Page 27 of Everything In Between

TWENTY-ONE

jersey

The way Hayes is inspecting me has me feeling like a goddess, sent specifically for him. His gaze travels over me reverently, as if I’m the sky, the moon, and his entire universe.

It makes my head swirl and my need for him skyrocket.

This whole day has felt magical, and all of that is because of him. His selfless confession from earlier about intimacy has been running through my mind, and I know, without a doubt, that I want to share this with him.

“Hayes . . .” I say, hoping my voice comes across seductive. His focus moves from my breasts to my eyes where he locks in, studying me and waiting for whatever I’m about to say, an unreadable glimmer in his eye. “Please. I want this with you. I want to be yours.”

Hayes apparently comes to terms with whatever is going through his mind because he closes the distance between us again, reaching for me and pulling my body flush against his.

The heat of his naked torso against mine sends a pool of desire straight to my center.

He kisses me and runs his tongue along the seam of my lips.

I open for him, allowing him to kiss me more thoroughly.

From my lips, he moves down my neck, across my collarbone, then to my breasts.

Leaning forward, he surrounds one of my nipples with his mouth.

His hot tongue flicks across my breast and my pebbled nipple, sending my arousal for him careening out of control.

My clit throbs and aches for his attention, my need for him growing with every second.

Tossing my head back, I gasp his name, letting myself get lost in the way he’s working my body.

One of his large hands traces the curves of my body until he finds the waistband of my panties.

He flicks his eyes up to mine, asking me quietly if what he’s doing is okay—always letting me set the pace.

I nod, rolling onto my back on the floor and languidly wiggling my lower half to encourage him to continue.

He leans down and presses a kiss right below my belly button as his fingers hook into my underwear, pulling them down over the length of my legs.

He doesn’t remove his lips, and it has me squirming in the best way.

I can count on one hand the number of times Corey took the time to pleasure me like this, each time leaving me feeling anxious and self-conscious.

Hayes has seen all of me at this point—has tasted all of me—but I still can’t get over the intimacy of having him down there and the level of pleasure and satisfaction he can bring me with only his tongue and his fingers.

Even with that vulnerable feeling comes a sense of belonging with him I’ve never felt before.

And I want more.

I’m desperate to have every piece of Hayes Vogt. I yearn to have him claim me as his. The thought of him moving deep inside of me, thrusting and hitting that spot, sends me spiraling into absolute oblivion.

After tossing my underwear to the side, Hayes spreads my legs and lowers his weight on me, finding my mouth again and kissing me senseless.

My hands rove over the muscular planes of his back, dipping into the band of his boxers and pushing them over his hips.

He doesn’t stop me, raising his pelvis enough for me to help get his underwear off.

With him on his knees like this, I finally have the chance to take in his physique, appreciating the firm planes of his chest and the muscular divots of his abdomen. This man is the definition of fit, and I know he spends countless hours working and training so he can be the best at what he does.

His eyes spark when I reach for him and trace the contour of his pecs. “You could do that forever and I don’t think I’d stop you. I love having your hands all over me.” His voice is husky, thick with lust. I shiver as his words fall over me. “Close your eyes, Jersey.”

I do the opposite. Instead of following his instructions, I raise an eyebrow, asking for more clarification. His lips twitch at the corners and he kisses me once, before saying again, “Close your eyes.”

He uses one hand to gently ease my eyes closed. My chest heaves with anticipation as soon as I can’t see him. What is he going to do?

The blankets shift as he moves his weight off me to one side. My ears tune into every little breath, every rustle of the blanket, every crackle of the logs in the fireplace.

Then his breath is on me, blowing gently across my nipples until they’ve hardened into tight buds. I start a bit when his tongue presses against one, then the other, warming and suckling them. He gives my breasts equal attention, one with his mouth and the other with his fingers.

I’m soaking wet, my pussy clenching around nothing, the need for him accelerating with every passing second.

Keeping my eyes closed, I whimper. “Hayes, enough teasing.”

“Enough?” he rasps. “I don’t think it’s enough. I barely think we’ve started.”

His hand slides to my center, dipping in and out of the wetness pooling there.

I squirm against him, searching for that delicious friction that only he can give me.

Without even realizing it, I’ve spread my legs farther apart, opening myself up for him and inviting him to take me.

He makes a satisfied sound in the back of his throat and rewards me by adding a second finger.

I arch my head back against the floor and let him work my body in the way only he knows how.

