HAYES
The interview went a lot better than expected. I didn’t feel the need to choke anyone out, so that’s always a plus. I was planning on goading the guys into grabbing a drink, but I was surprised to find Aeris waiting in my bedroom instead.
I hang up my jacket on the back of the door. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
Aeris has her hands in her lap. “I saw your interview.”
“You did?”
“I did.”
She walks over to me and lightly touches my arm. Pinpricks line my exposed flesh, calling out for her body to merge with mine—to the point where we can’t decipher where one of us ends and the other begins.
“It was perfect, Hayes,” she says.
I don’t know if she realizes it, but she’s donning some pretty irresistible bedroom eyes right now.
“I mean, I was going for perfect,” I tease, my heart roaring as loud as an exploding landmine.
Without another word, she attacks me with an earth-shattering kiss, raking my bottom lip with her teeth. She sucks the breath out of me, and when I come back up for air, lust fills me like flour in a measuring cup.
I haven’t seen her in a week, but it’s felt like a lifetime. You’d be surprised how much sexual frustration can build up in just seven days.
I waste no time ripping a line clean down the middle of her shirt, with such force that it makes her voluptuous tits jiggle. I want to pull the pigment from her cheeks and paint every curve of her body; I want to make her see every color of euphoria when she orgasms.
My lips are on her neck, then on her collarbone, then I’m taking the top of her breast between my teeth. A dewdrop of purple blossoms against her flesh, and I soothe the bite with a tender lick.
She rubs the front of her body against me, galvanized to create friction. Aeris angles herself to give me the meat of her thigh to grind myself into, and the way she’s rutting her hips over my dick coaxes my balls to tighten.
I undress myself unceremoniously, but I take my time to help her out of her pants. I slide one leg down, then strip off the other. She’s wearing plain, cotton underwear—which are already slick with her arousal—and once I remove them, I’m greeted by the glistening sight of her puffy, pink lips.
My cock strains almost painfully, and as badly as I want to give it a firm rub, I keep my hands on the curve of Aeris’ waist.
“Aeris, after we’re done here, you’re not going to remember what other men have felt like inside of you,” I say.
My promise seems to rile her up, and she smushes her breasts against my chest, those pretty nipples of hers begging me to suck them in my mouth like I’m feasting on my own personal paradise.
Her teeth graze my earlobe, followed by the whispering of sweet nothings, and I lose any ounce of self-control I have. Aeris’ tongue travels the shell of my ear, knowing exactly how to make me fold under her dainty touch—which I do. I’m milliseconds from collapsing to my knees, and I grip her hips roughly in an effort to steady myself.
Her roaming touch, the warmth of her breath on every inch of me, the hunger and eagerness breaking through her gaze—they all work together to create a radioactive cocktail that stirs the ache in my belly.
“Is that so, Hollings? A little cocky much, don’t you think?”
“If I’m cocky for knowing exactly how to please you, then give me a fucking trophy.”
We trip over discarded piles of clothes on the floor, and I push her up against the wall. Not an ideal surface, but I’m too hungry to find a softer one. A surprised moan rends the air, though she’s quick to jump on board as her fingers claw through the scruff of my hair.
I smash my mouth onto hers, teasing her lower lip with my incisors. Our tongues collide in a whirlwind of passion, stroking, taking turns devouring each other. It’s a taste of heaven with a side of hell. A moan gathers at the base of her throat, and I can practically swallow her growing libido. She digs her nails into my back, which I know will leave behind red track marks.
“You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?” My dick juts against her stomach.
“Yes, Hayes.” Her hands pull at me greedily, then slide down to pet my cock, catching the pre-cum starting to dribble down my shaft. “Claim every inch of me as yours.”
“Mine,” I growl, punctuating the statement with a kiss to her collarbone. A kiss that just so happens to morph into another hickey marring pristine skin.
“Say it, Aeris. Tell me your pussy is mine and nobody else’s.”
My fingers move meticulously down her body—a slow drag that makes her quiver—and I gently skim her vagina. God, she’s so wet.
A mewl wavers from her lips, and I feel her cunt pulse underneath my touch, my fingers already soaked from the preview her body’s given me.
