by McCoy, Katie
I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes, tossing them across the room.
“Wow,” Hayley breathed, staring up at me in a way that no woman ever had before.
Women had always admired my body, but this was different. This was more, somehow. More intimate. More intense. Hayley looked at me like I was some kind of hero. Some kind of god.
I didn’t feel like I deserved it, but at that point, I didn’t care. If my superpower was getting her off, then I was a superhero. And I’d prove it to her.
It was almost too much to bear, so I flipped her over onto her stomach, wanting to get my hands on that gorgeous ass of hers. She arched her hips back up towards me as I covered her body with mine, dropping hot, open-mouthed kissed behind her ear and down the line of her shoulder.
I dragged my mouth down her spine, my hands sliding over her hips and down between her legs. She was wet. She was so fucking wet for me. I slipped a finger inside, watching the curve of her ass as she kept pushing it back towards me while I stroked her.
There was a red line—almost like a rug burn—on the curve on her spine. I pressed my lips to it.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“From before,” she told me, her voice almost muffled by the pillow she had pressed against her cheek. “The poker table.”
Fuck.
I was both ashamed and turned on at the same time. I hadn’t meant to hurt her, but I liked that my desire, my need, had left a mark. A brand. And she didn’t seem to mind at all.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I kissed her shoulder.
“I didn’t mind,” she said breathlessly. “I liked it.”
Holy. Shit.
I flipped her over and settled between her legs. I couldn’t wait anymore.
Grabbing for my bedside table, I got a condom out and rolled it on. Hayley looked up at me, flushed and gorgeous, her hair spread across my pillow. She reached eagerly to help me sheath myself. She wanted me. Me.
I gripped her hips and with one smooth push, was inside of her. Deep.
She let out a moan, and I stilled, buried inside of her.
“Don’t. Stop,” she growled, her hands clutching my ass.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled back and thrust even deeper. The sound that Hayley let out—a deep, guttural groan of pleasure—only urged me on. Gripping her hips, I thrust again, kissing her as I did. I couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t even see straight from all the pleasure coursing through my body.
It was more than I could have ever imagined—Hayley’s wet warmth surrounding me, her breathy sighs and clutching hands. I wanted to bring her pleasure more than anything. And she was close, I could feel it.
Reaching between us, I found her clit, pressing my thumb against it as I thrust again and again, my tongue echoing the motion I made with my body. Finally, she tore her mouth from mine as she came, a cry bursting from her lips as her entire body shuddered around mine. I felt her clutch tightly around me and it took everything in my powers not to come at that moment.
But I wasn’t done with her. Not yet.
Pulling out, I flipped her over again, and entered her from behind. She let out a sexy gasp as I gripped her hips and thrust into her. She braced her hands against the bed and thrust back against me, meeting me move for move.
I could barely stand it—she was so beautiful, and so fucking hot. I reached between her legs as I took her, needing to feel her come again and again. I slammed my hips against hers, my fingers stroking her frantically. My own release was close but I wasn’t about to let go until I felt her tighten around me again.
Then, I felt it. She stiffened, her entire body going still before she collapsed against the bed, her inner muscles throbbing intensely around my cock. I thrust once more and then let myself find my own release.
I fell back onto the bed, my heart racing, my brain blank. I was wrung out. Exhausted. Satiated.
Then I felt Hayley curl up next to me, her arm coming across my chest, her hair in my face, her tiny body taking up as much space as possible. I lay there, waiting for her to fall asleep. When I heard her voice even out, I finally allowed myself to relax. To get up and get rid of the condom and to crawl back into bed with her. To indulge in the rest of the fantasy.
Because it had never been like this with another woman. No one had ever made me feel the way that Hayley had, and I wasn’t ready to give that up yet.
13
Hayley
I felt like singing and dancing and just shouting out into the world: I’d had an amazing night with the sexiest guy I knew. I was on top of the world for the entire week following my encounter with Dante. I kept reliving the amazing night, replaying it in all its steamy glory, and, yes, sending Dante a few texts to that effect.
And he would respond. Who knew that a guy who barely texted or spoke would be so fucking good at sexting? Because he was.
Also sex. He was great at sex.
And I wanted more. It’s all I could think about that week—when I could see him again and when I could strip him down and make some more sexy memories. It was like I was alive for the first time in years—my body humming with the excitement and satisfaction of that evening.
I checked my phone again, blushing as I read what Dante had texted me a few minutes ago.
Can’t wait to rip another pair of panties off of you. This time with my teeth.
I had to fan myself, because even though it was January and Chicago, I was feeling very, very warm.
I was going to see him tonight.
Unfortunately, we’d be seeing each other in a group setting, which meant we’d have to keep our whole thing—whatever it was—on the down-low. I wasn’t ready for anyone to know about us, and I had a pretty good feeling that Dante probably didn’t want my brother or the other guys to find out about it any time soon.
And that was fine with me. I was fine keeping it a secret. It made it all the sexier in my mind.
But it wasn’t going to be easy to pretend that I hadn’t seen him naked. That he hadn’t been inside of me. That he hadn’t taken me from behind with his hands between my legs making me come for the fourth time.
