Page 114 of Every Now and Then
I moan and lift one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist to hold him to me. I can feel his erection twitching against my abdomen. He’sas worked up and needy as I am. My head thumps back against the brick wall as Hayes moves to kiss my neck, swirling his tongue against my skin.
“Is it time to leave yet, Yankee?”
“God, yes,” I pant. Dropping my foot from his waist, I stand on shaky legs as we blurt out our goodbyes and run to the elevator.
And as soon as we make it into the condo, we’re all over each other. We don’t even make it past the living room. Between sloppy kisses, and with hurried hands, Hayes undresses us both. My skimpy dress, which prevented me from wearing a bra, makes this an effortless task.
When I lift my foot to slide off my heels, he stops me. “Leave them on.”
So, I do. Standing in only my stilettos, Hayes warms me from the back. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and lowers his mouth to my neck. His stubble sends a shiver down my spine as he whispers, “I have an idea. Something I think you’ll like. Do you trust me?”
Glancing over my shoulder at him, I nod. Eagerly. The blood rushing through my veins grows hotter.
Hayes’ hands fall to my hips in a bruising grip. Pushing me forward, one step at a time, until my naked front hits the chilled glass of his condo windows. My nipples harden into little diamonds as a gasp lodges in my throat.
“Hands on the glass, Yankee.”
Complying without a second of hesitation, I stand naked, pressed against the darkened floor-to-ceiling window, sixteen stories above downtown Nashville. Totally exposed.
And totally exhilarated.
I should hate the idea that anyone on the street below could look up and see me… but I don’t. If anything, it makes the pulsing between my thighs intensify.
Hayes reaches around my front, swiping his fingers through my slick folds. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans, his gravelly voice an octave deeper than usual. “You love this, don’t you? You love the idea that someone might look up here and see you.”
“Yes,” I whimper, tilting my hips to grind my ass against his erection.
“God, I’ve been thinking about this all night. About taking you against the window. About making you come on my cock for everyone to see.” Toying with me, Hayes continues touching me. His hands roam over my body, never stopping anywhere for long.
Cupping my breasts. Pinching my nipples. Caressing my clit.
He’s driving me insane with want.
“Please, Hayes. I need more,” I plead, my arousal dripping down my thighs.
Palming my ass, he spreads my cheeks apart, the air hitting my wetness and sending a shiver down my spine. Kneeling behind me, Hayes licks me from my clit, down my center with his flattened tongue.
With his tongue and mouth, he plays with my clit, flicking and sucking it, while his thick fingers pump into my drenched slit. The noisy squelching sounds of my arousal fill the air as I pant.
My head thrashes from side to side, fighting my impending orgasm as the muscles in my legs quiver. But with the pressure growing, I can’t hold it off.
My slippery hands slide against the window, grasping for leverage as my head spins. Then a keening sound spills from my mouth as my eyes slam closed, and stars burst behind my eyelids.
When I come, he spears his tongue inside me, fucking me with it and drawing out the sensations coursing through me.
“Fuck, baby. I could feel you squeezing my tongue when you came.”
I lift my head to watch him in the window’s reflection. He stands slowly, his eyes tracking up my naked body. The skin around his mouth glistens with my juices. When he peppers my neck with kisses, I feel the wetness.
He grips my waist, pulling my hips back. Then, he pushes into me, the intrusion of his thick cock stretching me to my limits.
It’s overwhelming. It’s too much. But I’ll never get enough.
Hayes sets a perfectly punishing rhythm. With each brutal thrust, my upper body gets smashed against the window. The synergy of the cold glass and my heated body heightens all of my senses. Arousal curls tighter and tighter as Hayes’ name echoes off my tongue.
When he circles my clit with his fingers, my pleasure splinters, sending shockwaves through every inch of my body. I squeeze him as hard as I can while writhing against him. With a snarl, Hayes erupts, pumping as he fills me.
Winding his arms around my torso, he pulls me away from the window. Kissing my neck, he turns me in his arms, holding me up, so I relax, slumping against him as I catch my breath.
