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He groaned, the sound deep and masculine and one I’dneverheard from him before. He kept the one arm wrapped around me, trapping me, but it didn’t feel stifling. Instead, it made me feel safe, as though with that arm, he held back all the threats and all the bad things in the world. “You really don’t know what saying things like that do to a man, right? Or maybe you don’t understand what men want when they hear things like that?”
“Or maybe I want you to do something when I say it,” I argued softly.
“You say that because you don’t know what monsters men can be, the things we want. When I walked around that corner earlier and saw you dressed in so little, stretched out in the sun?” He didn’t finish the thought, but he didn’t need to.
I might not have any real experience, but even I knew what someone might think about at a time like that.
Especially becauseI’dthought similar things when I’d seen him shirtless. If he was a pervert, well, so was I.
I shifted, the energy in my body growing until I had to move my hips. The action pressed something hard against my back, and it took only a moment for my lust-riddled brain to make sense of that.
He’s hard.
That surprised me, and why was that? Wasn’t that exactly what I wanted? Some proof that he found me attractive? Something that made me feel desired, that he couldn’t lie about? He might have had reservations, nothing might happen beyond this, but just the fact that his cock had responded to me was enough.
“I’m pathetic,” he whispered before he pressed his lips to my neck, the kisses soft and teasing, as though he handled something precious and fragile. “I’veneverlet my personal feelings affect a client before, never been unable to resist before, but here I am, hard and pressed against ateenager.” His tone held so much self-loathing, but it didn’t stop the accompanying lust in his voice.
When I slid my finger out, I pinned it with my middle finger and pressed the two into me. The added fullness felt different, though I wouldn’t at first say better.
Except it made me think that the two were probably closer to the width of a single one of Hayden’s thick fingers. It let me fantasize that he wasn’t so hands-off.
He worried about my age, but the truth was that this was all scary. Having him there, having someone I trusted help me, guide me, it reassured me. It made me feel like sex wasn’t nearly as terrifying as it had felt before. In fact, his age and experience were undoubtably part of what drew me.
I didn’t want him in spite of those things, but they were a part of what I loved about him.
And no matter how annoying his habit of overthinking was, even that made me feel safe. I didn’t have to worry because I knew he’d already done so.
I tilted my head, exposing more of my neck to his treacherous kisses. I wanted to wear marks from him, to feel some connection after this fleeting moment ended, to have proof it had happened at all.
I ground my palm against my swollen clit, my movements instinctual, and I lifted my hips each time I sank my fingers in deep.
This time, when my release neared, I chased after it. I rushed toward it,needingto feel the snap of all that tension inside me. After all the rejections, all the time in close quarters with men I wanted so badly but who refused to touch me, I feared I’d go mad if I didn’t satisfy this lust at least on my own.
The first wave of pleasure crashed over me. It started with a tightening in my cunt, the walls clenching around my fingers, and spread from there. My thighs, the muscles in my back, they all followed suit and contracted. I arched my back, and my hand that had teased my breast flew backward, clutching for something to hold on to to keep me from getting rushed away in the torrent of sensations.
And the thing I found to hold on to? Hayden’s arm, still around me. I wrapped my fingers around his thick wrist, clinging to him as though I were on a cliff and he were my only hope of not plummeting to my end.
Itfeltlike my end, too. I kept grinding the heel of my hand against my clit, prolonging this feeling, this blissful, mindless pleasure. The feeling of his arm around me, his hard cock against my back, his familiar scent of sandalwood that surrounded me, it all helped me lose myself in that lovely, sensual haze.
The seconds ticked by slowly, but eventually, just when my lungs burned because I couldn’t even draw in air, that building pressure inside me fully snapped free and I gasped in a rough breath.
I leaned fully back against Hayden’s warm, solid chest, panting hard as I tried to calm my racing heart.
“That was beautiful,” he whispered.
His voice, so close, startled me. When I shifted, I realized my fingers were still inside me. That haziness from before, when lust had made things simple, disappeared.
It made me realize I was naked, that Hayden could see every inch of me, and we hadn’t even done this in the safety of darkness. I peered down my body to find my chest flushed, my nipples still hard, and between my thighs?My hand.
I pulled my hand away, whimpering when even that much stimulation proved how sensitive I remained. I lifted my hand to find my own wetness covering the two fingers I’d had inside me.
I went to sit up, to go wipe off, but Hayden gripped me tighter. “Stay just a little longer.”
“I need to wash my hand,” I said, the words embarrassing me.
He caught my wrist with his other hand. “I don’t want to move. When we do, we’ll break this moment and have to go back to real life. Instead, I want to stay in this dream a little longer.” He tugged my hand back, and I thought he’d wipe it off on something.
Instead, warmth enveloped the two fingers that had just been inside me. Hayden’s tongue moved against me, sliding along the seam between them, capturing every bit of my juices.