Damn, did that man know his way around a woman’s body.
I’d have to play it cool. Liam and Jules were hosting a movie night at their place tonight, and although that usually meant all the other couples would be snuggling and making out, Dante and I had to keep up appearances of being just friends. Completely platonic.
It wasn’t going to be easy, but I’d manage somehow.
I was one of the first people to arrive at Liam and Jules’ place. They had recently moved in together and the new place was a perfect combination of Liam’s control-freak nature and Jules’ artistic spirit. There was a beautiful leather sectional for everyone to sit on, but it was covered in big, brightly colored pillows. I grabbed a seat at the end, while everyone else filtered in, talking, grabbing drinks and getting settled.
“How’s it going?” Jules asked, coming to sit down next to me.
“Good,” I started to reply—and then Dante walked in.
He looked amazing. He always looked amazing, but now that I knew what he had under those well-fitting black clothes, I had a hard time thinking about anything else. I felt heat rush to my face and I immediately looked away before we could make eye contact. I had a feeling if we did, the entire room would go up in flames. Or everyone would know immediately that Dante and I had slept together.
As it was, only Jules noticed, and she immediately pulled me off of the couch and into the next room, her eyes wide and excited.
“Something happened!” she declared in a whisper.
“Shh, shh,” I urged her.
“You need to tell me the details!” she demanded. “How was it? How was he? It was good, wasn’t it? It had to be. I mean, look at him.”
I could barely control my grin. “It was really good,” I admitted. “Amazingly good.”
Jules let out a squeal of excitement. Unfor
tunately, it was loud enough to summon Kelsey and Alex from the other room.
“What are you two doing in here?” Kelsey asked suspiciously.
“Oh my God.” Alex’s eyes widened as well. “Are you guys talking about Hayley’s secret boyfriend?”
“There is no secret boyfriend,” I said quickly, hoping that Dante couldn’t hear me.
But even if he did—would he mind? As far as I could tell, he didn’t consider himself boyfriend material—secret or not. And we hadn’t talked about what we were—if we were doing a friends-with-benefits situation or if it was something more.
I didn’t even know which option I would prefer.
“I don’t believe you,” Alex told me, looking delighted. “You’ve got the look of someone who has a secret boyfriend. Who is having some secret boyfriend sex.”
“Yeah,” Kelsey agreed. “You’re all flushed.”
I cringed. “That’s my fault,” Jules interrupted. “I might have been telling her about how Liam and I spent the last weekend out of town. It got a bit steamy.”
“Yeah,” I quickly agreed. “Jules tells a pretty good story. Very sexy.”
Kelsey and Alex gave me a suspicious look but didn’t press it. As we returned to the rest of the group, Jules quickly mouthed “I’m sorry” to me. I gave her a nod of acknowledgement. That had been way too close.
I headed back into the living room, and walked directly into Dante.
My entire body seemed to light up, and I was pretty sure that however flushed I had looked before, I probably now looked like I was literally in heat.
“Hey,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Hey,” I managed, trying not to look directly at him before heading back to the couch and taking a seat.
Thankfully, he sat at the opposite end of the sofa, putting four horny couples in between us. Plenty of distance. I hoped.
Jules started the movie, an old 80s John Hughes classic. Everyone was lounging and relaxed, but after what had happened between me and Dante, I felt far more tense and uncomfortable with the whole situation.
I was trying to watch the movie when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, dimming the screen so it wouldn’t bother anyone, though I was pretty sure no one was paying attention to me or the movie.
It was a text from Dante.
What are you wearing?
I almost laughed. He was sitting less than ten feet away from me. I glanced over, but he was staring at the TV, purposefully avoiding eye contact.
You know what I’m wearing, I texted back.
Describe it to me, he responded.
I glanced down at my jeans and T-shirt, not exactly sure how to make that sexy. Then another buzz as another text came in.
I’m more interested in what’s underneath what I can see, he prompted.
Black lace, I responded. But not much of it.
How much is not much? He asked.
That’s up to you to find out.
What about the panties?
Ready to be ripped off, I told him.
Patience, he said. Are they wet right now?
Maybe, I texted coyly. Only one way to find out.
Putting my phone in my pocket, I got up from the couch. I didn’t even look at Dante as I left the room, heading towards the other end of the apartment where the guest room and bathroom was.
I waited outside the bathroom, not sure if Dante would take the risk. My heart was beating wildly as I counted to ten.
I didn’t even get to six before he turned the corner and tugged me into the guest room. Then, he had me pinned up against the door, kissing me ravenously without a word. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I loved how rough he was. How intense.
He pressed my back against the door and then slid his hand downward into my jeans and into my panties.
“Fuck,” he murmured against my neck. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I arched against him as he began to finger me. It was crazy and out of control and so fucking hot. I began to gasp as he slid his finger deeper inside of me, and he caught my cries with his mouth, silencing me before I could make a scene.
Everyone was in the next room, completely oblivious and watching the movie. Somehow, that only made this more illicit and wild. Anyone could walk in and see us. Anyone could—
I came hard against his hand.
