Chapter 18

Hayden

Victoria makesa quiet sound of protest as I kiss my way down her body, but it quickly turns into a gasp of pleasure when I stop and pay attention to her nipples, sucking deeply then flicking with my tongue, first the right then the left.

I murmur encouraging nonsense, dropping kisses on her ribcage, belly button, just below, and then on her bare mound as I settle between her thighs. "I know you like the way I suck your nipples."

She squirms, and I don't know if it's because she's impatient for me to get to work or uncomfortable at my words. It doesn't matter, because I also know she enjoys the way I eat her pussy. The memory of her responses yesterday kept me up all night, aching to feel her come on my cock the way she came on my tongue.

I know time isn't on my side today, though, and I've spent enough of it already just getting us to this point. No need to waste more.

Slowly, I outline the inner topography of her pussy, tracing the edge of the outer lips, then the inner lips, finally swirling around her clit.

She sighs when I make slow circles there, then shifts her hips, seeking more.

Instead of giving her what she wants, I pull back, and she moans in frustration.

I can't help grinning as I watch her, her hands covering her face, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I take a long lick from opening to clit, drawing another circle at the top.

She sucks in a breath at the contact, lifting her hips an inch when I take my mouth away again.

I repeat the same long lick, but this time I suck her clit between my lips, and she lets out a harsh breath, pushing herself farther into my mouth. This time I don't let go—at least not right away—giving her more of what she's wanting.

When I release her again, it's to give myself space to ease a finger inside her.

Her muscles go lax, and she whispers, "Fuck, Hayden," and the sound of my name on her lips in that voice sends tingles down my spine, gathering in my balls, making me harden even more, which I didn't think was possible.

"Yeah, Victoria," I whisper, punctuating the words with another lick. "Say my name."

I can't count the number of times women have called out the name of my most recent or most famous character instead of my own name. And having her breathe it again is the most powerful aphrodisiac I've ever known.

There's no doubt this woman wants me. Not some fictitious man who doesn't exist that people seem to wish were real. Not the public persona I present to the press and my fans. But me. Hayden.

And I'm more determined than ever to give Victoria the best sex of her life.

I set to work in earnest now, devouring her sighs and moans, relishing the way she flexes and clenches around my fingers, her body getting close to the release I know she's dying for.

Her hand lands on my head, her fingers lacing through my hair, and my name comes out on a choked cry, "Hayden!" Her hips buck, and I band an arm around them to hold her in place so she doesn't accidentally ruin her own orgasm. Her inner muscles clamp around my fingers, and she pulses against my tongue as she comes.

I stay with her, licking her through her orgasm until her feet scramble on the bed as she tries to pull away, whispering, "Stop, stop, stop, enough."

Standing, I retrieve my jeans from the floor and get out a condom, giving myself a few strokes before putting it on. She's watching me greedily, and though she's a tangle of limbs, flushed and satisfied, I know she still wants me.

Stepping closer, I tear open the condom and roll it on, and she opens her arms, reaching for me. I climb back on the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs, and drop to my arms to kiss her. She shifts her hips, lifting to try to get to me.

I reach between us, rubbing the head of my dick on her clit, enjoying the way she hums, and then I find her opening and press forward, sinking inside an inch.

She presses up, trying to force me in farther, and I kiss her again, controlling the pace. The feeling of her heat on the head of my dick is almost too much. I'm on a hair trigger, and if I let her set the pace, I'll come in seconds like a teenage virgin. I want this to last.

Pulling back, I sink in a little farther the next time, and even more the next time, until at last I'm fully inside her. I pause, needing a second to just enjoy the way she feels wrapped around my cock, her pussy faintly pulsing, and I'm not sure if it's aftershocks of the last orgasm or a new one on its way, but it's amazing either way.

I lift my head, looking down at her, brushing a stray hair out of her face. She blinks, her eyes large and dark and liquid, staring into mine.

"Hi," I whisper.

Her kiss-swollen lips curve into a grin. "Hi," she whispers back.

Then I rock into her, and she gasps.

And just like that, I'm sunk. I want nothing more than this for the rest of my life—her sighs, her gasps, her smiles, and to be the cause of them. The knowledge rips through me with a crystalline clarity I've only ever felt once before when I landed my first role under my own efforts using a name that wasn't connected to my parents, based solely on my audition. That was when I knew I'd make it as an actor.

And now?

I'm not sure what this means, exactly. Or I don't want to examine it too closely right now. All I know is that I'm not leaving until this woman comes on my cock.

We rock together, her hips rising to meet mine with each slow thrust, and I watch the sensations pass over her face. She's so expressive and so beautiful, I could happily watch her forever.