Her voice hoarsens. “My pussy is yours. And nobody else’s.”
That sounds so good coming out of her mouth. My dick twitches at the thought of being coddled by her slick heat, and if I wasn’t so occupied with getting her off first, I’d bury myself to the hilt inside her.
“What do you need from me, Stacks?”
“I need you inside of me. Any part. I don’t care—I just need to feel you right now.”
A labored breath pours from my parted lips as I kneel in front of her, watching her through my lashes. I place her leg over my shoulder before leaving a trail of kisses on the inside of her thigh, biting and sucking on a spot dangerously close to her pussy. Aeris moans, wrapping her leg completely around me. The abrupt pressure challenges my balance a little, and the musky scent of her is making me impossibly dizzy with desire.
“Like this?” My fingers circle her clit, then gently part the flaps, collecting wetness as they go as deep as they possibly can. She’s swollen and tight, and her walls cinch around my digits with each trail and flutter.
Her frame rocks forward as the initial breach pilfers a moan from her. “Oh my God. Yes, just like that. More.”
I watch with pride as she squirms under my touch, feeling her standing leg begin to shake uncontrollably.
I stabilize her. “More what?”
“More, please.”
My fingers curl to scrape her G-spot, and a whole-body shudder wracks through her. I slowly withdraw them, bringing them to my mouth. Fuck. She tastes so good. I stare at her as I suck, and it drives her crazy.
My heart feels like it’s thrashing around, my head running laps. I worship her like no other goddess exists, and I lick every last bit of her off my fingers. I want to gorge on her for the rest of the night, switch to an Aeris-only diet for the rest of my life.
My thumb travels over her labia, the same path my tongue would usually make, but I’m determined to make her come just by using my fingers. I flitter my fingers around in a fast motion before delving inside her again, feeling her squeeze around my knuckles. My digits slide in and out of her hole, making the wet noises rise in volume.
I love the way her body heaves in my presence, coercing me to savor the sweetness of her supple skin. She bucks her hips against my hand, and I become delirious with each brush against her velvet walls.
“Can you give me an orgasm?” I ask, taking the convulsions of her lower half as a silent yes.
I start steadily pumping my fingers inside of her, matching the rhythm of her shallow breaths, only changing my method to employ a circling pattern when her pussy clenches.
“Oh…oh, fuck. That feels so good. I—Hayes!” she screams as her orgasm surges through her.
She takes a moment to collect herself, her body folded into mine and her legs gleaming with a gush of cum. Once I wipe the residue away, we move to the head of the bed.
She pushes me onto my back. I fall with no objection, my tongue darting out to wet my lips as I anticipate her impure intentions. She gets onto her knees, her ass in the air and her tits swaying against my upright dick, and she kisses her way up my stomach. She takes her sweet time teasing me, the swerve of her tongue extracting a tremor.
“Jesus Christ.” The vein in my cock is throbbing, and I know she’s purposefully avoiding it. I’m going to cream before I’m even inside of her.
My muscles strain as she finds each one of my weak spots, conquering me within a matter of seconds. Her teeth trap my nipple as she sucks, then bites, then sucks again. I throw my head back against the bed and surrender myself completely, her name leaving my mouth in the form of a whiny moan.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as she begins to straddle me, moving the seam of her clit back and forth over the sticky head of my cock. My hands find their way to her waist, clinging to her flesh with deep-seated desperation.
My breath stutters. “Aeris, I don’t want you—fuck—I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything.”
“Do you have a condom?”
A slight flash of panic overtakes my face. Yeah, I’m a horny guy, but I don’t carry protection on me like gum. She gently climbs off me so I can reach into the nightstand next to my bed. It takes me about a second to find an XL condom, and I blow out a breath of relief when I do.
I lodge the package between my teeth, opening it with one horizontal motion. Aeris rolls the condom down my length with aching slowness, then she shifts her position until my dick is fully inside of her cunt. I welcome the indescribable pleasure that follows. It’s a maelstrom of fire and ice that incinerates my bones into a fine powder.
She closes her eyes, her walls clenching around my cock. It takes her a moment to adjust to the size, and I experiment with easing myself in and out of her a little more. I can feel the tip of my dick hit her core, filling her, stretching her.