It’s a startling fact, knowing that I have been in serious relationships before and none of those men knew how to bring me pleasure like Hayes.

Part of it, I suspect, has to do with the off-the-charts chemistry we share with each other and his unadulterated dedication for owning my pleasure and my heart. Even a simple glance or a sideways smirk from Hayes has my pulse increasing and need vibrating through my body.

“Hayes,” I moan, even just thinking about how this man drives me wild. He murmurs against my lower abdomen where he’s raining kisses against my sensitive flesh. I open my eyes and glance down at him. “Enough teasing.”

He chuckles and slides his fingers out of me, climbing up my body until his face hovers over mine. He’s got a devilish grin on his face, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “I need you inside of me. Right now.”

His smirk grows, and he leans down to kiss me. “Consider it done.”

If I thought he was giving me pleasure before, I was sorely mistaken.

There’s nothing quite like the feel of Hayes’s body against mine in this way.

He slides up and down my center, getting his cock wet, pausing long enough for his tip to nudge against my clit in a way that amps up my arousal exponentially.

Unable to take the sweet torture any longer, I reach down between my legs and position him right at my entrance.

Hayes groans at the sight of me taking control in this way and the sound goes straight to my aching clit.

This may be the first time I’ve ever felt emboldened enough to do something like this, and I like the illusion of power it gives me.

When he’s in position, Hayes pauses before pressing forward into me. “I have condoms upstairs.”

“I have an IUD,” I whisper, arching again when he tongues at my nipple.

He meets my gaze. “Jersey, do you want me to wear a condom?”

His question makes me fall for him even harder. “I want you inside me now.”

After receiving my full go-ahead, Hayes eases in. The sensation is delectable—it’s been a while since I’ve had sex and the intense pleasure is tinged with a hint of discomfort at the stretch of his thick cock inside of me, but if anything, it adds to my arousal.

I like feeling Hayes split me open.

Hayes seems to like it too. He drops his weight on top of me, burying his face in my neck as he eases inside of me. His breath is hot against my skin and his little sounds of ecstasy echo in my ears, sending shivers down my arms and spine.

“Fuck, so good,” he grits out once he’s thrusted all the way inside of me. The sound of what I’m doing to him amps up the intimacy of this moment. With other guys, it was always just sex, but with Hayes, this is different.

More meaningful.

He stills for a moment, letting me adjust to his length and his girth. Even the feel of him unmoving, is doing things to my headspace.

I close my eyes and rock my pelvis against him, searching for that friction again.

Hayes obliges me and finally starts moving again.

He hits me deep, in just the right place, and I have no doubt that I’m seconds away from exploding. Hayes pushes himself off me, bracing himself on his hands until he hovers over me.

Our eyes lock, and the intimacy of the moment hits me square in the chest. He doesn’t look away, taking in the pleasure he’s giving me written all over my face. He must see something in my expression because something shifts in his amber eyes and a devilish smirk appears on his lips.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, honey?”

His dirty talk is sinful, enticing. And it brings me closer to the edge.

I fight it, hoping to prolong this moment for a little longer.

Hayes is having none of that, though, and he uses one of his hands to start strumming at my clit, bringing me to the edge and catapulting me over it.

I explode around him, unable to fight it any longer. I catch a glimpse of Hayes’s eyes again, fast on mine. There’s something behind those eyes that I haven’t seen for a long, long time. Something I’m not sure either of us is willing to put a name to yet.

With those thoughts lingering in the back of my mind, I squeeze my eyes shut and let the wave of pleasure take me under.

Hayes follows shortly after me, slumping his weight against me once again as his orgasm hits. He buries his hands in my hair and holds me close, his lower half gently rocking into me as he rides out the rest of his pleasure.

When he pulls out, I immediately miss the feeling of him and silently wonder to myself how quickly we can do it again.

Hayes hops up and returns a moment later with a wet cloth. Without saying a word, he spreads my legs, using the warm cloth to clean me up. When he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth aside and presses a kiss right below my belly button.

It’s such a tender gesture that it makes my heart hurt.

I reach for him, and he settles on the ground next to me, circling me closely against him and tucking the blanket around us.

When I settle my head on his biceps, he tangles his fingers in my hair, drawing my head back so he can kiss me deeply.

I toss one of my legs over his hip, using my heel to pull his body closer to mine so we can keep this cozy warmth between us.

The fire continues to crackle in the fireplace, and we drift off to sleep with the scent of each other on our skin and the presence of each other in our hearts.