Page 66 of Hello Trouble

His skin was hot under my touch, the sweat of dancing still lingering at the nape of his neck, just like mine. It made me think of what was to come and turned me on that much more. He wound his hands around my waist, sliding them over the swell of my ass like the handfuls he had weren’t nearly enough. Using his knee, he parted my legs so I could straddle his thigh, and thank God, because the pressure against me felt just as intense as his kiss.

With a tug of my hair, he had my head falling back so he could nip and kiss along my neck.

I shivered at his touch, overcome with the need to have him closer still.

But he broke apart from my neck and growled into my ear, “Let me get you home before I fuck you right here.”

My skin hummed, my thighs clenched, and I nodded quickly. Anything to get closer to that moment. To express this overwhelmed emotion humming through my chest. I got into the truck, scooting to the middle because I didn’t want to be apart from him, and then he got in.

And I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him again, running my hands over his thigh, up to his hard length straining against denim. Thirty minutes home was too far. “I can’t wait that long,” I gasped against his ear.

His eyes glittered in the darkness, and the light shined off his teeth as he said, “I can help with that.”

My heart skittered along. “You can?”

“Give me a second.” He put the truck in drive and curled his hand around my bare thigh under the skirt of my dress. As he pulled onto the road, he stroked his thumb over my inner thigh. City lights passed around us, blurring at the edges of my vision, and I clutched his arm. I’d never been this turned on in my life. And we hadn’t done anything more than kiss.

I leaned over, nipping his shoulder. “Hayes,” I whined.

“Almost there, baby.”

We reached a road on the outskirts of town where he pulled off and killed the lights on his truck. Without the engine rumbling underneath us, my skin was still thrumming. I could feel myself already wet for him. I wanted to feel him inside me, to sate this aching need in my core.

But he only said, “Lie down.”

Everything in me wanted to obey.

I lay back on the seat, hyperaware of my dress falling over my thighs, showing the lace of my lingerie worn especially for him, for this night.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said softly, looking right at my feminine parts.

Usually, I was shy to leave myself on display like this, but Hayes never made me doubt myself. He left no room for interpretation when it came to his feelings. Within seconds, he had my knees hooked over his shoulders, my dress falling to my stomach.

Using his teeth, he dragged my panties aside and ran his tongue along my slit while his hands gripped my sides.

I let out a whimper. It already felt so good.

A hazy look in his eyes, he reached up, parting my folds so he could place his tongue on my clit, and I moaned loudly. I clenched my legs on his shoulders to support my weight and reached up to lick my fingers and tease my nipples under my dress, imagining his mouth could be two places at once.

He continued licking, sucking, and even lightly biting me, and just when I felt like I was going to fall over the edge and come apart, he pulled back, licking my entrance.

“Hayes,” I whimpered. I’d never come with any of my past boyfriends without the help of a vibrator, but he was pushing me to the edge with just his mouth.

“It’ll feel better the longer you wait,” he promised, teasing a finger around my entrance.

I moaned. “How could it feel better than this?”

“Just wait.” I felt him smile against my pussy before continuing to please me. The rhythm was savoring, punishing, teasing, and torturing until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached up, winding my fingers through his hair and holding him in place.

“Make me come,” I begged.

At that, he stopped teasing me with his fingers and slid them inside me. A feral sound came through my lips, driven purely by pleasure. And then he curled his fingers toward himself to hit my G-spot while his tongue continued the most amazing oral of my life. Now I wasn’t holding his head in place; I was bucking against him, taking everything he was willing to give me.

Because I was falling apart under his touch. Shattering around his fingers and onto his mouth. And even when the waves of my orgasm slowed, he took his time tasting my release.

My breaths were still coming in gasps when he pulled back and gently lowered my hips to the seat, my exposed skin extra sensitive to the rough seat cover.

My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and I watched as he drew his fingers to his lips and sucked, not wasting a drop of me.

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