Page 40 of The Best Kind of Forever
I hold my admission back as embarrassment cartwheels in my lower gut.
“Aeris.”
“I-I don’t know. A while,” I answer him.
Hayes shakes his head, swirling my arousal with his knuckle. “You should’ve told me. I would’ve taken care of it.”
“Don’t you like me like this?”
“You have no idea how much I like you like this.”
I spread my legs wide so he can drink in every part of me, and he does—he practically swallows me whole.
“Then fuck me,” I say, the mounting warmth in my groin growing more and more irrepressible.
Hayes makes a noise in the back of his throat, something half-human and half-animal, and there’s pre-cum staining his crotch. “The first time we fuck, Aeris, won’t be in the middle of a field.”
I whimper but nod, falling back against the soft earth.
“But I can think of another way to please you,” he drawls, and before I have time to form a coherent thought, a cold chill whooshes over my exposed sex, and his head is between my thighs. Stars twinkle in my vision, my head becoming fuzzy, my legs wrapping up over his shoulders.
His tongue dips in and out of me, paying special attention to my drenched labia. He teases his way over the sensitive area, arousing every nerve inside of me, my hormones igniting into a small electrical fire.
“Do you like when I fuck your pretty pussy with my tongue?” he murmurs against the hood of my clit, lightly taking a lip between his teeth and pulling.
Pleasure compresses in my stomach, and I yank roughly on his hair, making him quicken his pace. “Yes, Hayes.”
His tongue circles my nub in expert strokes, spearing into my slick folds. Every movement he performs is methodical. One hand shoots out to grip my thigh, hard enough to leave a bright red print. My legs squeeze his head in retaliation. He presses his other hand down on my abdomen to keep me from squirming.
“I don’t want to hear my name unless you’re screaming it.”
I open my eyes long enough to catch my cum glistening on his lips, and the sight alone has me close to combusting. Hayes is slurping up every drop of my wetness like I’m the first meal he’s had in weeks.
“Hayes…” It comes out as a breathy moan, and I know that’s not good enough.
“Close, but not quite.”
He adds two fingers, stretching out my walls, flicking back and forth before I feel him slide another digit in. Oh my God. The pressure feels so good. I haven’t had someone inside of me in such a long time, and now all of that pent-up sexual frustration is slowly leaving my body.
He works me with his fingers and mouth. His tongue moves in a figure-eight over my bundle of nerves, edging me closer to my orgasm.
“Hayes!” My voice is shaky, same with my legs, and I can’t fight the way my eyes roll back.
“That’s better, Stacks. Let it all out,” he coos. “Let me feel you come on my tongue.”
In the matter of seconds, he locates my G-spot, and I combust into a firework of screaming colors and scalding sensations, leaving me with a high I have no intention of letting go.
He lifts my lower back up so I’m parallel to the ground, then kisses me with an intensity and brightness that until now has been a foreign feeling to me—the kind of feeling that love songs are written about, what romance novels are made of. I can taste my own salty slick on his tongue, but when it’s undercut by the sweetness of his mouth, it doesn’t bother me.
Hayes Hollings just rocked my fucking world.
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WHO KNEW THE DEVIL WAS A MIDDLE-AGED MAN?
AERIS
Ifeel like I’m glowing.
