against him, the feeling of skin-on-skin sending electric shocks of pleasure skittering everywhere we touched.
“Tell me again,” I murmured, nipping at his lip.
“You look really, really good naked,” he said, hands going straight back to my ass. “Thought so from the moment I met you.”
I snorted, breath hitching again as Hayden went back to work with his fingers, grunting as he brushed a sensitive spot, rocking against him slow and steady. I could feel his cock trapped between us, hard and thick and hot alongside my own, leaking sticky precome onto both our bellies.
“You feel really good naked,” I said, grinding hard against him, spreading myself out so as much of my skin was touching as much of his skin as possible.
“So do you,” Hayden whispered against my lips, grinding just as hard against me, free hand tracing patterns on my thigh as he worked his fingers into me.
Being near him again felt so good that I could’ve come just like this, but I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t settling for less.
The moment I sank down onto Hayden’s cock, I was happy again. For the first time since he’d left, I didn’t feel like a part of me was missing anymore.
I rested my forehead against his, eyes falling closed. For a handful of heartbeats, all I wanted to do was feel him.
I’d missed him so much.
The room filled with the sounds of the mattress creaking, sheets rustling, the two of us sighing and gasping as we moved together, Hayden’s hands roaming all over my skin, mine curled around his shoulders, holding on tight.
“Missed this,” I whispered between deep, needy kisses, heat building in the pit of my stomach. “Missed you.”
“Missed you,” Hayden agreed, fingers tightening, possessive.
There was no rush now that we were together, just the slow build of heat and need and pressure. I still remembered every tiny signal Hayden made, the way his breath hitched, the way his hips jerked, the bite of his kisses when he was close.
He watched me with dark, glittering eyes as I sat back, stroking myself as I teetered on the edge, fingers tightening on my thighs as he rocked into me, hips speeding up.
The sound Hayden made as he came was the best thing I’d ever heard, a shout that cut through everything else in the room, no need to be quiet now that we were alone. It was enough to pull me over with him, crashing headlong into bliss, sticky streaks painting Hayden’s chest and stomach as I came, wrung out and exhausted.
I groaned as I rolled off him, flopping onto the mattress beside him and panting to catch my breath.
“No one can interrupt—”
I was cut off by the sound of my phone vibrating in my pocket, cutting through the happy, fuzzy warmth of post-orgasm haze.
I swore under my breath and leaned over a laughing Hayden, grabbing my jeans and fumbling for my phone.
“Hello?”
“Did you arrive okay?” Mr. Lewis asked on the other end of the line.
How was his timing so bad, even on the other side of the country?
“It’s your dad,” I whispered to Hayden, covering the mic on my phone.
Hayden only laughed louder, gasping for breath between giggles. Even if I’d wanted to be mad at him, I couldn’t have managed it—I loved seeing him like this.
Even if he was laughing at me over yet another interruption at the hands of his father.
“Yeah, Mr. Lewis, I got here fine. Sorry, I meant to text, I just…”
“I understand,” Mr. Lewis said. “You boys have more fun things to do than worry about me.”
He had no idea, and we were still keeping it that way. I wished I could tell him, let him know that I understood how he loved Hayden and why he worried, because I loved him and I worried and all I wanted was to see him happy, but…
But it wasn’t that simple.
“Is he treating you okay?” Mr. Lewis asked.
“He’s been an incredible host,” I said, settling myself down beside him again. “Very gracious. You raised him well. But I already knew that.”
“Tell him from me that he’d better take care of you, or I’ll be disappointed.”
“He’s right here, you can tell him yourself if you want,” I offered, grinning at the look on Hayden’s face.
“No, no, I’ll take your word for it. Although you can tell him that he could call his old man a little more often. This is the first I’ve been sure he’s still alive in weeks.”
I laughed at that, but I