She loses her breath as she begins to ride me at a consistent pace, and the faster she goes, the less the pressure seems to hinder her. She continues to hug my shaft as she moves up and down, her ass slapping against my ball sack, a spark igniting low in my stomach.
“You’re taking me like such a good girl,” I breathe, my hands tightening around her hips.
She moves both of my hands to cup her breasts, and I weigh their heaviness, squeezing them tightly. I take her nipples between my fingers and roll them with the slightest bit of pressure.
“Hayes,” she whimpers, arousal coating her throat.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I want you to ruin me,” she says, her voice doused in erotic undertones.
With a guttural growl, I ease her off me, then, parting her legs gently, reenter her from a different angle. Her hands clench fistfuls of the sheets as I thrust deeper, her caramel hair fanned out beneath her. I can feel her tremble, see the sweat falling down her temples, hear the skittering of her heart.
“Open,” I demand.
Aeris spreads her thighs wider.
“Your mouth.”
She does as I say. I gather some saliva on my tongue, letting it pool into a string of spit that lowers into her mouth. She meets my eyes with the same smoldering intensity, and I watch as her throat moves to swallow.
Fucking hell.
I slide myself in and partway out of her glorious cunt, obsessed with the way her walls contract around my girth, the lubrication from her previous orgasm wetting the latex of the condom.
“You make me feel so good,” she murmurs, barely getting the sentence out between moans.
“Tell me the time and place, and I’ll be inside you for as long as you want.”
I continue to pump, switching between an aggressive forcefulness and a gentle lull, moans and curses littered between each stroke. My body quivers as I quicken the pace, different sensations intermingling to form one potent concoction. Even in my own grogginess, I can tell she’s close.
“Eyes open, Stacks. I want to see them when they roll back,” I tell her.
Her brown eyes go wide, and her teeth dig into her lower lip. “Hayes, I can’t. I can’t have another—”
“Yes, you can.”
I don’t mean for it to come out so commanding, but the vehemence in my voice doesn’t frighten her.
Her entire body shakes with each of my thrusts. “Oh, God. Hayes, I’m going to come!”
I only get a few more in before she’s coming all over my dick, her orgasm rippling through her like a 4.0 earthquake. She looks so gorgeous with her mouth hanging open and sweat blanketing the hollow of her throat. The image alone spurs me on, and a familiar prickle enflames the tip of my cock.
“Ohhh, fuuuck…” I whimper into her neck, the floodgates inside of me opening. My movements become sloppy as I release into the condom.
After taking care of the condom, I drag myself back to bed, making room for Aeris to lay on my chest. She cuddles into me, her hair draped over my pectorals, her hand steadied over my stomach.
“That was better than I imagined,” I sigh, drawing patterns over her upper back with my finger.
Her eyebrows weave into a willowy arch, and she looks up at me curiously. “How often did you imagine that?”
“Do you want me to be honest?”
“Do I?”
I snort. “Probably not.”
Aeris slaps me playfully, but then her expression sobers. “Thank you, Hayes,” she says quietly, her voice packed with exhaustion. I know she’s probably seconds away from falling asleep.
“For what?”
She nuzzles closer to me, a tiny sigh parting her lightly bitten lips. “For fixing me,” she mumbles, and those three words bludgeon me into a powdery dust.
“You’re not broken, Aeris.”
She’s not. What is she talking about? Why would she say that about herself?
“I am, though. Nobody’s ever wanted me like you have.”
Anger starts to set up shop in my mind, but it’s not directed at her. “Those people have been complete idiots,” I snap.
“Hayes—”
I push myself onto my hip bones so I can look at her face, cupping her cheeks with my hands. “I know you’ll see yourself the way I see you one day.”
A sea of emotions crashes into the shores of her brown eyes. She pauses for a few counts, contemplating, but eventually nods her head.
When my steady lips stretch over her trembling ones, love rattles inside my body like bottled lightning—frenetic and blinding, but in the best way possible. My skin sings under her buttery touch, and it’s in that moment that I realize I’d trade everything in the world to stay in her arms a little bit longer.
30
A GUIDE TO BROKEN HEARTS
AERIS
When I wake up in the morning, I’ve slept the best I have in a long time—dreamless and well-insulated thanks to Hayes’ freakishly warm body. Sunshine spatters the tops of my shoulders, and imprints from the sheet tattoo my arms and torso. I also apparently passed out before I had the chance to get dressed.
I jostle around in the bed, though I don’t get very far once I notice Hayes’ arms braceleted around me.
“Good morning,” he grumbles, the gruffness in his morning voice making me squeeze my legs together. Despite my pussy being sore from last night’s escapade, she’s ready to jump right back into action, and the close proximity to the droolworthy specimen that is Hayes Hollings has my hormones gearing into full drive.
Braying laughter somersaults out of me. “It’s a good morning for someone,” I say, pushing my ass back against the hardness gliding between my cheeks.
He unwraps his hand from my ribs and seizes my bare breast, circling over my areola with his finger. “I have a beautiful, naked girl in my bed. Can you blame me?” he whispers.
I let out a keening moan, feeling his erection fully seated against my asshole. “If this is the kind of treatment I get in the morning, I might have to wake up earlier.”
“Mmm, is that so?”
The twittering of my heart makes for a staccato beat in my ears, and lust boils deep in my belly. “Oh, yeah.”
I feel Hayes shift beside me, and cold slithers down the curve of my now-exposed back. I turn on my side and prop my head up with my elbow, my eyes gravitating toward the somber expression on his face.
“I talked to my dad. In person. For the first time in years,” he tells me, and I can’t decipher whether his tone is rooted in happiness or disappointment.
I chew on the inside of my cheek. “What did he say?”
“He told me that he wanted to make things right between us—that he wanted to be in my life again. And Faye’s.”
“That’s…good, right?”
“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting it. I want him to be in both of our lives again. I’m tired of resenting him.” A sigh falls from his lips, heavy, as if crippled with weight.
I reach for his hand and hug his fingers between mine. “You deserve to be happy, Hayes. I’m sorry that you didn’t have your father’s support growing up. You always take care of those around you. Now it’s time for you to let yourself be taken care of.”
Hayes squeezes my palm, and the dark clouds in his eyes lift slightly, only enough to allow me a glimpse of the clear blue underneath. “Thank you, Aeris. I just hope I’m not making the wrong decision—letting him back in,” he worries.