know how long,” he says, pausing to press another kiss to my most sensitive spot, “I’ve wanted to . . .”
I arch my back yet again, giving in to the mind-numbing pleasure of Hayes doing something he very clearly excels at. My toes flex and twitch as he massages my buttock with one hand, his tongue circling my clit.
It goes on like this for a while, Hayes licking my pussy with sloppy, wet kisses, and me grinding myself against his greedy mouth. Just when I feel like I can’t take it any longer, I feel one of Hayes’s long fingers tracing my flesh.
His lips latch onto my clit, sucking hard as his finger dips inside me, curling at just the right spot. I can feel my orgasm crashing toward me, lost in the sensations of pleasure so intense, I don’t remember anything ever feeling like this. When he slips another finger inside me, I lose it, biting down on my fist to hush the animalistic moan that escapes me as I come harder, faster, and longer than I ever have before.
When I come back down to earth, my body is covered in sweat, my breasts heaving with the effort it’s taking me to catch my breath. Hayes is still pressing gentle kisses to my core, sending jolts of pleasure through me with each contact. Half of me could just float away on the waves of this blissful existence forever, but another, more insistent half would prefer to return the favor.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice low and sweet. His lips tickle the bare skin of my thigh.
“I feel . . . like we’re not done here.”
He raises one brow in question as I swing my legs over the side of the bed, a newfound energy bubbling inside me. When my knees touch the floor, Hayes’s expression comically shifts from wonder to sheer lust.
Positioning myself between his parted knees, I rub one hand over the erect length of him through his boxers, enjoying how he twitches beneath my touch. A rough breath escapes his parted lips as I grip the elastic, giving the fabric a soft pull.
The cotton gives way and I inhale, suddenly speechless.
His penis is huge. Hard. Daunting. But the desire I have to touch it, suck it—ride it—is an urgent need.
But before I can finish unwrapping my present, Hayes catches my hands and stops me.
11
HAYES
As I gaze down at Maren kneeling in front of me, my heart pounds in anticipation. God, she’s perfect. Petite and curvy and so luscious, I want to devour her all over again.
I know I should stop her from doing this, but I can’t.
When I release her hands, she gives me a small smirk. Her full breasts still heave with her breathlessness, and I want to bury my face between them and kiss and suck. But all I can do is sit here on the edge of the bed like a statue and watch as she lowers her mouth to my cock.
With tentative flicks of her hot tongue, she teases me at first. I bury my fists into the blankets as she opens wider and works to fit the head of my cock into her perfect mouth.
“Fuck. Yeah, that’s it.” I lift my hips from the mattress, giving her more.
Maren makes a breathless sound, her tongue teasing as she takes a much-needed gulp of oxygen. She cups my balls in one hand and strokes my aching shaft with the other. Her eyes sink closed as she takes me in her mouth again.
“Dove . . .” I rasp out the word, already breathless.
I’m going to hell. That much is obvious. Because Maren is treating me to a hot, wet blow job, and it’s the closest I’ve ever been to heaven.
I touch her hair, placing my thumb on the side of her throat to feel her accepting me, and Maren lets out a helpless little whimper. I can’t help but talk dirty to her, tell her how sexy she looks with her mouth full of my cock, how good she is at this. And I savor each of her reactions. The way she murmurs against me and squeezes her thighs together . . . it’s hot as hell.
Before I come, I warn her, but Maren doesn’t stop, forcing even more of me into her throat just as I explode.
“Hell, sweetheart.” I gasp as she sits back on her heels, looking pleased. Who would have known that that was one of Maren’s many talents? Not this guy.
Pulling her up onto the bed and against my chest afterward is the most natural thing in the world. She lets out a small giggle and lays her head on my shoulder. Lying here with her, cuddled together in a warm, flushed heap, feels almost as good as the intimacy we just shared. This is all so unexpected, but at the same time, it feels
