76. Hayden

CHAPTER 76

HAYDEN

She nods quickly and I reach to the nightstand for my wallet, but her hand settles on my arm, stopping me. There's a question in her gaze.

"What if we didn't—" She searches my eyes, and the blush across her cheeks is so fucking endearing, my heart aches.

"Didn't use a condom?" My eyebrows knit together.

She nods, and heat sears down my spine. The primal idea of coming inside Darcy floods my body with crackling electricity.

"I've never gone without one."

"Me neither," she whispers. "I'm on birth control. I started it last month."

I can't get a full breath. "Are you sure?"

She nods, biting her lip with a coy, embarrassed smile. "I want it, Hayden. I've been thinking about it."

"Jesus." I bury my head against the crook of her neck, letting out a dry laugh. She fantasized about me coming inside her? I'm not going to last more than ten seconds.

"We've had so many firsts together," she says, toying her fingers in my hair, and I smile and nod.

All the important ones have been with Darcy, and nothing before her mattered.

I notch myself at her warm, wet entrance. Her eyes are electric, and she's breathing hard. When I push inside her tight heat, I'm home.

"Oh my god," she whispers, closing her eyes. "I'm never getting used to how big you are."

Pleasure rushes up my spine, tingling and tightening. I shouldn't love hearing those words so much, but I do. I pause so she can adjust.

"Are you okay?" I grit through clenched teeth.

"Mhm." She sighs, eyes rolling back. "You feel so good." Her pussy pulses around me, and I scramble for control.

A hoarse noise scrapes out of me and I can feel the pleasure on my face. The way Darcy feels around me, gripping me, so warm and soft and wet, it flattens every thought in my head. I'm running on pure need, pure love for her.

"So fucking tight." Already, I can feel the pressure coiling around the base of my spine. "I won't last."

"Do you need me to bring up Daniel?"

I burst out laughing, collapsing with my face against her neck. "You're a sick little pervert, you know that?"

She giggles, and I lift my head to smile down at her, brushing the hair off her forehead.

"Admit it." Her lips tip into the prettiest, pleased smile. "It helps, thinking about him."

I shake with laughter. I love her. I love her so much my heart might give out.

But first, I want to make her come again. She gazes up at me with so much trust and love, and I get an idea.

"You want to try something new tonight?"

Heavy-lidded, her eyes flicker with interest. "Okay."

I slip my hand beneath her, brushing my finger down the crease of her perfect ass until I find her back entrance. Her breath catches.

"I want to touch you here," I whisper in her ear. "I want to make you feel good."

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and wariness fills her gaze. "I don't want it to hurt."

My veins rattle with the need to protect her, to lavish pleasure and love upon her, and to show her everything she's never had.

"Do you trust me?"

She nods.

"We'll go slow. It won't hurt. I promise it'll feel so good. Better than you can imagine. I'll be so careful with you, Darce."

"I know." She blinks again, blows a slow breath out, and nods. "Okay."

Her trust in me is intoxicating. I catch her mouth, nipping her bottom lip, kissing her, before I suck my finger and return to her tight pucker, gently pushing inside a millimeter at a time.

"Does that feel good?" I watch her expression like a hawk.

"Yes," she gasps, blinking with wide eyes as I work my finger inside her, winding her higher. "Oh my god. Yes."

Satisfaction courses through me. "What did I say?"

Her eyes close and her lips part, then she tenses around my finger, around my cock. "You said it would be good."

"Tell me I'm right, honey."

"You're right." Her eyes roll back. She's starting to shake. "You're so right. Oh, fuck . Hayden?"

I grit my molars as I drag a deep breath in through my nose. "Mmm?"

Her glazed eyes spark with mischief. "Fuck me."

When she asks me that, in that voice, with that coy, loving expression, I can't say no. My control is torched. I drag my cock out of her, push back in, and groan at the way her pussy grips me, how her perfect asshole squeezes my finger. She's breathing hard, wearing a sweet little agonized frown of pleasure as I stroke in and out, eyes on her the entire time.

Electricity arcs up the back of my legs. I'm too close. I shift our angle and pull her legs up to get deeper. Her eyes widen the moment my thrusts start rubbing her clit. On my shoulders, her nails dig into me, and her eyes get that faraway look that tells me she's close.

"One more," I beg. "Please, honey. Just one more. Come for me like a good girl."

She nods and I'm overwhelmed with pride. We're both breathing hard when she tightens around me like a fist. My vision blurs—I'll never come back from this excruciating pleasure, and I don't want to.

"Harder," she manages, tense like a bow. "Go harder."

"Good girl, Darcy." Dominance grips me like a fist, and under me, she melts further. "Come around your best friend's cock."

Her lips clamp together and her eyes close as she squeezes my length so tight I can't stand it anymore. Fire races through me. I drop my head to her shoulder, chanting her name. I can't think, I can't speak, I just shatter. It's the orgasm that goes on and on, suspending us in time and space. The rest of the world disappears. Every thought, every heartbeat, every cell in my body exists for Darcy and Darcy alone.

We come down breathing hard against each other, and I press my lips to her temple, holding her tight. After we've cleaned up, I tuck her against my chest, where she belongs.

"I feel like I won something, with you," I confide to her like a secret.

She hums, smiling, trailing her fingers over my flat stomach. "I feel the same way."