“You’re incredible,” I groaned, pressing my forehead against his shoulder.
He kissed the top of my head.
“Just wait until later,” he murmured, and I could feel him hard and throbbing against my leg. “Head back,” he told me. “I’ll be a few minutes.”
I nodded, still a little dizzy from how hard and fast I had come. How was I going to pretend that everything was fine when I went back into the living room?
Luckily, no one paid me any attention. I sat there, my heart racing, burning up with desire for him. By the time the credits rolled, I was ready to drag Dante out of there and have my wicked way with him.
“I should get going!” I blurted, leaping up. “I have, um, an early meeting in the morning.” I gathered up my things, including my hat and red scarf, which I wrapped three times around my neck.
“Sure you don’t want to stay and eat?” Alex asked. Everyone else seemed to be lingering around the snacks and popcorn.
“No, I’m good,” I insisted.
Dante casually got to his feet. “I’ll head out, too.”
“Oh,” I said, trying to look casual. “Can I get a ride?”
“Really, princess?” he snorted, acting reluctant.
“Really, Dante?” I shot back. “It’s not that far out of your way.”
“It’s enough out of my way to be a pain,” he argued. I had to try not to smile. He was a pretty good actor.
“Come on, man,” Emerson sighed. “Just give her a ride.”
Dante rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “Next time, though, you can call a limo or whatever you rich kids are driving around in these days.”
“A town car, actually,” I said snootily before saying goodbye to everyone. “You’re just crabby,” I told him as we walked out of the apartment.
“Crabby?” he smirked once we were alone in the hallway.
“I had to sell it,” I told him, laughing. I pulled him into the elevator and waited until the doors shut before giving him a long, steamy kiss. Mmmm, that was better. “Do you think anyone suspected anything?”
“Not a chance,” he grinned, and he kissed me all the way to lobby.
He took me back to my place and had me pinned up against my front door the moment we got inside.
“This thing has been driving me crazy,” he said, fingering my red scarf.
“My scarf?” I asked, both confused and turned on.
“Can I?” He began to unwind it from my neck.
I didn’t know what he was intending to do with it, but I didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted.
“Give me your hands,” he said, his voice deep and sultry.
I obeyed, my heart pounding as he wrapped the scarf around my wrists, tying them together. The yarn was soft against my wrists, but held them together. Then, Dante raised my arms, pinning them and me against the wall. I was trapped between it and his body.
I trembled with anticipation.
“I want you,” Dante murmured, his breath hot against my neck.
“Then take me,” I said, breathless.
Could this man get any sexier?
He kissed me, hard, his mouth hot on mine, his tongue slick in my mouth. “How much do you like this shirt?” he asked, dragging his fingertips to the neckline of my T-shirt.
“Not that much,” I managed, my legs going weak.
“Good,” he said, and with one smooth yank, tore it down the front.
My heart stopped.
“You really hate my clothes,” I murmured, nearly drunk with lust. He was so hot. So powerful. So intense.
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p; He gave me a wicked grin. “If I had my way, you’d never wear anything, ever.”
With a flick of his fingertips, he had unhooked the front clasp of my lace bra and was pushing the cups aside. Both my shirt and my bra hung open, still attached at my shoulders, but completely exposing my chest. Dante captured my wrists with one hand, holding them there above my head as he kissed me and dragged his free hand down my stomach.
God, it was so hot. He was so hot.
He undid the buttons of my jeans, sliding his hand inside like he had done at the party.
“Fuck,” he swore as he touched me. “You’re soaking wet.”
I responded by kissing him deeply, my tongue tangling with his as he teased me with one finger before slipping it inside. I gasped against his mouth as he stroked me, adding another finger. I writhed against his hand. It was good—so good—but it wasn’t enough.
“You,” I gasped, wrenching my mouth from his. “I want you.”
His eyes darkened, the heat from them burning me from the inside out.
“The bedroom’s right behind you,” I urged him, but he shook his head.
“No,” he said. “Here. Now.”
My entire body trembled with need. My hands still tied, Dante made quick work of my jeans, shoving them down to my feet. I managed to step out of one leg before Dante reached for me. His jeans were undone, his throbbing cock already sheathed with a condom. Before I could free my other leg, Dante had pulled my knee up around his waist.
“Now,” he said, and thrust inside of me.
My head fell back against the wall as he fucked me. It was so good. So hot. He was fully dressed, while my clothes were hanging off of me in shambles. His cock slammed into me, pressing my hips against the wall, my leg pulled up against his hip to give him full access. One hand gripped my hip, while the other kept my tied wrists pinned above my head.
I was completely at his mercy as he worked himself inside of me, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. He treated me like I was indestructible, and made me feel like it was true. His thrusts lifted me off of the floor, my upper body trapped between the wall and him, his cock throbbing inside of me.
Which each thrust he whispered explicit fantasies in my ear. How he wanted to take me from behind. How he wanted me to ride him. How he wanted to feel my wetness spilled onto his fingers, his mouth. His cock.