by Raquel Belle
“Fuck, Hayley, that feels so good. Keep doing whatever the hell it is your doing with that amazing tongue of yours,” James rasped, his voice rough and his eyes shut as Hayley started sucking him in and out, letting the head of his cock hit the roof of her mouth before licking back up to the tip, her tongue swirling around the head and tasting the sweet saltiness there. James seemed to like that last move, his hips jerking up every time Hayley ran her tongue along the smooth tip of his dick.
“God, I’m close. I’m so close, Hayley. Are you ready?” James asked a few minutes later, giving Hayley time to either prepare to swallow or find the supplies necessary to clean up the mess that was about to happen. Hayley was a swallower, always had been, so she kept right on doing what she was doing. She’d moved on to licking the sides of his cock, holding the base of his shaft with one hand as she played with his balls with the other, a trick she’d picked up in an old issue of Cosmopolitan magazine she’d found at her gynecologist’s office. Most of what Cosmopolitan recommended in the bedroom was silly at best and ridiculous at worst, but this tip had never served her wrong in the years she’d been going to bed with boyfriends and various hookups. It drove every one of them wild, and James was no exception.
Hayley could feel the moment the orgasm started rising in James, traveling from his belly to his groin. He gasped as he came, liquid flooding out from his erect cock and into Hayley’s waiting mouth. She swallowed it happily, giggling at how utterly spent and blissful James looked as he lay back on the pillows. He looked exhausted and well fucked, which had been Hayley’s goal.
She gave him a few moments to catch his breath before she sat back up and crawled over to him. She lay down next to him, her hair fanning out on the pillow supporting her head. A small part of her was nervous to look over at James, worried she would see regret or more anxiety in his eyes, but when their eyes met, all she saw in them was happiness and, if she wasn’t mistaken, love, or at the very least strong friendship. But she really, really hoped it was love and that hope sustained her as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Hayley woke up suddenly an hour later to a hotel room she’d forgotten she was in. She’d been dreaming of her apartment back in the city. In her dream, James was lying next to her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she drifted in and out of sleep, wrapped in his strong arms. But when she woke up, she realized the dream was based on reality, because when she looked down, there were James’ arms wrapped around her middle, his hands clasped protectively over her belly. His head was resting on her shoulder, his mouth at her ear as he whispered words she only caught bits of, but she was fairly certain she heard “love” and “beautiful” and “sexy.” They had fallen asleep on top of the white comforter covering the hotel bed, but sometime in the night one of them had pulled the blanket that had been folded at the bottom of the bed over their bodies so that they were surrounded both by each other’s warmth and the soft cotton fleece. It was the warmest, safest Hayley had ever felt.
Sadly, however, she needed to pee, so she was forced to leave the warm cocoon and tiptoe to the bathroom, hoping she wouldn’t wake James in the process. She’d assumed from the way he was whispering in her ear that he was awake, but a glance back at him showed her that he was still snoozing away. He must talk in his sleep. Normally, she would find that a bit terrifying, but if all he muttered were heartfelt platitudes, she wouldn’t mind getting woken up to the sound of his sleepy voice every now and then.
Hayley was just about to turn off the faucet after washing her hands at one of the his-and-hers sinks in the bathroom when the door next to her opened. A sleepy, naked James was leaning against the frame, gazing at Hayley with a loving smile on his face.
“Hi! Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Hayley said as she turned off the water and wiped her hands on a towel.
“’It’s okay. How are you?” he asked.
How was she? She was a million things: happy, sleepy, tingly, cold, but most importantly, she was nervous. Nervous because now that they were both awake, they needed to talk about what just happened. About the fact that they’d both given each other earth-shattering orgasms which rocked their worlds but also made going back to being just friends and co-workers impossible, not least because Hayley was now certain after said orgasms that she was completely and hopelessly in love with James.
“I’m…I’m…” Hayley said, stuttering as she searched for the most eloquent way to tell him how she was feeling. But thankfully, he seemed to know from the way she was looking at him with a combination of fear and adoration that he would need to be the one to speak first.
“You’re happy but freaking out?” he ventured, and Hayley nodded. James stepped further into the bathroom, forcing Hayley back toward the far wall until her back was pressed against the cool plaster.
“I have a confession: me too. I’m so happy right now Hayley, but I’m also really worried,” he said, leaning close to her until their noses were nearly touching.
“What are you worried about?” Hayley whispered, her lips just grazing his. She could feel his long eyelashes tickling her cheeks as he looked down at her with sexy, half-lidded eyes.
“I’m worried you don’t feel the same way I do. I’m worried you aren’t in love with me like I am with you. Because, Hayley,” and here, he stopped to press a soft, barely-there kiss to her lips, “I love you. I am in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the first time we kissed, but even before that I felt something for you. You’re so kind and funny and sweet and beautiful and I’ve spent the last few months wishing, begging every possible deity that might exist that you would break up with Eric so I could finally make you mine.”
