Junkyard Dog(36)

The thought of him with other women irritates me. The thought of him viewing me as just another conquest irritates me. The thought of how much I want Hayes and how little he might want me irritates me. I’m a ball of pissed off bitch as I stand next to the bed.

Hayes says nothing about my frown or how I haven’t set down my purse. He must know I’m grumpy. He should ask what the f*ck is my problem. He doesn’t because he doesn’t want to know.

Hayes stands over me, and I really take in his height. He’ll squish me during sex. I bet he’s a selfish lover. I’ll probably pull a muscle. I should just ask to leave.

His lips meet mine, and I lose my f*cking mind. The heat from his tongue sends shockwaves through my entire body, and I drop my purse. Kicking it away, I grip his shirt and deepen the already hungry kiss.

I swear to myself my reaction isn’t personal. I’ve simply gone too long without any passion in my life. Hayes understands the rules. We’re only having fun. Sex doesn’t need to mean anything. Fucking can just be f*cking, and I very much want this man to f*ck me.

I don’t remember yanking off my clothes. I might have even torn my shirt to remove it faster. Hayes isn’t as overcome with lust. He pulls off his shirt leisurely like we’re on vacation, and he has all the time in the world.

My hands immediately go to his chest. I ache to explore the hard muscles and thick, black hairs. Hayes lifts my chin and kisses me again.

I forget about my hands and his chest. My brain shuts down as the throbbing spot between my legs runs the show.

Hayes’s lips remain locked on mine while he leans me back on the bed. My hands grip his shoulders. My hips wiggle wildly as my legs try to ensnare him. Hayes takes my thighs and presses them down, pinning them to the bed. I grunt in his mouth, and he nips at my tongue.

Pushing him away, I frown darkly. “What the hell?”

Hayes opens his mouth to say something. I even sense he wants to tell me to shut the f*ck up. He doesn’t speak, though. Instead, his fingers stroke between my legs.

“Better,” I mumble.

Watching him through half closed eyes, I shiver as his long, thick index finger slides along my slit. He switches fingers and uses the wet one to tease my hard nipples.

Hayes tests and teases the flesh between my legs. I swear he’s like a kid with a new toy. What does this button do? How about this lever? Hayes wants to figure out my body, but I can’t understand his hesitancy. My body is like every woman’s. The buttons and levers do the same stuff.

I watch him until his gaze meets mine. He lifts an eyebrow at my unasked question.

“I’ve been waiting to get you naked for weeks. Don’t rush me, woman.”

His voice is soft, but his meaning remains clear. He’s in the driver’s seat. I’m simply along for the ride.

I consider giving him a hard time about his attitude, but his curious fingers are teasing me in just the right way. However, if I were in charge, I’d no doubt have orgasmed by now. Then I could rest lifelessly while he did his experimenting. Hayes is a slow ass driver on this ride.

To prevent myself from angering the big bully, I cover my mouth, close my eyes, and give myself a pep talk. Just enjoy the ride. Don’t think. Just feel. It wasn’t as if I’m shocked Hayes is controlling. This is his M.O. for everything. So I need to let him play and stop being in such a rush.

Ooh, that right there feels exquisite.

Hayes’s lips find mine again, and I’m startled by the heat behind them. None of the hesitancy I feel from his teasing fingers. He’s a man on fire and I smile at his need.

“Angus,” I murmur when his lips leave mine.

Testing out his name, I say it again when he gives my right nipple a lick. He then devours my nipple and areola, sucking rhythmically until his name comes out as stuttering noises.

My body breaks out in sweat and goosebumps as he sucks and sucks. His tongue bathes my nipple until I’m a whimpering mess. The heat between my legs is unbearable, and I reach for my clit. Hayes pushes away my hand and presses his fingers deep inside me. Groaning loudly behind my hand, I lose control. Hell, I can’t even remember where I am. Hayes is completely in control of my body now.

His rough knuckle strokes my sensitive clit, and I explode. Never in my life have I come this hard and wildly. Right now, I’m all raw nerves firing with pleasure.

Hayes uses his free hand to uncover my mouth. Devouring my moans of pleasure, he kisses me while pumping his fingers into my body. My arms wrap tighter around him. His skin is blazing hot, and I need to feel him inside me.

I don’t think I actually say those words when our kiss ends. Instead, I mumble incoherently.

Hayes takes his dripping fingers from my * and brings them to my lips.

“Taste,” he commands, and I obey.

We lick his fingers clean and then he kisses me again. Hot and demanding, he won’t let me breathe until I become an extension of him. Settling into his tongue’s rhythm, I feel him move over me. Is he naked? I hadn’t even noticed him take his pants off. Having lost all connection with time, I don’t know if we’re going too fast or too slow. There is only Angus Hayes.





TWENTY THREE - HAYES


Candy stretches out on the bed with her lanky limbs wrapped around me as my cock teases her swollen clit. I’ve never before seen the look on her flushed face. If I didn’t know her, I’d think she was stoned. Apparently, one orgasm is all she needs to go brain dead with pleasure.