the cotton of my shirt.
I do as he says, fighting against the part of me that wants to be embarrassed about sitting here so exposed.
“Relax,” he murmurs, sensing the tension in my body. His fingers skim lightly up my leg, sending a shiver down my spine. He finds my pussy again, lazily stroking and rubbing at first, then easing two fingers inside me.
“Oh my God.” My head falls back against the couch, lolling in his direction. A smirk dances on his lips at my exclamation, but he’s still looking at the fucking T.V., acting completely nonchalant over the fact that he’s fingering me right now.
I’m never going to be able to watch this movie for real, because all I’ll be able to think about is this.
He curls his fingers inside me, stroking them in and out while his thumb rubs circles against my clit.
“Hayden,” I moan his name. “Don’t stop. It feels so good.” With his other hand he strokes himself over his pants, my eyes watching his movements. My breaths grow ragged as my pleasure builds. Closer. Closer. Almost. “Oh, fuck.”
The orgasm shatters through me, my muscles contracting around his fingers while he keeps pumping them. My legs shake falling from the coffee table. That was intense and entirely unexpected.
As I start to come down from the high, before I can feel embarrassed, he says, “Come here,” and pulls me onto his lap, shoving his sweatpants down his thighs. He’s not wearing underwear tonight and his cock teases my entrance. “You’re so fucking wet.” He crashes his lips to mine at the same time he pulls me down onto him, sheathing himself all the way in one go.
I cry out, my body still unused to the feeling and being on top is a whole different ball game. It’s more intense, tighter. Like I can feel him everywhere.
“Shit, did I hurt you?”
“No,” I lie, because the last thing I want is for him to stop. “It feels good.” I yank my shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
I kiss him, hoping to distract him before he starts overthinking. I want to get lost in the feeling. I roll my hips, getting accustomed to being on top. Holding onto his shoulders, I rock up and down, my movements surprisingly steady despite my body feeling like liquid from my orgasm. Hayden dives for my chest, licking and sucking at each of my nipples which sends sparks straight to my pussy. He hisses when my core squeezes his cock.
“Fuck,” he growls, nipping my jaw. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come too soon.”
Leaning back, I place my hands on his knees for purchase, moving my hips up and down, watching how my pussy wraps around his cock. Hayden watches too, his tongue swiping out to wet his bottom lip.
When I look into his eyes, it nearly takes my breath away. How is it possible that this man has chosen me? That he’s looking at me like I’m the sun, the moon, and the Earth all rolled into one?
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck in a dominant gesture, yanking me forward. His mouth dives for mine, our tongues tangling. The kiss is rough, sloppy, but somehow perfect at the same time.
His hold tightens slightly around my throat, his nose pressed to mine. Our breaths mingle in the shared air space, our eyes never leaving the other’s.
“Mine,” he growls possessively, taking my lips in a kiss that steals my breath.
I start pushing at his shirt, tugging it up his torso. He leans back, putting his arms up so I can get rid of it. As soon as it’s gone, he wraps his arms around my body, pressing us together chest to chest. Raking my nails against his back, I grind my hips down and fall apart. He holds me through the orgasm as my body shakes.
I haven’t even come down from my high when he picks me up, depositing me onto the couch with his big body covering mine. He grabs my hips, raising them to meet his, and lets go—fucking me like his life depends on it.
I didn’t think it was possible, and definitely not so soon after the first one, but I start coming again. He yanks his cock from my body, roughly stroking it a few times. A strangled moan passes through his lips as he comes, his semen landing on my stomach in thick spurts.
He buries his head against my neck, pressing a