54. Darcy

CHAPTER 54

DARCY

"God, I fucking missed you." Hayden pins me against the wall in the elevator, sucking on my neck. "I thought about you constantly."

My skin flushes hot, and I arch against him like a cat as tingles run across my skin. "I used the toy in your bed."

He stills and drops his head to my shoulder with a tortured groan. I just laugh. The elevator doors open, and with a grin, he leans down and flips me over his shoulder.

Marry that man , Carmelita hissed at me after Hayden privately donated a hundred grand to the Women in STEM scholarship fund.

"This is unnecessary," I laugh, upside down, as he carries me to the front door and unlocks it. "Anyone could see."

"Let them see." Inside, he kicks his shoes off while gripping the back of my thighs to hold me steady. "They'll know we're busy for the rest of the night."

Heat coils between my legs. "You're not going to tell me to slow down?"

"No." He drops his bag and strides to his bedroom. "That was a stupid idea."

In his room, he gently sets me on my feet. In the next instant, his mouth is back on mine. Then his hands are on the hem of my dress and lifting it over my head. When he sees the lingerie he bought me, his eyes darken, and his head falls back.

"Are you okay?" I laugh.

"No." He groans, frowning at my lingerie. "I'm so hard it hurts."

I make a low, sympathetic noise, and, holding his gaze, I bring my hand to the front of his pants, palming him. His lips part as I squeeze the hard length.

"Poor Hayden." My fingers graze up and down him, toying.

He nods, pulsing against my hand. "Yeah. Poor me."

I laugh, and he grins before unbuttoning his shirt, shoving it off, and losing the pants.

God, he's beautiful. I take a moment to just stare at him while he's smiling down at me. He winds his hand into my hair and kisses my cheek, my jaw, my neck.

"What did you think about when you were using the toy?"

"You."

"Be more specific." He sucks the skin beneath my ear and my eyes close as wetness rushes between my legs.

"Remember the video you showed me? With his, um." I press my lips together, embarrassed. I'm not used to asking for what I want, especially not in sexy situations. "Head between her legs?" My voice turns squeaky.

He chuckles against my skin. "Oh yeah. I've seen that one a few times."

"What's a few?"

"Like, a hundred."

I laugh. "Wow."

He walks me back so my knees hit the bed and pushes me to sit before climbing over me. I fall back against the pillows, mesmerized by the way he looks down at me, like he doesn't know where to start .

His gaze flicks to mine, light and teasing, while his fingers trail along the lace of my bra. "So what about that video?"

"Maybe you could… do that." I watch him explore, tracing up my lace straps. My breasts feel tight and achy, desperate for his attention.

"Go down on you."

His fingers find a pinched nipple through the fabric, and I bite my lip and nod.

He slides the bra down and watches my face as he toys with the puckered peak. Molten heat courses through me, gathering and pooling between my thighs. "Lick your pussy."

"Hayden." I blush.

He drops his head to my breast and pulls my nipple between his lips. A choked noise slips out of me at the drugging pull of his lips, the hot slide of his tongue.

"Make you come all over my face?" he murmurs against me.

I laugh, trying to focus on the conversation.

"Don't be embarrassed." He reaches around, unhooks my bra, and pulls it off. And then his mouth is back on the stiff point, his fingers on the other. "You don't know how many times I've fucked my fist thinking about going down on you."

More arousal floods my panties, and when he brushes over the front of them, he sucks in a sharp breath. "Wet already."

He draws a firm circle, and pleasure ripples through me. I'm breathing hard, watching him enjoy my body. He gives me a dark, devilish smile and slips his fingers beneath the fabric.

We groan together at the divine sensation of his fingers circling my clit.

"Did he ever make you come that way? With his mouth?"

I shake my head. Pressure builds as he drags delicious friction over the sensitive nerves. On his shoulders, my nails dig into his skin.

He slips my panties off, leaving me completely naked. Part of me wants to feel shy and embarrassed, but the hungry look in his eyes burns away any self-consciousness.

Hayden wants me, and I want him to have me.

"Darcy?"

Right. His question. "He tried." My eyebrows pinch with the memory. "A long time ago. Back in school. It didn't work."

He makes a low, unhappy noise in his throat, gazing at my pussy as his fingers return to work, swirling, winding me higher and higher. "And then he just gave up."

I blink, unsure of what to say. Yes, that's exactly what happened. "I gave up, too."

"I'm not going to let you give up. We're going to stay right here until you're happy, whether you come or not. Just enjoy this. Okay?"

I nod.

