by T Gephart
“Good.” A smile slid across his face. “Because I’m going to make you come, Hayden.”
Oh.
God.
Before I could ask how, his weight shifted, moving that amazing torso and sculpted abs out of my grasp as he shuffled the rest of my jeans down, taking my underwear with them.
I was bare.
That Brazilian wax I swore I’d never get again finally paying dividends as every single sweep of his hand was amplified. Everything was sensitive, more intense, his fingers not even close to my clit yet I was ready to burst.
“Open for me.” His strong hands parted my legs, baring myself even more as he kissed each of my thighs.
Shit.
I hadn’t had a man go down on me in at least seven years, my eyes opening so wide I was surprised it didn’t scare him off. “Are you?”
“Yes.” He flattened his tongue against my core, cognitive thought leaving completely as my body shook. My eyes slammed shut, my back arching as he did it again, his breath hot on my center as he lapped me slowly.
“Oh. Fuck,” I cursed out, overwhelmed by sensations and too turned on to be embarrassed. I didn’t care what he thought about my body. How many women he’d done it to before or what was going through his mind. I was selfish, desperate for release, the feeling building in my gut as I lost all sense.
Either it had been too long to compare, or oral sex had never been this good, his mouth doing crazy things as I was rendered speechless, unable to do anything but lie back and enjoy it.
I’d tried to reach out, touch his cock, his chest, his head—something so it felt like I was participating, but stalled out. My body so tightly coiled that basic movements felt impossible as I had no choice but to lay there.
Even though he was severely being short changed, he didn’t seem to mind. His tongue and lips alternated kissing and sucking, the sensation almost unbearable.
“Mack, I—”
Not sure what I was going to say but I didn’t get the chance, my body splintering as I came undone, my limbs shaking as waves of pleasure washed through me. I hadn’t orgasmed so quickly in years, usually needing a decent amount of lube and the help of my trusty vibrator.
Mack’s mouth stayed on me, teasing out the last echo until I was boneless, a puddle unable to move. His head lifted, a radiating smile twitching at his lips as he hovered above me. “Hadn’t been my plan, but I can’t say I’m disappointed.”
“I’m not sure I can even think right now.” I threw an arm over my eyes. “That was so far away from half-decent, I’m not even sure that was just one.”
It was crazy, my body still tingling as I laid naked on his couch.
God.
I was naked.
Without an impending orgasm overriding my brain, awareness snuck in. Usually when I was naked I felt vulnerable, exposed. Even with Cooper, I’d unconsciously lower my hands and cover myself. Or on the rare occasion we’d have sex, I’d leave on a T-shirt. Funnily enough he never asked why or tell me to take it off.
And yet with Mack, I didn’t hide.
But not because I didn’t want to.
I was desperate to pick something up off the floor and use it as cover, glad the only light in the room was that of a single lamp. But I refused to give into that voice, forcing myself to be brave.
It doesn’t matter what he, or any man, thinks, I reminded myself.
I’m brave, and strong, and—
“Hey, beautiful,” his finger trailed up my stomach, not seeming to notice the silvery squiggles I tried to ignore whenever I got dressed. “Where did you go?”
My hand reached up to his jaw, caressing him as gently as he was me. “I was just thinking that I’m not ready to leave yet.”
“Oh yeah?” His brow rose. “And what did you have in mind?”
Be brave, Hayden.
I reached over, pressing my palm against the fly of his pants and found him hard. Even doing what he had been, I was still a little surprised. A surge of excitement took over me as I slowly moved my hand. “It wouldn’t be polite of me to leave you with this, would it?” I leaned closer, brushing my lips against his neck. I didn’t kiss, just hinted at the contact, letting my breath heat his skin.
His chest expanded, taking a gulp of air as my fingers tightened against the fabric. “You sure you want to do that?”
“Yes, very sure.” My lips moved to his pecs, swirling my tongue around his nipples like he had done to me. “Your body is amazing. Do you live in the gym?”
He chuckled, his fingers tracing the length of my spine as I worked my way down his impressive abs. “Glad you like it.”