She loses her breath as she begins to ride me at a consistent pace, and the faster she goes, the less the pressure seems to hinder her. She continues to hug my shaft as she moves up and down, her ass slapping against my ball sack, a spark igniting low in my stomach.
“You’re taking me like such a good girl,” I breathe, my hands tightening around her hips.
She moves both of my hands to cup her breasts, and I weigh their heaviness, squeezing them tightly. I take her nipples between my fingers and roll them with the slightest bit of pressure.
“Hayes,” she whimpers, arousal coating her throat.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I want you to ruin me,” she says, her voice doused in erotic undertones.
With a guttural growl, I ease her off me, then, parting her legs gently, reenter her from a different angle. Her hands clench fistfuls of the sheets as I thrust deeper, her caramel hair fanned out beneath her. I can feel her tremble, see the sweat falling down her temples, hear the skittering of her heart.
“Open,” I demand.
Aeris spreads her thighs wider.
“Your mouth.”
She does as I say. I gather some saliva on my tongue, letting it pool into a string of spit that lowers into her mouth. She meets my eyes with the same smoldering intensity, and I watch as her throat moves to swallow.
Fucking hell.
I slide myself in and partway out of her glorious cunt, obsessed with the way her walls contract around my girth, the lubrication from her previous orgasm wetting the latex of the condom.
“You make me feel so good,” she murmurs, barely getting the sentence out between moans.
“Tell me the time and place, and I’ll be inside you for as long as you want.”
I continue to pump, switching between an aggressive forcefulness and a gentle lull, moans and curses littered between each stroke. My body quivers as I quicken the pace, different sensations intermingling to form one potent concoction. Even in my own grogginess, I can tell she’s close.
“Eyes open, Stacks. I want to see them when they roll back,” I tell her.
Her brown eyes go wide, and her teeth dig into her lower lip. “Hayes, I can’t. I can’t have another—”
“Yes, you can.”
I don’t mean for it to come out so commanding, but the vehemence in my voice doesn’t frighten her.
Her entire body shakes with each of my thrusts. “Oh, God. Hayes, I’m going to come!”
I only get a few more in before she’s coming all over my dick, her orgasm rippling through her like a 4.0 earthquake. She looks so gorgeous with her mouth hanging open and sweat blanketing the hollow of her throat. The image alone spurs me on, and a familiar prickle enflames the tip of my cock.
“Ohhh, fuuuck…” I whimper into her neck, the floodgates inside of me opening. My movements become sloppy as I release into the condom.
After taking care of the condom, I drag myself back to bed, making room for Aeris to lay on my chest. She cuddles into me, her hair draped over my pectorals, her hand steadied over my stomach.
“That was better than I imagined,” I sigh, drawing patterns over her upper back with my finger.
Her eyebrows weave into a willowy arch, and she looks up at me curiously. “How often did you imagine that?”
“Do you want me to be honest?”
“Do I?”
I snort. “Probably not.”
Aeris slaps me playfully, but then her expression sobers. “Thank you, Hayes,” she says quietly, her voice packed with exhaustion. I know she’s probably seconds away from falling asleep.
“For what?”
She nuzzles closer to me, a tiny sigh parting her lightly bitten lips. “For fixing me,” she mumbles, and those three words bludgeon me into a powdery dust.
“You’re not broken, Aeris.”
She’s not. What is she talking about? Why would she say that about herself?
“I am, though. Nobody’s ever wanted me like you have.”
Anger starts to set up shop in my mind, but it’s not directed at her. “Those people have been complete idiots,” I snap.
“Hayes—”
I push myself onto my hip bones so I can look at her face, cupping her cheeks with my hands. “I know you’ll see yourself the way I see you one day.”
A sea of emotions crashes into the shores of her brown eyes. She pauses for a few counts, contemplating, but eventually nods her head.
When my steady lips stretch over her trembling ones, love rattles inside my body like bottled lightning—frenetic and blinding, but in the best way possible. My skin sings under her buttery touch, and it’s in that moment that I realize I’d trade everything in the world to stay in her arms a little bit longer.
