“That’s sweet, but are you going to stare at me or are you going to put your mouth on me?” She sighs with frustration.
I chuckle. “Impatient are we, Twinkle Toes?”
“Yes, I am.” With a sexy grin, she points to her pussy. “Get to work.”
I choke out a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.”
My mouth lands above her pubic bone, and I kiss the water from her skin. Her head falls back against the wall. Clutching her hips in my hands, I take small bites from her hipbones. I tilt my head up, because I want to watch her face the second I kiss her where she desperately wants me to. With open-mouth kisses, I head lower and cover her pussy.
Her eyes roll back in her head right before she squeezes them shut. Biting her bottom lip, she moans, “Yes, right there, Hayden. I need more.”
The sound of my name spurs me on. I lick into her slit, twirling her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Trailing my hand along her inner thigh, I enter two fingers inside her.
Her hips arch from the wall and press against my hand. “I like the way you work.”
I pull my mouth away long enough to say, “I do my best.” Then I get back to laving her up.
“I’ll make sure you’re rewarded for a job well done,” she says as her fingers tunnel through my hair.
Joking around during sex is something new to me. I’d had no connection with the women I’d hooked up with in the past. I would pick up someone in a club and we’d go somewhere to fuck. We barely made any small talk. Fucking women came to a screeching halt after meeting Rachel. No, I don’t want to think about her now. Not when I have Alyssa in front of me. A woman, for the first time in years, I’m desperate to bury myself inside of.
“I’m not sure how much more I can take. Hayden, I’m about to come!”
Exactly what I want her to do, except I want to feel her orgasm clutching my cock. Rising to my feet, I push my jeans down my legs and kick them off. With her scent on my tongue, I kiss her so she knows how good she tastes. Fusing our mouths together, I place my hands under her ass and lift her.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I press her against the wall. Cold water is running down our faces and bodies, yet I’m burning up like I’m in a fucking sauna. I grab my cock and position myself to enter her. Before I take the plunge, a thought smacks me hard in the head.What about protection?Fuck! How could I forget? I’m so enthralled with Alyssa, I almost forgot the most important thing.
I break the kiss. “I don’t have a condom.” I haven’t needed one in years and don’t keep any in the house.
“I’m on the pill.”
My brain goes into overdrive. No contraception is one-hundred percent effective. I should know—I used a condom with Rachel, and she still got pregnant. Ice trickles down my spine.I can’t do this!My hard-on deflates like a balloon.
Dropping Alyssa’s legs to the floor, I step away, swiping water from my face.
“Hayden, what’s wrong?” Her expression has gone from desire to concern. The fear I’m feeling must be clear on my face.
Reaching around her, careful not to touch her, I turn the water off. “I don’t want to do this.”
As I step from the shower, she follows, and I pass her a towel. She wraps it around her body. I grab another one and wrap it around my waist. Placing my palms on the vanity counter, I take a deep breath to collect myself. I thought I wanted to do this—Ididwant to do this, more than I’ve wanted anything. When it came down to it, the experience with Rachel still literally scares the fuck out of me. I’m pissed at myself for letting this affect me the way it does.
“Hayden, what’s going on?”
I hate that I’ve done this to her again. Leading her on only to pull away. She deserves better. “You should go.”
“What?” I hear the incredulous tone in her voice. “You want me to leave?”
Turning toward her, the hurt expression on her face stabs me in the chest. “I’m sorry. This isn’t what I want.”
She frowns. “You acted like it was exactly what you wanted.”
I drop my head with shame. “I was wrong.”
Pointing a finger toward the shower, she says, “Youwere the one who started this.Youwere the one who told me you wanted to fuck me.”
I push my hair from my face. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Why do you keep running hot and cold with me? Tell me what’s wrong.”
