Page 42 of Hale Yes (Highway to Hale #1)

My body doesn’t know whether to revolt or rejoice. I enjoyed the last spanking, but my ass is pretty sore. “What kind of punishment?” I ask warily, and his grin turns wicked as he sits up on his knees.

“I would normally finger-fuck you and stretch you out for me, but…” He cocks his head to the side. “I think I’ll make you take me without any warm-up.”

I glance down to see the front of his underwear pulled down and his cock in his hand.

If a penis had emotions, his would be furious.

Helix was big last time we were together, but the head looks swollen to twice its normal size right now.

Every cell of his blood seems to be pooled in that magnificent organ, turning it a deep shade of red, and the engorged veins running along the underside only add to the impression that his dick is quite angry with me.

Bring it on.

“If that’s what you think you need to do,” I say coyly, and he bites his bottom lip to fight the smile I can see threatening to take over.

Helix reaches for the box of condoms in the drawer and immediately checks the bottom, no doubt looking at the expiration date. He glances up, catching me watching, and gives me a chagrined half-smile. “Sorry, it’s something my dad taught us when he had the talk .”

I’m pretty sure Haywood Hale most likely had an addendum to that lesson, one that all fathers of rich young men should teach. “It’s a brand new box,” I tell him quickly. “You can check the seal.”

He frowns when he realizes why I brought it up. “You don’t have to say that, Nicolette. I trust you.” Helix’s lower jaw drops a few millimeters, and his eyes seem to defocus as he repeats his declaration. “I trust you.” Somehow, I get the feeling the second time he said it wasn’t for me.

Opening the box, he pulls out three foil packets before replacing the box in the drawer.

“Awfully ambitious, aren’t we?” I tease, and he gives me an imperious eyebrow.

“You insulted my rebound time last time, Dr. Bell, and I feel I have something to prove.”

I grin, happy I goaded him because now he’s going to take it out on me in the very best way. Once he’s sheathed, Helix kneels between my legs and drags the head of his erection up and down my slit a few times, bumping it against my clit.

“Fill me. Please,” I beg because I know he loves it.

Sure enough, he groans deep and low as he slides the head inside me, the crown doing its designed job to open me up. “Hell yes, baby. Beg for this cock. Give me all the thoughts in that beautiful, filthy mind of yours.”

“I want you to use that thick cock of yours to stretch my cunt open wide. Get yourself off with my body, Helix.”

His jaw clenches, and he pushes in another couple inches. It’s pleasure laced with pain because mother of science , he’s big.

“Like this, my pretty queen? This how you want your pussy used?”

I strain against my bindings, my back arching off the mattress as my sex attempts to accommodate his intrusion. “Yes, like that. I want to squeeze every bit of cum from your dick until you’re so weak you can’t even stand up.”

“Fuuuuck,” he growls. “You’re better at this than me.”

I wasn’t sure about that, but the compliment was like champagne bubbles in my mind, leaving me feeling high and uninhibited.

“I can take it,” I say. “Give me all of you.”

Helix leans forward and kisses me, his dick inching in a bit more with the movement.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he murmurs quietly against my lips.

Before I can process that comment, he plunges his tongue into my mouth and distracts me.

The man is a damn good kisser, his pacing and rhythm unmatched, at least in my experience.

I’ve dealt with all the bad kissers in my life.

I even have special names for them. The snake, who rapidly flickers his tongue in and out.

The goalie, who rams his tongue down your throat to play tonsil hockey.

The slug, whose tongue just sits in your mouth and expects you to do all the work.

Then there’s saliva waterfall guy; I think that one’s pretty self-explanatory.

But Helix Hale is none of those guys. He understands the assignment and kisses a woman properly. To me, a kiss is like a dance between two people. Sometimes the motion is back and forth; sometimes it’s circular; at other times it’s frenzied. But it’s always dependent on both participants.

Right now, our tongues are waltzing in slow, rhythmic circles. They wrap and twist like two lovers who only exist for each other, the rest of the world be damned. My body opens fully for him, and we both make noises of approval as his cock sinks deep.

“You’re like warm butter,” he tells me, ending the immersive kiss to pepper little pecks along my jawline. “Melting for me.”

He nuzzles my ear before rising back up above me and sliding his hands up my thighs. His fingers dance in the wide holes of the fishnet and ignite my skin. Then he reaches beneath me and grabs my bare ass, hoisting me easily until my lower back is off the bed.

I look up at him from where I’m trussed on my bed.

He’s a beautiful specimen of man, his shoulders and chest seemingly taking up all the space in the room.

His torso tapers at the waist, giving way to a rock-hard eight-pack that’s currently quivering with the obvious effort of holding back.

He has a little body hair, but it’s well-maintained and not even close to bushman levels.

And the arms? They are the kinds of arms women dream about having around them. Thick, strong biceps and muscular forearms with veins that bulge when he flexes. Not to mention the sexy ink that means “Pursuit of happiness.”

Our eyes meet, and I can read the desire in his dark pupils. “You’re a very bad girl, Nicolette, but you’re about to take me like a good fucking girl.”

“Make me,” I challenge, and his resulting smile is nothing less than triumphant. I asked for it, and he’s about to deliver.

