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“It’s just because I love the way your mouth feels on mine.”
If I wasn’t already aching for him, that line would have me climbing him like a tree just to kiss him. Since I’m already uphere, I do. Our faces mash together, kissing him hard, tongues fighting for control as my fingers slide up the back of his neck and grip his thick blond locks.
He moans into my mouth, and then we’re moving, turning, and then he’s shoving his cabin door open with his back, and we fall onto his bed.
Chapter fifteen
Connor
A BUCKING GOOD TIME
Iworkopenhispants, shoving them over his tight, round ass as he straddles me, holding my face as we kiss like he’s afraid that if he lets go, I might disappear. It’s an intoxicating feeling, a rush of excitement wraps me like a heated blanket, knowing that he wants me as desperately as I want him.
We roll to our sides as I free him, wrapping his hard cock in my grasp and stroking him slowly.
He bites my lower lip.
“Ouch.”
“Please, that didn’t hurt,” he replies with confidence.
“It could have.”
“But it didn’t, did it?”
“It was good, actually,” I admit, and his smirk stretches wider.
“What about if I bite you…here?” he says, maneuvering his mouth over my erect nipple, swirling his tongue delightfully once before biting down gently on my bud.
“Urgh, that’s so good,” I admit, grabbing his ass in fistfuls, clenching tight.
“Pants down,” he demands, and I quickly unclasp my belt buckle and free myself from my jeans, shoving them off my legs as he peppers kisses along my jaw.
He shoves me back against the bed and climbs on top, resting his balls over mine.
He lifts my arms above my head.
“Keep those there,” he says, then his eyes dart to the lead rope I picked up the last time I was in town, hanging on the hook on the wall beside the bed. I planned to use it with Lulu, but they had to order a small enough halter, so it’s just been hanging there like decoration until it comes in.
Hayden leans forward to grab it, his groin pressing against mine, and I lift my hips to grind us together more.
“Someone’s eager.” He chuckles, then wraps one of my wrists with the rope. “That’s not too tight, is it?”
“No,” I reply, wriggling my wrist to test it as he ties the other end around my other wrist. I shrug my shoulders back to settle my hands in place above my head, about two feet apart, the rope looping back and forth between them. I sweep my hands around, twisting the rope and inching them closer together before I grip the middle section in my hands and pull to tighten its hold on my wrists as my pulse quickens.
“Perfect,” Hayden says, sitting back a little, but holding the middle of the rope above my head, pinning my arms there. My cock is leaking between us, wedged beside his, and I tilt my hips again. Kissing me, he grinds over me, and while being completely at his mercy should scare me, it has me more excited than I think I’ve ever been. Knowing he’s in full control, that hecould do whatever he wanted, and I’d have no way to stop him. Well, to be honest, I could probably throw him off me if I really wanted to, but I won’t. I want him to take control, to kiss and touch me, and pleasure himself using my body in any way he wants.
He reaches between us and grips us both in his hand, stroking us together, and holy fuck, it’s good.
“Keep your hand there or I’ll stop,” he warns as he sits completely, using both hands to hold us together now, his ass resting on my legs. I thrust up with my hips, bucking him up in the air and bringing a delighted smile to his lips.
“Do you have protection?” he asks, and I nod toward the bedside table.
“I’m good with riding you or being ridden,” I say as he climbs from the bed and pulls open the drawer.
“Me, too, so it looks like we’re going to have all sorts of fun together.” He winks, and my cock twitches. To look at Hayden, you’d think he’s this quiet, shy guy, a writer who enjoys quiet walks and stargazing, but get him undressed and it’s like his true self comes out, confident, bold, and fucking hot as hell. The way he just takes control, tells me what he wants and likes, and takes what he needs. I’ve never wanted to be handled by anyone more.
He grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer and a couple of condoms, tossing all but one beside me on the bed as he rips the other open with his teeth.