Inch by inch my lips traversed his torso, my hands exploring further south as they landed on the waistband of his pants. I didn’t hesitate, popping open the button and easing down the zipper, his impressive length straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs.
“Jesus,” he cursed, my hand disappearing underneath the fabric and wrapping around his length. I gripped him tight, feeling him throb within my fingers as I lowered my mouth and sucked.
His hands went to his pants, pushing them down low on his hips to give me better access. I had planned to take them off before I started but didn’t want to waste the time, lollipopping him with my mouth while my fist continued to glide up and down.
It had been a while but I remembered the basics, finding my rhythm fairly quickly as my tongue swirled around the head and pushing his shaft deeper into my mouth.
“Hayden,” he growled, gripping my hair as his body tensed. “You keep doing that and this is going to be over real quick.”
My head lifted, my hand still pumping him slowly as I leaned forward and kissed his mouth. We both moaned, the taste of me still on his mouth as I jerked him off, feeling him get even harder.
His kiss demanded more, pulling me closer as his hands touched me. My breasts, my shoulders, my back—his fingers completely restless as he took my mouth.
“I’m not blowing my load into your hand, Hayden. That just isn’t happening.” He groaned against my lips. “Give me a second to get my clothes off and let’s see if I can’t find a better alternative.”
“Fuck me,” I moaned, not willing to leave it to chance that he had another option. “I want you to fuck me.”
A noise that didn’t sound human tore at his throat followed by a sharp hiss. “Fuck this shit.” He kicked off his shoes, pulling his lips away from mine so he could yank off the rest of his clothes. Pants, socks, underwear all got dropped to the floor in a rush while I was treated to one hell of a show as muscles flexed and twisted, showing me exactly how in shape he was.
His body was incredible, hard lines and perfect curves that seemed to defy logic. Even when I was in my twenties, having sex with bad boys who liked to work out, I’d never seen anything as impressive. And I wasn’t just talking about his body.
“Wow.” I took a moment just to appreciate, whispering silent thank yous as I stared.
“Again, glad you like it,” he smirked, the cocky grin from earlier making a reappearance. “Now let’s take it to my bed, Hayden, where I can do this properly.”
An outstretched hand waited for me, and I wasn’t going to say no.
Mack
IF I SAID I hadn’t wanted to fuck Hayden, I’d have been lying.
But when I invited her to my condo to finish our dinner, that hadn’t been part of the plan.
Not to say I didn’t have a casual hook-up every once in a while, but Hayden had been different. I’d wanted to get to know her, too bad my dick had other ideas.
“You sure you want this?” I asked her one last time, laying her flat on my bed so I could get a better look at her.
I turned on the bedside lamp, the light it threw off letting me see her nod. “Yes, do you?”
Jesus.
“This isn’t enough of an indicator?” I stroked my hard dick, wanting to be inside of her more than anything. “Okay, Hayden, enough talking.”
Deciding to put
my mouth to better use, I kissed her again. I loved her mouth, those sweet lips—hungry, opening for me on command as I moved on top of her. She was so receptive, pressing her tits against my naked chest, her pussy grinding against my shaft as my hands were on her everywhere.
I couldn’t stop touching her, her body so amazing my hands didn’t know what they preferred. I wanted it all—her hips, her ass, her tits, her thighs—my mind taking a mental Polaroid I was sure I’d jerk off to later.
Beautiful.
And so fucking sexy I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten so lucky.
Her hips rocked, the friction between us making me crazy and I was done playing.
“I need a condom, sweetheart.” I pulled my mouth from hers, her swollen lips parted as she panted. “Let me get one.”
She looked confused, her eyes dipping to where my bare dick and her pussy had been grinding. “Oh. Of course. I just forgot.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” I winked, pulling out a silver packet from the drawer of my nightstand. My fingers got busy, tearing the sucker open and rolling it down my shaft.
Her eyes stayed on me, following my actions as I pumped once and then twice, so hard it was almost painful. Last thing I needed was for it to be over before I’d even started. But if she kept looking at me like that, I wasn’t going to have much say in the matter.
