Page 58 of The Best Kind of Forever
“You,” I reply, rolling the bud between my fingers, lightning striking my core in varying degrees of intensity.
Hayes watches me, spellbound, and he helps me slide out of my dress, revealing the black, lacy thong riding high on my waist. There’s a damp spot over my sex, and it spurs Hayes to release a throaty groan. My underwear is the next thing to go.
“Do you think about my tongue stretching that gorgeous pussy out?”
“Yes,” I gasp. My hand travels south and cups the outside of my vagina, the familiar wetness loosening a pained breath from my lungs. If only Hayes could feel me right now.
“In detail, Stacks.”
“I think about how your tongue makes my legs shake, how when you lick me and fuck me with your fingers, I want to combust into a million pieces.”
Hayes makes a guttural noise at my declaration, his erection pleading to be freed from the confinement of his pants, and when he finally sheds the restrictive barrier, his dick is twitching in the palm of his hand.
Thanks to his lack of pants—and now, lack of underwear—I can see his abs contract as he starts to rub his length, pumping his hand back and forth. He throws his head back, his Adam’s apple wobbling in his throat, his jaw squared.
My fingers flick against my pussy, salaciously parting my entrance, and there’s a squelching sound that echoes through the room.
“Jesus.” Hayes’ hand speeds up, bulbs of pre-cum beading down his thick, pulsating shaft. “Do I always make you this wet?”
“This if all for you, Hayes.” My digits curl against the roof of my clit, and I know that once I disengage myself, I’m going to leak onto the bed. When I start to moan loudly, my free hand comes up to cover my mouth, absorbing the sound.
“Aeris, remove your hand.”
“But the guys will hea—”
“I want to hear every pretty noise out of that mouth of yours,” Hayes orders, evoking a full-body shiver. I slowly remove my hand upon his instruction. Hayes’ orgasm is just out of reach, and I’m literally watching him come undone before me. He doesn’t care how loud he is, and that just quickens my impending climax.
I’ve memorized his sequenced throbs, his shallowed breathing, the straining of his eyes as they roll back into his head. My skin is ripe with goose bumps as I circle against my walls. We’re both staring at each other—to the best of our ability—and the prolonged eye contact adds to the pressure in my cunt.
“Fuck, you look so good.”
My fingers flitter around, and the minute I crook them against my G-spot, my orgasm shatters through me. I cry out, my muscles going lax against the bed, and my hand a sticky mess I hold away from the sheets.
There’s a smoky edge to Hayes’ voice. “There’s that pretty noise. And I can’t wait until that’s my name you’re screaming.”
Once I regain my bearings, I situate myself directly in front of Hayes. “I want you to come on me,” I coo, barely allotting him time to register what’s happening. The coolness from the air combats the warmth of my body, and my nipples pucker from the chill coming through the vents.
His dark eyes look me up and down, and he curves his wrist over the crown of his cock. He leans over me as his stroking becomes forceful, one arm braced against the bed. He slides his large hand up his shaft in a final pump, and I’m close enough to hear the muffled sound of my name spill from his lips. He comes all over my front, a geyser of wetness splattering my tits and stomach.
I wait for him to come back down to Earth to show him just how much I loved him marking me,sayingmy name when he came. The second his eyes seem to clear and his breathing levels out, his gaze is riveted on me.
I use my finger to lazily smear his cum around, sucking his seed into my mouth.
Hayes lets out a low groan before kissing me, not caring for the mess he’s made or the musky taste of him on my tongue. It’s rough and urgent and impatient, and I love this raw version of us.
When we pull away, he presses his forehead to mine. “I hope I’m coming to the image of you for the rest of my life, Aeris Relera.”
“Take a picture, Hollings. It lasts longer.”
25
HOMICIDAL TENDENCIES
HAYES
Aeris came by a few minutes before the game to give me a good luck kiss, and she was wearing my jersey.Mine.She looked fucking good with my number on her. I’m definitely going to have fantasies about railing her from behind with my number splayed on her back.
I jog in place in the chute, trying to drown out the announcer’s stentorian voice and the rowdy noise from the audience. My hands have already started sweating in my gloves, and my pulse is probably a jump away from certain death.