She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped her, saying, “And I was so mad when you told me you were going to take some time for yourself after you broke up with him. I know that’s a shitty thing to say, because you’re a grown woman and you deserve all the time you need to figure out who you are and what you want, but I can’t lie to you. It broke me to know you didn’t want to just run straight into my arms, because it made me think maybe you weren’t feeling what I was feeling, that maybe that kiss didn’t mean to you what it meant to me. Because it really, really meant something to me Hayley. It made me realize just how much I care about you, how much I love you. And that hasn’t changed. If anything, after tonight, that love has only gotten stronger. I want you, Hayley. I want you, and I need you, and I know I already said it but I’ll say it again: I love you.”
Hayley waited for a moment to see if he was going to say anything else, but when he stayed quiet, she did what she’d wanted to do since he’d first uttered those three magic words that she’d been secretly hoping she’d one day hear from his lips. She leaned in, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, kissed him like the world was ending and they had minutes, seconds left, like this was the first and last kiss they would ever share, like she couldn’t breathe unless it was with James pressed against her, his mouth to hers.
She kissed him with everything she had, and then, when it was clear that both of them needed to catch their breaths, she pulled away and told him, “I love you.”
He smiled, going in for another kiss, but Hayley gently pushed him back. “No, I’m not done. I love you, too, and I’ve loved you for a while. Probably even before the night we first kissed. You surprise me and astound me and make me so happy to be your friend and your colleague and the person you text about weird art and Instagram accounts. I’m so happy I’m the person you can talk to about your dad, what an amazing parent and friend he was to you. You’re the best person I know, the most interesting person I’ve ever met, and I cannot believe that fate landed you in my lap, but I’m going to do everything I can to deserve you, because you are wonderful, and I want you in my life for however long you’re willing to be there.”
Then, after Hayley had said everything she wanted and felt able to say, she leaned in and kissed James again, because that was the only thin
g she could do in that moment. She needed to seal those words with a kiss, to make him understand that she was completely and utterly serious about her feelings, but also, that she found him really, really fucking sexy.
She could feel him smiling as he matched the movements of her lips with his own. Knowing that he was happy made all those warm and fuzzy feelings that had put her to sleep earlier start to crawl back up her spine again, sending tingles down her limbs.
James broke away briefly, resting his forehead against Hayley’s as he whispered, “I realize there are probably some logistical things that we need to take care of, like how to date and be co-workers and whether this means we’re in a relationship, but right now, I really, really need to fuck you. And to clarify, that means actually being inside of you. Buried deep in your sweet pussy. Oral sex was amazing, but I need more. I need you, Hayley. I need to be in you, buried deep.”
“I think that sounds like a very good game plan,” Hayley whispered, then squealed as James laced his arms behind her and lifted her up. She wound her legs around his back as he carried them both to the shower stall to their left, depositing her on the well-placed shower bench while he fiddled with the water temperature knobs until warm sprays of water were cascading down them both. She looked up through her soaked curtain of hair and saw James offering her his hand. She took it gladly and stood up, walking toward him until their bodies were pressed together, water trickling down their cheeks as they began kissing once again.
She decided that she could happily just kiss James for the rest of her life and feel pretty damn fulfilled, but that she did indeed want to know what it was like to have him inside her. After all, she’d lived out all her other fantasies with him over the past few hours. There was no reason she should skip the most important one, the one where they finally came together like a lock and key, his hips against hers as he pumped in and out, making her cry out from the friction of his skin against her clitoris. And as with her other fantasies, she was pretty sure the reality of this was going to be even better than what she had imagined.
This desire to live out that fantasy was what made Hayley back up until she was against the shower wall, away from the water so her full, undivided attention was on James. He looked like some sort of Greek god with his body slick and wet and glistening, his arm muscles flexing as he lifted hair out of his eyes so he could see her better. Hayley felt an ache settle in her stomach as she looked at him and realized that this man, this hot, sexy fucking man, was hers. She pulled him by his hips toward her and pushed down on his shoulders, silently asking him to crouch down slightly so his cock would be better placed to enter her.
James read Hayley’s mind and went one step further, stooping down to grab her by her ass and lift her onto him. Her belly button was midway up James’ chest and her pussy was perfectly placed to take his cock, so that’s exactly what she did. She slid easily down his shaft and gasped the moment she felt he was buried to the hilt. The gasps kept coming as James started moving within her, rocking his hips back and forth as he lifted her up and down, hitting that sweet spot she hadn’t believed was even real until that particular moment.
But he didn’t stop there. He bent down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, toying with it until she was begging him to switch to the other one, that she was too sensitive, that if he kept doing that, she was going to come. “Good,” he whispered as he turned his attention to the other nipple. “I want you to come. It’s not going to be the only time you come while I’m in you tonight, Hayley. I’m going to bring you to climax so often you’re going to see stars,” he whispered just before he bent down and licked an agonizingly slow circle around her tight peak.