I leaned forward, my mouth moving from her neck to those pretty little nipples. Her tits were perfect, not so big I couldn’t get my hand around and tips that got hard the minute my tongue hit them. Nothing more a man could ask for, my hands cupping them as I settled between her legs.
“Mack.” It was halfway between a moan and a sigh, the way she said my name so fucking sexy I hoped she never called me John. I wanted to hear it again, to make her sound like that over and over, my name on her lips while I was buried inside of her.
She reached down, fingers gripping my cock and using it to rub up against her. It was hot how much she wanted it, desperate whimpers spilling from her lips as I teased her some more.
“You ready for me, Hayden?” My mouth moved to her jaw, kissing her as I lined up against her opening. She was so wet, her hips bucking in anticipation, and if I had any resolve left, it was gone. “Yeah, you are.”
I sank into her slow, letting her adjust as I gave her a little more, her eyes slamming shut as she tilted her pelvis. She felt amazing, gripping me tight as I got deeper, only getting halfway before I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck,” I cursed, sliding in to the hilt, my hands on either side of her on the mattress so I wouldn’t crush her under my weight. “You feel so good.”
Those beautiful eyes popped open, giving me their attention as I took a moment to just enjoy it. “Yes,” she breathed, arching her back off the bed. “More.”
She wasn’t going to have to ask again.
I slid out only to slide back in harder than the first time, shuffling to my knees so I could hold her legs. Yeah, much better, my hips rocking against hers as I got in deeper, her thrusts matching mine as we both lost control.
If I’d wanted to be slow and gentle, I’d seriously fallen short of the mark, pistoning inside of her as she reached down and played with my balls.
God, that felt good.
Fucking amazing, but it wasn’t just about me. I wanted to see her come again, this time on my cock.
One of my hands reached between us, finding her clit. It was swollen and ready, my fingers circling it as I continued to drive into her.
“Yes, yes,” she panted. “I’m so close.”
I picked up the pace, faster and harder while I continued to tease, her mouth opening and her eyes peeling back wide as the first wave hit her.
“Mack,” she screamed, my name bouncing off the walls as her whole body shook, her pussy tightening around me as pulses squeezed me like a fist.
“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it.” My need to come so nuclear I wasn’t sure I could hold off. “That feels so good.”
She shivered, her hands reaching up to her tits, playing with them as she continued to unravel, the visual enough to finish me off.
“Hayden.” My hips jerked, my body detonating as I felt it straight from my balls. I couldn’t stop, bucking against her while I emptied my load into the condom.
It was only when I slid my eyes back open that I’d realized they’d been closed, the view underneath me enough to make me hard again.
Her eyes were open too—glassy and bright—a satisfied smile plastered across her mouth while her hair covered my pillow like a mess of golden cotton candy.
“You okay?” I asked, still buried inside her as my fingers moved up her body. She shivered, breathing deeply as my hand made its way to her face.
She nodded, her smile getting bigger as she reached up to kiss me. “That was amazing. Seriously, a-mazing.”
“It was pretty amazing for me too.” I kissed her back. “Let me go get cleaned up.”
Last thing I wanted was to get out of the bed, but I had the condom to take care of. “Bathroom is through there if you need it.” I pointed to the adjoining room. “I’ll use the other one down the hall.”
Kissing her one last time, I pulled out and walked to the door. She’d sat up, looking at me leaving, shooting her a smile before I disappeared out the door.
I headed into the bathroom, took care of the condom, using the facilities before washing my hands and drying off. I hit the lights and strolled back to my room.
My bed was empty, the covers kicked back, but I could hear the water running. Giving her space, I slid back into bed hoping once she was done, she would join me. Considering the date hadn’t gone as I’d assumed—dinner, and not sleeping with her—I wasn’t sure where she’d land on sticking around. It wasn’t like we knew each other. Hell, I hadn’t even asked her last name or her phone number. All I had were the details she’d put on her profile, and a memory I wouldn’t be in a hurry to forget.
