“I’m thirsty, but it’s not water I’m craving.”
He keeps coming, grabbing at the hem of my tank top and tugging it up over my head as we move. He tosses the shirt on the couch, then closes in on me.
I’m hot and sticky, and my thoughts are muddled.
I'm overpowered by him, intoxicated by his incredible, masculine scent.
I let him pin me against the back of the couch and trap my hands. I let him kiss me, his hard body pressed against mine.
I want to wrap my arms around his neck, but when I try to pull my hands from beneath his, he locks his hands around my wrists, holding me in place while his mouth ravages mine.
It strikes the same chord as the other night when he held me down on the bed and drove into me. He won’t let me go anywhere. Hemakesmelethim kiss me.
It’s hot. Really, really hot.
When he finally releases my wrists, his greedy hands slide down my body. He grabs my ass and pulls my pelvis against his, but he inches closer so he’s still forcing me back against the couch.
The way he has me trapped here, I can’t move much. He slides his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and starts to push them down, but I can envision what happens if I let him.
He’s going to fuck me right here, against the back of my couch.
I can’t let him do that. I’ll never be able to sit on it again without remembering him bending me over it and pounding his cock into me.
“Hayden, no.” I catch his hand and gently tug it away—or try to, but he doesn’t relent.
“I want them off,” he murmurs, kissing the underside of my jaw, then kissing his way down my neck.
“There’s a zipper on the back, but I don’t want you to take them off.”
That’s only half true.
But we can’t, not here. Not on the couch I sit on with my daughter.
Like I didn’t just ask him not to, he reaches back and grabs the zipper. He seems hell-bent on getting me out of my shorts, whether I’m game or not.
What will he do to me if he succeeds?Willhe fuck me, or maybe just touch me? Maybe he’ll press a finger into me and tease me until I come apart in his arms. Maybe he’ll push me to my knees and free his cock, demanding relief after he’s given me mine.
A torrent of naughty, sinful possibilities runs through my head.
I’m staring at his muscular chest as he holds me against him and drags down the zipper on the back of my shorts when I hear Hades’ toenails on my hardwood floor.
I pull away from Hayden to look behind him.
Hades stands a few feet from us with a curious look on his face. His tail wags like he's waiting to be invited to the love-fest.
“Aw,” I murmur, reaching back and pulling the zipper up on my shorts.
I’m not one to turn down puppy dog eyes, even if the dog in question looks like he eats human souls for breakfast.
“Hades wants some loving, too, don’t you, boy?” I shove Hayden away and slip out of his embrace so I can crouch down and give Hades some attention.
Hayden sighs heavily, turning around to watch me give scratches and pets to his brother’s dog. “You know, bringing the dog seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Hades pants happily as I give him really good chest scratches.
Meanwhile, Hayden adjusts his cock and gives the dog a dry look as if to acknowledge my affection has been stolen away by a worthy rival.
“You’re not so big and bad, are you?” I say sweetly, rubbing the dog’s muscular body. “You’re just a big lover boy, huh?”