Helix’s hips pull back, and I watch his cock slide out of me, swollen and dripping wet from being inside me. Then he slams into me so hard, I’m forced up the bed a few inches.

“Fuck!” I cry as he slides me back down and folds me almost in half with my knees near my shoulders.

Then he rides me like he owns me, his pace punishing. He leans forward and props his hands on the wall over the headboard, changing the angle to one that has my eyes rolling back in my head. The thick ridge of his penis slides over my G-spot with every deep thrust.

Helix uses his entire body to fuck, not merely a back and forth hip motion like most. There’s rolling and circling, a bowed back, and bunching muscles. It’s like my body is some kind of advanced workout machine that he uses to exercise every muscle group in his body at the same time.

He goes deeper than I ever imagined possible and holds there, grinding his pubic bone against my clit, giving me stimulation from the inside and outside. My vagina clamps around him like she’s found what she’s been looking for all these years, and she’s determined to keep him.

“Fuck yeah. I love when my bad girl is good for me,” he groans, finding a new rhythm that’s exactly what I need. In and out. Hard grind. In and out. Hard grind.

I’m making unintelligible noises, and he reads them like a book, taking full advantage of my bliss. Helix is relentless, pushing against the wall for leverage as his body pounds into mine. He’s taking what he wants while at the same time he’s making sure I get what I need.

The bedsprings squeak and the headboard bangs against the wall so hard I probably won’t get my security deposit back. I don’t give a rat’s ass right now. Helix could fuck the house down and I wouldn’t care.

I need to come. Immediately.

“Helix, please,” I whimper. I look up at his handsome face, pinched with exertion and dripping sweat onto the pillow and my face. A droplet lands on my lips, and I greedily lick it, tasting the salt of him. “Please let me come, Dr. Hale.”

His reply is a guttural rasp. “Goddamn, baby.” He pushes forward until his hips rest against my ass and he grinds. His cock is so deep, and the friction of his leg hair abrades my tender flesh, pushing me over the edge in a split second.

I scream. He grunts. We come.

It’s the most perfect orgasm I’ve ever experienced. We buck against each other, taking and giving until we’re both spent.

Helix has my hands untied a few seconds later, and then he collapses on top of me, our sweat mingling together.

“We’re so good together,” he pants, nuzzling into my neck. His weight is heavy, but not overwhelming because he keeps himself propped on one forearm, using the other hand to stroke up and down the outside of my leg. “Why do I keep trying to deny it?”

“I don’t know,” I say softly, looping my arms around his neck and brushing my fingers through his dark hair. Helix kisses the side of my face and slowly pulls himself from my body. I make a small sound of protest, and he moves to lie beside me.

“What do you want me to do now?” he asks, his voice so quiet it’s almost inaudible.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want me to go?”

I glance at the bedside clock. “It’s really late. You can stay if you want.” Then I realize that sounded a bit cold and amend my statement. “I want you to stay,” I tell him, emphasizing the second word.

His dimple pops gently with his smile. “Okay, baby, just give me a second to take care of the condom, and I’ll be back.”

We just finished round two, this time a hard fuck from behind. Helix wasn’t exaggerating at all about his outstanding rebound time. He positioned me up on my knees and once again had my hands bound to the headboard with his suspenders. I knew there was a reason I was turned on by those damn things.

While my hands were rendered useless, Helix’s had free rein of my body, alternating between rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples.

All the while his mouth was on me, licking up my spine, biting my shoulders, sucking on my neck.

It was sensation overload and just as explosive as the first time tonight.

We didn’t shower after either romp. I loved the scent of hard sex that permeated the room, and since he didn’t mention cleaning up, I assume he did as well.

Or maybe the poor man was simply exhausted.

He’d put in some serious work tonight, taking us both to soaring heights.

We did take time to remove our contact lenses.

I always keep an extra case, and we stood beside each other at the double sink and bared our eyeballs, our blurry gazes meeting in the mirror.

It felt like a very couple-y thing to do and I liked it way more than I probably should have.

Now we’re facing each other on the bed, our legs tangled together and our hands roaming.

“What are we doing?” Helix whispers into the darkness as his fingers draw lazy circles on my hip.

I open my eyelids. His face is inches from mine, and since my eyes have dark-adjusted, I can make out some of his features. His dark brows are pinched together.

“I thought we were going to sleep. Swear to god, if you want to fuck again already, I’m going to have you tested because you can’t be human.”

He barely cracks a grin. “No, I mean what are we doing, as in… us? Are we dating? Fuck buddies? Friend with benefits?”

I lean up on my elbow and squint at the bedside clock over his shoulder. “You really want to discuss labels at 2:37 in the morning?”

His self-deprecating chuckle rumbles his chest beneath my hand. “Sorry, baby. You’re right. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

He pulls me closer, and my leg slips between his. Against my belly, I can feel his cock, which is still sizable though not hard at the moment.

“Good, now shut your sexy pie hole and let me sleep. Some maniac took over my bed and defiled me tonight.”

“What a bastard,” he says, kissing my forehead sweetly. “You want me to kick his ass?”

I’m so content and sleepy right now and nuzzle my nose into his chest. “No, just hold me like this. I miss being hugged.”