I push some of the empty containers into a large trash bag, keeping my eye on Hayes as he reaches up to take down a nest of streamers.
“Did you have fun?” I ask.
Hayes gives me a panty-melting simper. “This was one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.”
“Really?”
He crosses the space between us, his hands on my waist as he pulls me into him. “Really. And it was all because you were here,” he says.
“I think you’re giving me too much credit.”
“Well, I mean, there is something you could do that would make my birthday better.”
I smack my forehead. “Oh, shoot. We never set the chocolate sauce out, did we?”
I strut over to the fridge, deliberately swaying my hips from side to side, and I can feel Hayes’ eyes on my ass the entire time. I dig around to pull out the Saran-wrapped bowl of chocolate sauce that Josie had whipped up from scratch, and I place it on the dining table.
Hayes takes the seat closest to me. Heat thickens across the back of my neck when I glance down at his legs.
“Spoons?”
He doesn’t say anything, so I go ahead and open the drawer, grabbing two spoons.
Instead of sitting beside him, I wrap one arm around his neck and lower myself onto his lap. A low groan makes its way out of him.
Stay cool, Aeris. Stay cool.
I peel back the thin plastic layer on top, dipping my spoon in and gathering a little pool of cocoa. The minute I turn toward Hayes, he wraps his lips around the bowl of the spoon, looking up at me through his thick lashes.
Oh, dear Lord. I’m in trouble.
His mouth detaches from the spoon with a pop, and he leans back in his chair, a cocksure grin on his face. Can humans smell pheromones? I hope they can’t, otherwise I’d reek of desperation right now.
My thumb instinctively comes up to wipe a dreg of chocolate from the corner of his mouth, but he grabs my wrist before I can fully pull back my arm, lapping at my digit with the snap of his tongue.
Oh, God. How am I already soaked? Does just being in Hayes Hollings’ presence make girls instantly wet? It must be some kind of superpower of his.
He slowly unbuttons the first few buttons on my blouse, revealing the red, lacy bra cupping my breasts. My nipples feel especially sensitive, and I wouldn’t mind feeling the heat from his mouth engulf them.
“Shit, Aeris. You have no idea how much I want to fuck your tits right now—how good my dick would look sliding between them,” he growls.
He removes my shirt a lot more delicately than last time. He probably would’ve torn my bra off too if those things weren’t so expensive. His touch roams every square inch of me, tracing the slope of my waist. There’s something both wild and docile about it, and the buzzing sensation that overcomes me is comforting in a way that words will never be. He pulls my lower lip between his teeth, tugging just enough to lightly bruise the delicate skin. When his tongue flicks over the bite, warmth reaches every part of me with an unprecedented determination.
Every nerve inside of me is electrified with an inexplicable feeling—a feeling of two souls being bonded together, a sacred bridge rising between two minds, connecting us by the thinnest thread in the universe.
With heavy eyelids, he pours the remainder of the chocolate sauce down the front of my chest, and as soon as the stickiness hits my skin, my whole body shudders. Dark brown liquid slathers my flesh, trickling down my stomach and into the waistband of my pants.
I throw my head back, letting him devour my tits, and he rolls my pert nipple between his long fingers. A moan levitates up my throat, my hand jerking roughly in his hair.
He notches his groin against my denim-clad cunt. My underwear is already damp with arousal, restricting my movement. I want them off. I want nothing between us. I want to be skin to skin with him.
He’s breathing so heavily that it sounds like a jackhammer in my ears. “Be a good girl. Tell me all the ways you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name. I don’t want to be able to walk straight for days. I want to have bruises all over my skin from your hands and your teeth, and I want my vagina to be so sore that I can’t imagine ever taking another inch of you.”
“Fucking done.”
I’m on autopilot when I lift his shirt over his head, flinging it somewhere to the side. I use my breasts to smear the chocolate around his chest, watching as his skin shines under the canopy of sweet confectionary. I bite my tongue to stop from licking every drop off of him.
I lower myself onto the floor, right between his knees, dipping my lips down to the mountain range of his abs. The aroma from the chocolate is disorienting in the best way, and I tongue his navel, watching his stomach hollow.
“Fuuuck.” He lolls his head back, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling at my scalp. The needy whimper sticking in his throat stokes embers of passion inside of me—embers only for him.
I end my expedition at the top of his faint happy trail, and then my fingers move down to unzip his pants and pull down his boxers, letting his cock leap out in all its eight-inch glory. It’s angry and red from neglect, and it shines with a pearl of pre-cum over the swollen head.
“I love how hard you are for me,” I breathe, tracing my finger along the dominant vein running up his shaft.
His dick spasms, and his hands dig deeper into my sides. “And I love how hard you make me.”
I shed my jeans and my thong in record time, leaving us both naked and covered in chocolate. He pulls me back onto his lap, and my pussy is sopping when his fingers strum the overstimulated area. His penis nearly covers half my torso with its erect state, and my cunt palpitates from the proximity alone.
Hayes slides his fingers inside me without preamble, stretching out my walls, hunting for that special spot that makes me scream his name and fist his hair. They curve and flit, gaining momentum until a loud moan slips out of me.
My upper body shivers, and I pull myself closer to him, my nails scratching his back harshly as they search for relief. “Wait, we need a—”
He twirls his digits in an expert circle, and the sensation budding inside of me cuts off my train of thought.
“I got tested a while ago. I’m clean. But I can go—”
“No,” I stop him, stilling under his hand. “I have an IUD. We’re good.”
It’s criminal the way he pumps inside of me, now knuckles-deep inside my swollen cunt.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he growls, removing his drenched fingers.
I shuttle my entrance over his dick, which is pulsing with anticipation to shunt inside of me. The first stretch is the most delicious. The moment his tip sidles against my core, I instantly clench around his shaft, and vertigo plays with the edges of my vision. I feel so full, the pressure in my cervix growing with each passing moment.
His breath mutates into a guttural rumble that shakes my frame. “If you’re going to continue milking me like that, you better be ready to watch my cum drip out of you.”
When he goes to silence my mewls, I can taste the bitter tang of chocolate on his tongue. There’s a slow crawl of heat that sprawls in my stomach when he bucks against me, every banded muscle in his torso tightening like a rope.
His hands are firmly dug into my sides to keep me in place as I ride him. He pistons his hips against my pelvis, something heady darkening in his eyes. I arch against him to grant him a better angle, and I can feel a burning pain blaze up from where his nails are breaking through my skin.