Page 32 of My Ex for Christmas
Without warning, her hand slips inside, and she takes hold of my shaft. The pressure she uses is just right—just enough to have my hips jerking forward.
“Fuck, Hadley,” I groan, resting my forehead against hers.
Then her fingers slip around and start teasing my balls, and I almost lose it. I grab her arm and pull her hand away.
She pouts. “I was enjoying that.”
My chuckle is low. “So was I. Too much. You’re going to make me come before I can even get inside you.”
She looks up at me, mischief shining in her eyes. “Oh. Well, we can’t have that.”
I nudge her toward the mattress. “On the bed,” I say. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”
The rush of lust in her hazel eyes threatens to make me come apart all over again. The woman has no goddamn clue the kind of hold she has on me. Even after all these years, I’m fucking gone for her.
With a sweet smile, she gives me her back. I watch the way her long red hair sways as she places first one knee and then the other on the edge of the bed. She glances over her shoulder, a sparkle in her gaze, before she leans forward on her hands.
I step out of my swim trunks, letting my cock spring free. Grabbing myself at the base, I give two testing strokes as I approach the bed. Hadley’s hips wiggle in anticipation.
“This does it for you, huh?” I muse, stepping up behind her. “Being such a good girl, displaying yourself for me like this.”
“Please fuck me, Brooks.”
The sound of her begging is music to my fucking ears.
Hand on the back of her neck, I guide her until her chest is flush with the mattress. My fingers trail down her spine, tracing the smattering of freckles, and over her ass. Then my knuckles brush the inside of her thigh, and one finger pushespast her entrance. Her pussy is still wet. I glide in and out a few times, and she squirms, aching for more.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
Her head tips to the side as she writhes. “Please.”
I pull my finger out, ready to thrust inside her, but I stop short. “Fuck,” I grit out. “I don’t have a condom.”
I didn’t exactly expect the hot tub to be occupied tonight. And I certainly didn’t expect I’d have the opportunity to fuck Hadley from behind either. But happy coincidences.
“I still have an IUD,” she says. “I trust you.”
Her words make my throat tighten. “You sure?”
“I’m sure, Brooks. I want you.”
Fuck. I don’t need any more convincing.
I sink into her slowly, relishing the feel of having her without the latex barrier. Even though she was on birth control the whole time we were together, we were always too nervous to chance it. Now, though, I can’t make myself care about anything except Hadley’s muffled moans.
Her hands fist the sheets as she pushes back against me, taking me all the way. I pause for a moment to gather myself, then I start to pull back. Once my cock is almost all the way out, I thrust back in.
She reaches between her legs, trying to work her clit. I pause, and she lets out a whine. “Don’t stop,” she pleads.
“Don’t touch yourself. Not until I say,” I counter. “Hands behind your back.”
Hadley sucks in a sharp breath, but she does as she’s told. With her hands resting behind her, clasped at the base of her spine, she is completely at my mercy. Gripping her hips, I thrust, hitting all the way home. Then I draw back and do it again, my pace punishing.
“Brooks, yes,” she moans.
I can feel myself on the precipice of an orgasm. She’s close, too.
“Rub that clit, Hadley. Get yourself off on me fucking you bare like this.”
