My thrusts are animalistic and out of control. I feel my release barreling down my spine but I'm so hyper-focused on Hailey's pleasure that I push my orgasm off by sheer force of will. I just bear down on Hailey—with my weight, my hand, my hips.
"Give me what's mine," I growl.
"Oh my God," she breathes, seconds before I feel her pussy tightening around me, so much so that it's a struggle to pull out so I can push in again. But then her muscles start to flutter and clench around me, and her orgasm rolls through her so hard, it's all I can do to hang onto her.
It immediately triggers my own release. I drop forward to latch onto Hailey's shoulder with my teeth, pinning her to the bed in every way I can. I groan as I empty inside her.
I fuck her through every wave, every ripple, until finally she slumps against the bed with a tired whimper.
I collapse on top of her, just barely holding my weight up on my forearms. We're both breathing heavily from the force of our orgasms. I don't even have enough energy to kiss her, so I just press my lips against her shoulder and mumble, “When Tristan demolishes me in the gym tomorrow, I’m going to blame you for draining all my energy.”
She lets out a weak giggle and buries her face in the comforter.
I don't want to crush her so I roll off to the side with a groan. When she whimpers from the loss of me, I turn and pull her against my chest.
"Are you okay?" I manage to croak. "Did I hurt you at all?"
She shakes her head, her face still buried in my chest. "I loved it," she whispers. Then, finally, she looks up at me and meets my eyes for the first time since I had her on her back. "I loved all of it. I—I've never come that hard."
I can't stop the very smugsmile from appearing on my face. I don't even try to hide it.
I weave my fingers through her hair and start to play with the strands. "Me neither, baby girl. I think I blacked out for a minute."
Her eyes widen in surprise. "Really?"
I nod, my smile gentling as I follow her train of thought. "Really. You and your pretty cunt will be the death of me." I reach down to slip my fingers inside of her, groaning when I can feel how filled she is with me.
"Fuck, that's sexy," I murmur, looking down the length of her body. I love the sight of my cum dripping down her thighs. But before I can dive too deep into that particular thought, I push off the bed to grab a towel.
I gently push her legs open, kissing the inside of her knee before I start running the cloth over her skin. I keep my eyes trained on her body, mesmerized with the sight before me, but I can feel her gaze on me. She's studying me. Studying me taking care of her in this way.
I let her watch. Even after I toss the towel and drop between her legs again so I can kiss my way up her body and eventually pull her against my chest, I let her watch. I let her see how much I enjoy worshipping her.
I let her see how enamored I am with her.
21
HAILEY
I wake up with a smile on my face, the same way I have for the past three weeks. It's Saturday morning, and my busiest workday of the week, but this week has been so amazing that I don't even care about how tired I know I'm going to be by the end of the day. I'm just excited to get more time with Jax this weekend.
I stretch my body before reaching for my phone, automatically starting my day with notifications and social media.
And frown when I see I got a series of texts last night.
9:38pm Steve: I miss you.
10:02pm Steve: Can we talk?
11:13pm Steve: I'm dying without you, Hailey. I don't want to be without you anymore. I can't.
7:56am Steve: Please just meet me for an hour. 30 minutes. Whatever you can give me, I'll take. I just want to work this out.
8:18am Steve: Please, Hailey...
I sit up against the couch cushions on my makeshift bed and frown at the phone in my hand. I haven't heard from Steve since he blew up my phone a few weeks ago when I never responded. I figured he'd get the hint, since there was nothing he hated more than being ignored. Which is ironic because his favorite way to punish me was always the silent treatment. But when I didn't hear anything afterwards, it was a relief, and I thought he would give up.
That doesn't seem to be the case. And if his current texts are any indication, he's likely not going to stop until he actually talks to me.