The water stopped, rustling coming from the bathroom before the door slid open. She was wrapped in a towel, her hands clutching at the top to keep it together. “Hi,” she grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I should probably go get my clothes from the other room.”
“Yeah, you could do that.” I moved closer toward her. “Or you could get back in between these sheets with me.”
It was greedy of me wanting her to stay. After all, she probably had work the next day and it was already late. But I wasn’t ready for her to leave either. At least not until I had a guarantee I was going to see her again.
She hesitated, eyes cutting to the doorway like she was weighing her options. Hoping I’d sway her decision in my favor, I folded down the covers. Her eyes got wider seeing I was still naked and already half hard. “What do you say, Hayden? You want to get back in this bed?”
“Yes,” she nodded, the appreciation she gave me inflating my ego. “I want to get in the bed.”
“Then take off the towel, sweetheart.” I tugged at the edge, encouraging her to let go. “Your body is too beautiful to be hidden away behind this, and I really like looking at it.”
Her lips tightened, her mouth slamming shut like she wanted to say something but was holding back. Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say, making her think all I was interested in was the sex.
I was just about to apologize, tell her that I was rusty at romance when she lifted her ass off the mattress. I watched with interest, thinking I’d probably blown my chance when she stopped, looking me in the eyes as she let the towel drop.
“Fuck,” I cursed out, my intentions of being a gentleman forgotten as I leapt from the bed. “You’re so beautiful.” And before I could say anything else, I kissed her, her lips opening for me instantly as my arms circled her.
She was perfect, every single part of her amazing, and I needed her back in my bed.
So much for my apology.
The lamp beside me was still on when I opened my eyes, having fallen asleep around midnight. I’d i
ntended to do more talking and less touching, but after seeing her naked standing in front of me like a goddess, my brain kind of stalled out. I’d taken her back to my bed and made her come three more times before I wrapped her in my sweat-soaked sheets. My arms kept her close against me, loving her cheek pressed against my chest. It was only after she’d closed her eyes that I did the same, not wanting to waste a second of it on sleep.
But as I became more aware, I noticed the place she’d occupied on my chest was empty, a quick glance of my bed showing me she wasn’t there either.
Not good.
Hoping she was in the bathroom, I threw back the covers and slid open the door. The room was still dark, a couple of damp towels in the hamper in the corner but nothing else.
I didn’t even have to check the living room to know her clothes—along with her—were gone too.
She’d left.
I couldn’t have been asleep for more than a half hour, my sleep patterns erratic from rotating shifts. But in those precious minutes she’d slipped out of my bed, gotten dressed and left my condo without so much as a goodbye.
A quick survey of each room confirmed what I already knew. She was gone—no note—and other than the empty takeout containers still on my coffee table and the used condoms, no sign she’d even been there in the first place.
My phone was sitting in my pants on the living room floor, pulling it from the pocket as I sat on the couch. The screen lit up, showing a missed called from Riley and a couple of texts. Short of asking one of my friends in the NYPD to search a database—something I’d never do—the only way I had to get ahold of her was that app and those messages. I flicked across to our message thread and hesitated as I figured out what I wanted to say.
She was already skittish, so asking why she left without so much as a goodbye wasn’t a good way to go. Not like I was owed anything. And as much as I wanted to see her again, I didn’t want her to think all I was interested in was the sex. Considering we hadn’t done much else, it would be a fair—if inaccurate—assumption on her part. But I couldn’t just let it go either.
When it came to one-night stands, I wasn’t exactly great at it. Not to say I couldn’t do casual, but the few women I’d slept with since splitting up with Melinda had been more of a friends with benefits kind of arrangement. Sometimes that didn’t work out, with the few casual hook-ups I’d attempted not lasting more than a week. The job, my attitude, my less-than-enthusiastic desire to hand another woman my balls again—take your pick as to why I was mostly riding solo. But Hayden was different. She was intriguing, interesting and fuck knows I wanted more than just one night. She wasn’t like those other girls, and while I didn’t know why, I wanted the chance to at least find out.