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He trailed kisses down my stomach, and my pulse picked up. He placed his head between my legs, and I sucked in a breath. He licked my lower lips, and I clenched.
“Relax, baby. I won’t hurt you…”
I stared down at him and he stared up at me. He kept on staring while his tongue swirled outside my entrance. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying he wouldn’t try and penetrate me.
He reached up and kneaded my right breast, his thumbs rubbing my nipple. “Pull my hair, love. It will help you keep calm.”
I gripped him with my fingers, and trembled against his face as he tongued me, the heat from his breath making me writhe on the sheets.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, stopping momentarily to grab my ass and hoist me up. He pulled me onto him and his mouth clamped down on my clit.
“Ahh!!!” A ball of fire spread from the base of my spine to my core. “Pierce,” I moaned, pulling at his tresses. Waves of ecstasy. Coming and coming. He carried on sucking me, his nose pressed against my pelvis. “That was…” I couldn’t find the right words.
“I know,” he gave a cocky smirk, shifting his body up the bed to put his arms around me.
He smelled of sex. He smelled of me. He even tasted of me when he kissed me.
I could feel his hard-on against my belly, and my heart missed a beat.
Could I do this? I HAD to do this… I LOVED him.
I moved my hand down.
But a sour taste filled my mouth, and my stomach heaved.
He held me tight. “It’s okay, love. I don’t need you to touch me.” He blew out a breath. “I can take care of myself…”
“I didn’t want that.” My voice shook. “I wanted to do it to you.” I paused. “But I couldn’t.”
“How about you look at me instead?”
I squished my brows together. “Maybe…”
He untied his robe and I forced my gaze onto him.
Sweet baby Jesus!
He was terrifying…purplish, veined and freaking huge.
“Watch me. Watch me get myself off. There’s nothing scary about it.”
Without waiting for my response, he started stroking himself. Part of me was revolted, but I felt a certain fascination watching him. Liquid seeped from his tip, and he seemed to grow bigger by the second. He began to drag his fist up and down, jerking his dick almost violently.
“Is what I’m doing okay?” he had the consideration to ask. “I can go to the bathroom if you’d prefer.”
My heart melted for him. He was aroused because of me. I didn’t want to be a cock tease. I wanted to love him in every sense of the word.
Tentatively, I reached out. My breath stuttering, I placed my hand over his. Our eyes met and a slow smile spread across his handsome face.
“Squeeze,” he rasped. “Squeeze my hand.”
It wasn’t as if I was actually touching his dick, I told myself, so I did as he asked.
He climaxed with a shudder. Thick, creamy whiteness spilt between our fingers. It felt sticky, but not unpleasant. He grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand and wiped us both clean.
“Look at my cock now, Hayley. It’s at half-mast already. Not so big anymore.”
I stole a quick glance, then looked away. “Yeah…”
He pulled me into his arms, tucking me under his chin and kissing the top of my head. “I’m so fucking proud of you, love. You took a big step tonight.”
“I’m proud of you too,” I spoke into his chest. “Proud of how you’ve managed to stop drinking. You didn’t even check out the mini bar.”
“Ha,” he laughed. “I didn’t need to. Jake would have given instructions for it to have been cleared before we arrived.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” he laughed again, then his tone turned serious. “I told you I don’t need to drink when I’m with you.” He laced his fingers through mine. “I’m addicted to you, Hayley Wilson.”
“I’m addicted to you too, Pierce Fox,” I breathed.
“That’s good. I mean that we’re addicted to each other.” He stroked his hand down my back.
“I’m kinda worried about that interview tomorrow morning. That we’ll have to act like we’re a couple.”
He leaned away from me. Held me in his gaze. “As far as I’m concerned, we are a couple. I wanna be your real boyfriend, sweetheart. I hope that you want that too.”
I stared at him. Was he messing with me? No. His expression was deadly serious. “How can you want me? I can’t have proper sex with you.”
He shook his head. “There was a bloke I knew once. A teacher. He used to tell me all the time, ‘there’s no such word as can’t’. He persuaded me not to give up my studies. It was thanks to him that I got into university.”
“He sounds awesome, but I think my situation and your studies are a tad different,” I had to interject.