He lowers himself between my legs, hands on my inner thighs, pushing them apart. My pulse races. This is actually happening. Hayden's about to go down on me.

When his hot tongue drags over my nerves, pleasure rockets through me. My hips arch off the bed. He turns his face to my thigh and presses a firm kiss, inhaling hard and letting it out in an agonized groan.

"Jesus Christ," he murmurs against my skin before he sweeps his tongue up my pussy again.

My toes curl. I clench the duvet. At the center of my spine, sparks start.

"You know what I did after we used the toy together, Darce?"

It's so bizarrely hot, hearing him use my abbreviated name, the one he's used so casually for years, while he laps up my arousal. Worlds collide, and I'm surprised at how well they fit.

"What?" I croak .

He explores me with leisure, dipping and sucking and tugging with his lips. I feel every. Single. Sensation.

"You got my hand all wet," he says in a low voice. He swirls a hot circle on my clit with his tongue, and my vision blurs. I've never been so attended to like this, but from the way he seems to savor me, it feels like this is more for him.

And that is very, very hot.

"I sucked you off my fingers, Darcy," he murmurs before his tongue slips inside me.

I let out a moan, and pleasure gathers inside me as I picture the image of Hayden slipping his fingers into his mouth and tasting me. "You tasted so fucking sweet. Just like you do now."

Another long, dragging lick up my seam. I heave for air, and Hayden grasps my hand and pulls it to his head.

His grin is pure sin. "Pull my hair when you come, honey."

I grasp the strands with my other hand, too, my fingers sinking into his thick locks. I try to laugh at his cockiness, but it comes out like a sigh. He lifts my thighs so they rest on his strong shoulders. The added skin contact is exactly what I didn't know I wanted. His hands linger on my thighs, squeezing and smoothing over my skin to comfort me.

At a lazy, unhurried pace, with his lips, tongue, and teeth, he explores me. Toys with me. Teases me. Winds me higher and holds me there. I don't care if I come. I could lie here forever under Hayden as he goes down on me like he needs it.

He wanders back up to my clit and pulls it between his lips, meeting my fascinated gaze and sucking hard. My eyes roll back and the air whooshes from my lungs in a choked gasp. And low in my body, my nerves begin to fracture.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to come.

He makes a pleased noise at my reaction and does it again, sucking the tight bud. I blink a thousand times in a row as sparkles burst across my vision .

"That's so good," I moan, like the smug heat in his eyes doesn't tell me he knows exactly how good it feels.

His hand moves to between my legs, and a moment later, his thick fingers push inside me.

"Hayden," I gasp. The fullness of his fingers aches in the most delicious, mind-bending way. I'm starting to spin out, nerves pulling tight and fraying. With my heels digging into his back, I tug his hair, and he groans in appreciation.

My orgasm builds low inside me.

"What's the matter, Darce?" he croons, but I pull his hair gently again, and he shuts up with a happy hum.

"This is what I wanted to do last week," he grits out against my pussy, moving his fingers, rubbing the front wall like the toy did. "This is how I really wanted to make you come."

He latches on to my clit and his tongue moves over it. The suction and friction combined with his fingers filling me, working me, send me over the edge.

Pleasure tightens through my body, and my hips buck against Hayden's devouring mouth as I come hard. Wave after wave of heat and sensation roll through me. My thoughts evaporate; I'm just a collection of nerves firing as he moans between my legs, guiding me through it with low, encouraging noises. My muscles spasm around his fingers, and I'm dizzy with the loss of control, the overwhelming bliss, the whoosh of blood through my veins.

Like last time, he draws it out, watching my face and slowing his movements, bringing me down softly until I'm a breathless puddle.

"Oh my god," I breathe as he climbs up beside me and gathers me against him. Blood still pounds in my ears, but a luxurious, sated, heavy feeling settles through my body.

"You're so good at that." I swallow, closing my eyes. "I didn't know it could be like that. "

His lips find my temple and he presses a kiss to my hairline. His voice is low in my ear, making my skin prickle. "Trust me, the pleasure was all mine."

Against my hip, though, his erection strains. His body heat sears me through the fabric of his boxers. I'm sick of waiting. I want to make him feel the way he just made me feel.

Deep down, in the most secret part of my conscience, my heart aches at the knowledge that this will end—this easy, effortless, thrilling dynamic we've found—and I'll never find something like it again.

Which means I have to make it worth it while it lasts.

Wearing my own wicked smile, I wrap my palm around his length. His lips part in surprise and desire glazes his eyes.

It's my turn.