41. Darcy

CHAPTER 41

DARCY

Hayden pauses with the toy barely touching my clit, the focus of all my awareness. "Talk to me, Darce."

"Good," I manage, abs and thighs tensing. My clit aches with lust. I think my toes are curling. "It's good. I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh," I moan.

He pushes the other end of the U inside me, and my eyes close, my lips part, and I clutch the duvet as the pressure and stretch of the toy send heat rushing through me. Sparks gather low in my abdomen. The toy isn't even on, and my release is on the horizon.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he whispers with reverence, staring between my legs, his jaw tensing. I'm mostly covered by my panties, but there's a damp spot on the fabric, and his broad chest rises and falls fast as he studies it. His eyes flick to mine, and I feel another pulse of heat. "How does it feel?"

"Tight."

A desperate, pained groan slips out of him, and his eyes close for a brief moment. "I'm going to turn the suction on."

I nod, and when he hits the button, a low whirring noise starts. I can feel it, but it isn't centered on my clit. My eyebrows slide together. "I don't think it's on the right spot."

The corner of his mouth ticks up. "I know."

He slides the suction in a slow circle around my clit, never touching the sensitive bundle of nerves where I need it. Another wave of heat rolls through me at the realization that Hayden is teasing me.

"You need to learn to be patient." He sounds hoarse.

My skin prickles. Where's my sweet, funny Hayden, and who is this version of him who tells me what to do?

"Trust me," he adds, and when our gazes meet, an electric current fires through me.

I didn't know he had this in him, but I really, really like it. He circles my clit, winding me higher and higher. I don't know whether asking him to use the toy on me was the best or worst decision of my life. The vibration part inside me isn't on yet, but I feel gentle, pleasurable nudges against my front wall. Pleasure coils in my muscles, gathering and tightening.

"You're soaking the toy," he murmurs, watching where he works it between my legs. With his other hand, he props himself up on the bed.

I feel the urge to grab it and bring it to my chest so he can touch me everywhere. "More," I gasp.

He arches an eyebrow, his cocky side surfacing in a way that's darker than I've ever seen. "Yeah?"

I press my lips tight together, squirming against the toy for more pressure. "Please."

His mouth hitches into a drugged grin. "I think you've been patient enough," he says in a low murmur, and with a slight shift of the toy, the suction lands on my clit.

My teeth clamp together at the intense pull of pleasure between my legs.

"Oh god," I breathe, arching into his touch .

"You like that, don't you?" He's still wearing that smug smile, gaze traveling between mine and the toy, lingering on everything in between—my breasts, my nipples—pinched and aching through my thin bra—my stomach, my panties.

I jerk a nod, trying to keep my eyes open. I can feel the needy, desperate expression on my face. God, this is so intense. It's never been like this—not by myself and not with Kit.

"Tell me it's good, Darcy."

"It's good." My hips tilt toward the toy, and my thoughts narrow to the warmth and pressure between my legs. "It's so good."

"Jesus Christ." There's a wet spot on the front of his boxers. The thought of making Hayden leak pre-cum from this ratchets up the pressure inside me one more notch.

I wish I could see his cock. I wish I could touch him. I wish it was his fingers inside me right now and his tongue swirling on my clit.

Hayden's eyes meet mine, bright and molten. "I'm going to turn the other part on."

Oh god, this is going to kill me. I just know it. He presses the other button and a low, intense rumbling starts against my front wall. The pressure deep in my abdomen doubles, triples, expanding and crackling, making my legs tense and shake. I can barely stand the hot, sparking thrill building around the base of my spine.

"Do you like that?" His voice is gritty as he watches me with focus, and his forehead is damp with sweat.

"I'm so close," I moan.

"What do you need?"

"Touch me," I gasp. "Need your hands on me."

He makes a low, pleased noise in his chest, and then his hand is on my thigh, sweeping over my skin in a possessive, greedy motion. He brushes up my hip, my stomach, over the fabric of my bra before his fingers pinch the stiff, needy peak of my breast. I feel the tug between my legs like a cord.

My toes curl. The hot, fascinated gleam in his eyes, the way his biceps tense and ripple, the low purr of his voice, all layer together to nudge me closer to the edge. Even the softness of the duvet beneath me is too much sensation right now.

Hayden looks down at me like this is the best moment of his life, like he can't believe this is happening. Like he's going to remember every second of this.

"You going to come on the toy I bought you, honey?"

There's no question who's in charge here, and I'm shocked at how much I like this. I nod.

"Good."

The dominant, smug tone of his voice, coupled with the pleased look in his eyes, pushes me over the edge, and I fall. My muscles clamp down on the toy, and he groans. Waves of pleasure pound through me as I arch, and when I reach my hand out, he laces his fingers into mine, squeezing.

"Hayden." My voice is thin, and a shred of my consciousness notices how warm his hand is, how good it feels to hold it like this.

"Jesus, I love hearing you moan my name like that."

I'm spinning out, holding his gaze like a lifeline as my nerves fire and urgent, delicious pulses make me shake. And when my climax finally begins to subside, he lowers the setting on the toy.

"A little longer," he urges, dropping the suction and vibration even more through the last spasms. "As long as you can take it."

I nod, clenching my eyes closed as he draws my orgasm out on the toy, and he makes a pleased noise.

"Good girl," he purrs, and warmth trickles through me. He turns the toy off and gently slides it out of me, and I sink into the duvet with a sated sigh.

Worry clangs through me as Hayden moves off the bed to set the toy aside. But when he returns to the bed and lies down beside me, I relax.

"Come here." He gathers me against his chest, and I inhale a lungful of Hayden Owens's intoxicating, delicious scent. "Nice work," he murmurs against my temple.

I let out a light laugh. "You did all the work."

"I think our friend, the G-Spot Banger , is the real MVP tonight."

I grin into his firm chest and bite back the truth—that I never would have come that hard if he weren't here, teasing me, watching me, making me feel so desired and desperate.

I wouldn't want to do this with anyone but him. I can't imagine having this experience with some guy I've just met.

I lean back to meet his eyes. "Not weird, right?"

Something flashes across his expression that I can't read before he shakes his head. "No, not weird," he says quietly. His hand smooths over my hair, and even though this isn't a romantic thing and we're not like that , I lower my head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

My gaze lands on his sizeable erection, and my thoughts turn dirty and depraved. What would he feel like between my lips, and would he make more of those pained groans? Would he watch and do that jaw-clenchy thing he does sometimes?

I skim my fingers down his perfect chest and abs, and his breath catches. But the second I reach the waistband of his boxers, his hand wraps around my wrist, warm and firm.

"Not tonight." He brings my hand back up to his chest. "Tonight was about you." He swallows, gaze lingering on mine. It feels like he's holding back from saying more. Instead, he pulls the duvet out so he can cover us with it, still holding me to his chest.

"Go to sleep," he whispers against my temple, and I close my eyes.

His rejection stings, but it's for the best. If we have sex, I'll get attached. Falling for a player is a fantastic way to get my heart smashed into pieces, and the idea of messing things up with Hayden is too much of a nightmare to risk it.