As she watched James attend to her chest for the second time that night, she realized that not only had she found a great man, she had found a man who would finally give her breasts the attention they deserved. No more men like Eric who glossed over them in favor of the apex of her thighs—no, James seemed perfectly content, even excited to spend time loving her tits and for that, Hayley was immensely thankful.
He was a great multi-tasker, speeding up his thrusts even as he sucked her nipples harder and faster. Hayley shouldn’t have been surprised when the orgasm hit her, make her cling even harder to James and bury her head in his neck, breathing heavily as she tried to still the quaking of her thighs, the pulsing of her cunt even as he continued thrusting inside of her and bouncing her up and down on his cock.
When she looked up, James was smiling like a satisfied little cat, his eyes saying, “I told you I was going to make you come like that.” And he did, again and again until she was zapped of strength, and he was supporting her entirely in his strong arms. Only after she came a fourth time did he allow himself to finally tense inside her and spill himself.
They both came down from their highs nestled in each other’s arms against the shower walls, Hayley’s legs finally unwrapping themselves from around James’ waist. The water was still miraculously warm, and James slowly pulled Hayley under the spray, using the complimentary hotel soap on one of the shelves to lather her up, massaging the aches from her shoulders and thighs. He was delicate and attentive to every part of her body as he washed her, rubbing out the knots he found in her back and butt and spending extra time getting her pussy nice and clean. When Hayley was spotless, she took a turn getting James all soaped up and rubbed down. She didn’t think she’d ever get bored of his body, of touching it and caressing it and marveling at its muscles and sinews. The water was just starting to get cold as they turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping each other in the fluffy white towels that were neatly folded on a shelf above the toilet.
James followed Hayley back to the bed where she crawled under the covers and hit the light switch on the side of the bedside table that controlled all the lights in the room. Everything went dark as James climbed in next to her, gathering her in his arms and planting soft kisses on her forehead and cheeks.
“I love you,” he whispered into her hair, and Hayley couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when she heard those words. She was pretty sure she’d never get tired of hearing them from his lips. She’d certainly never get tired of saying them.
“I love you, too, James,” she mumbled into his chest, her head resting just below his collarbone.
He ran his fingers through her tangled hair while she played absentmindedly with the small, soft hairs on his belly. They fell asleep like that, in each other’s arms, having finally said exactly what they wanted to say to each other.
Chapter Fifteen
Hayley woke up six hours later to her phone ringing. Even through her bleary eyes she could see it was her mom calling, so she picked it up. She had a rule about her parents calling: she always picked up, no matter what. She’d heard too many horror stories from friends about the one time they’d sent their mom’s call to voicemail being the one time she called to say their dad was in the hospital. Even though both her parents were fit and healthy, she wasn’t taking any chances.
“Hello?” Hayley whispered, rolling to her side to try and mitigate the noise from the call lest she wake James. He was snoring softly, curled on his right side in a fetal position. He was an adorable sleeper, constantly pulling Hayley in to cuddle and nuzzling her neck. She was definitely looking forward to more nights of sharing a bed with him.
“Hayley! Glad I got you, sweetheart. Good news! The storm seems to have cleared up enough for those sissies at the airport to give flights out here the all clear, so you should be able to get on a flight today. American says they won’t be leaving ‘til early afternoon, but you should still be able to get here by this evening, so you won’t have to miss Easter!”
Hayley breathed a sigh of relief. As fun as it was pretending the real world didn’t exist outside their hotel room, she and James needed to re-enter reality eventually, and she really didn’t want to miss Easter at her parents’, especially now that she could introduce James not just as her colleague and friend, b
ut also her boyfriend. Well, at least she hoped he’d be okay with her introducing him as that. Everything he’d said the night before indicated as much.
“That’s great, Mom. I’m so happy. I’ll get dressed and head to the airport and see if we can rebook our tickets.” She could hear James stirring beside her. He looked over at her with a dopey smile on his face and snuggled up next to her, his hands running up and down her belly.
“Who is it?” he whispered in her ear.
“My mom,” Hayley replied as quietly as she could, but her mom still heard her. She had the hearing of a rabbit.
“Hayley? Is someone with you? Is James with you? And why do you need to get dressed? Are you naked? Did you and James spend the night together? Oh lord, thank goodness! It’s about damn time!” her mom yelled down the phone. Hayley wanted to melt away quietly in embarrassment—what the hell was her mom thanking God for? Was her love life really so pathetic her mom had been praying about it?! But James laughed, and then she heard her mom laugh and suddenly, Hayley didn’t feel so bad. After all, if she and James were going to go out, her mom would eventually realize they were sharing a bed and, gasp, sometimes doing so without clothes.
“Yes, James is with me. I plead the Fifth on everything else you asked,” Hayley said. Her mom and James both chuckled.
“Well I guess it is my fault for sending you all those romance novels in the mail!” her mom joked.