But as much as she's enjoying this, I can tell she's nowhere close to coming. She's not making the sounds she makes when she's getting closer.

"Roll over," I tell her as I pull out.

She arches an eyebrow but does as I say, and with my hands on her hips, I pull her up onto her knees. We let out matching sighs when I line up and sink inside her again.

I stroke my hands down the line of her back, tracing her ribcage, the indent of her waist, and the flare of her hips. "You're so beautiful," I murmur, bending to place a kiss between her shoulder blades.

Turning her head, she smiles at me over her shoulder. "Thank you." Her eyes track over my torso. "You are too."

The compliment makes me smile, and even though it could be dismissed as a perfunctory return, the sincerity behind her words makes it clear it's genuine. "Thank you."

She's grinning, though it's mostly hidden by her shoulder, but when I give a sharp thrust, the grin flees, her mouth dropping open with pleasure.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

I set an easy pace, wanting to make sure she has plenty of time to get there, and also not wanting to chase my own orgasm too soon.

Soon, though, I need to go faster. My body demands it, and even if I wanted to hold back, I'm not sure I could right now. Reaching around, I circle her clit, and she grunts at the touch.

"Is that good?" I ask.

She hums her assent, and gathering some of her juices from where my cock is spearing into her, I use it to rub her clit, slow and light at first, focusing on the change in her breathing and the sounds she makes to know when I've found the right place.

"Yes," she hisses when I've found it, and I grin in triumph. "There. Don't stop."

"I got you," I murmur, running my free hand over her ass and hip while I keep up with everything else. "Give it to me, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock. I've been dying to feel your tight little pussy for so long."

She makes those soft, high-pitched sounds that tell me she's almost there, and I'm glad, because I'm going to blow as soon as she does. I'm so close, but so is she.

Picking up the pace even more, I keep my fingers on her clit, and then she combusts around me with a cry, her pussy pulsing around my cock. Heat zips down my spine, and I lose all rhythm as I explode inside her, grinding my hips against her ass as I come.

We stay glued together as the aftershocks leave us trembling, and then I grip the base of the condom and slowly pull out. Victoria collapses flat on her belly, and I can't help dragging a hand over her ass and the back of her thigh before getting up to deal with the condom.

"Bathroom's next door on the right," she mumbles into her pillows.

The bathroom, while clean, isn't exactly tidy. There's a multitude of jars and bottles surrounding the sink plus two hair brushes and various other hair related things that I recognize but don't know the names of. But the towels are hung neatly and are color coordinated with the bath mat and shower curtain, and after I wrap the condom in toilet paper and drop it in the trash can, I find a pump bottle of fruity foaming hand soap by the sink. Clearly the home of two women.

When I return to the bedroom, I climb back onto the bed, curling myself around Victoria and placing a kiss on her shoulder. She lets out a contented sigh, snuggling back against me.

"How soon do you have to go?" I whisper against her skin.

"I dunno. I set an alarm so I could stay in the moment instead of constantly wondering about the time."

That makes me smile. "Smart lady."

And just then the alarm goes off. We both let out matching groans, and she sits up, grabbing the phone off the side table behind me and turning off the alarm. When she turns to look at me, her eyes are filled with regret. "I have to get dressed," she sighs.

Sitting up, I lean over and kiss her. I want nothing more than to linger here with her naked and go another round, but I understand the demands of a schedule, and I'm determined not to make her life more difficult or complicated than it already is. So I end the kiss much sooner than I'd like, pulling back and forcing myself to climb off the bed.

I gather my clothes and pass hers back to her as I find pieces strewn about the bedroom and living room, grinning when she giggles at the fact that our clothes are everywhere. "When can I see you again?" I ask, pulling my shirt down over my torso.

She purses her lips in thought and shakes her head, leaving the bedroom without a real answer. I follow her out, but the bathroom door closes before I can press for more, so I park myself on the couch to put my shoes on.

When she exits the bathroom and sees me, she sighs, her arms and shoulders drooping. "I really don't know, Hayden. My life is very busy, especially with the costumes on top of single parenting and a full time job."

"I know," I answer quietly. "I do. But you can't tell me you don't want more of this." Standing, I cross to her, tipping her chin up in time to catch the blush rising to her cheeks, though she won't look me in the eye.

"Of course," she whispers, "but I still don't know the answer."

"When are you due on set again?"

"Tomorrow."

I drop a kiss on her lips. "Tomorrow, then. We'll figure it out. Call me tonight." Because I've already decided not to make her life more difficult, I kiss her once more, pull my hat low over my eyes, and leave.