I give her one more chance to admit her desires. When my adjustments are complete, I lightly grip her chin between my fingers and lean down to place a sweet kiss against her lips. "Hailey, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just ask. You don’t ever have to hide from me."
Her breath catches, and her eyes go wide. “I want you to show me, like you said you would…”
Her answer causes a pleased sound to rumble through my chest, and a shiver to run through Hailey. "Upstairs," I growl hungrily.
If possible, her eyes go even wider. But then she turns and hurries up the stairs without any hesitation.
A part of me feels like I should feel guilty for what I'm about to do, but the large majority of me is too enamored, too hungry for her, and too weak not to give in to this heat between us. The past few weeks have shown me a Hailey I've never known before, and I don't think I could stop myself from pursuing her even if I wanted to.
I'll deal with the possible fallout later.
I bolt after her up the stairs and reach my room at the same time she does, so I slam the door behind us and push her up against it. I swallow her gasp with a kiss.
We fall onto each other like we’re starved. Starved for each other’s touch, our tastes, the feel of our hands grabbing at each other as we try to decide what piece of clothing we’ll rip off the other first. She somehow manages to rid me of my shirt, but the time it takes is too much time spent apart because as soon as my T-shirt is pulled over my head, Hailey’s right back to being plastered against me, panting against my mouth and nipping at my lips.
The feeling is mutual. No matter how close I pull her, how long I kiss her, I still can’t get enough. It’s like our years of friendship have been building this fever between us and we didn’t even realize it. And now that we’ve given into it, everything’s about to explode.
I finally force myself to pull back from her, but only so far as to lean my forehead against hers. We’re both panting, both still gripping each other with desperate hands. She looks up at me, the same hunger, sametrustshining in her eyes as was downstairs.
Chest heaving, I brush the back of my knuckles against her soft, ivory cheek. "Sure you want to do this?" I murmur.
She’s nodding before I even finish the question.
"Yes," she breathes. But she must see the last strands of my hesitation because in addition to her words, she also shows me with her actions.
She drops to her knees in front of me.
"Fuck," I gasp before I can stop the word from slipping out.
As much as I've fantasized about Hailey like this the past few weeks, the sight is a thousand times better than I ever thought it would be. Not only is she looking every bit like the obedient partner that I love in the bedroom, but she also looks absolutely breathtaking on her knees. Lust darkens her gaze, and I almost groan when she glances at my pants and licks her lips.
She immediately reaches for my jeans, popping open the button and carefully sliding the zipper down. Just that action is enough to make me start panting. She only pauses for a moment, shooting me a hesitant glance, but then the apprehension is gone, and she's reaching inside my boxer briefs.
This time I can't stop the groan that pours out of me when her hand wraps around my cock. Slowly, and still a bit hesitant, she starts to pump her fist along my length. The pleasure of just that minimal touch has me weakening, and I catch myself with my hands on the door as I fall forward.
Triumph sparkles in her eyes at my reaction, her lip quirking into a smug smile, and then her grip tightens. But when she starts to lean forward to take me in her mouth, and before I can think to stop it, I automatically revert to my dominant side that comes out when a woman is on her knees before me. I grip her hair and pull her head back. She gasps at my forceful action, and for a second, I regret being so aggressive with her. But then I notice she's squirming on her knees and pressing her thighs together.
"Not yet, baby. Use your hands," I say in a rough voice. I loosen my grip on her hair and instead run my fingers through the strands, purposefully offering contrasting sensations.
She lets out a little whimper at my words and slowly starts to pump her hand again. It's only a few seconds before I'm holding back my groan from the pleasure sparking through my body.
I nudge my hips forward, almost far enough to touch her lips. "Suck," I command gruffly.
She keeps her eyes on me as she leans forward and takes the head of my cock in her mouth. I feel her tongue swirl around my shaft right before her cheeks hollow out and she sucks hard.
"Fuck, baby," I groan. My hand drifts to hold the back of her head, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open, so I don’t miss a single second of Hailey starting to work more of me into her mouth. She feels like fucking heaven. All I want to do is sink my entire length into her throat.
My dick is big enough that soon she begins to struggle. When I reach the back of her throat, she gags and puts her hands on my thighs, but before I can ease up on her, she grabs the base of my shaft and goes right back to working me with her hands.
I swallow the temptation to let her bob up and down my length until I come from the sheer pleasure of her silk tongue. Instead, I let the part of me out that she's been flirting with ever since that night at the darts board.
I tighten my grip on the back of her head and slowly start to thrust into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat and she gags again, but still, I don't stop.
"Look at me," I growl. Her eyes snap up to meet mine. I push a little deeper into her mouth, and this time, she doesn't gag.Good girl."I want you to take all of me. I want every inch of my cock buried in your throat."
My words must set her off because she moans and immediately reaches forward to claw my thighs and pull me deeper into her.Fuck.
I push even deeper. Let myself be a little rougher. Another inch in, and her eyes start watering, though she completely ignores the tears now rolling down her cheeks.