No Perfect Hero(67)

I chase it right down her body to her smooth, curving shoulders, her delicate collarbones, her lush, full breasts.

The taste of her skin is better than any black label booze.

I drug myself on her, making myself dizzy sucking sweat off her skin, caressing the texture of her nipples with my lips, my tongue. It burns damn hot inside me.

Then she arches for me, threading her fingers in my hair, holding fast to me like I’m the only thing in the world anchoring her – and I can’t hold back.

Can’t hold back from needing her all over again so soon.

Even if my cock hurts from strain, I don’t care, dammit.

Wanting Haley is pain, and I’ll take every last stab aching through me as my body throbs for her, craving that soft, pink sweetness inside her.

My face moves between her legs. I'm on her clit, this time no teasing, just raw focus on bringing her off.

Making her forget. Making us both fucking lost in our haze.

She whimpers pure sugar, dragging her nails through my hair. I pull her legs in, bringing her fully to my face, and then I'm all teeth and tongue and feasting madness.

I could eat this pussy for days.

Days.

Too damn bad she comes like a rocket in a couple minutes, her ass moving on the bed, flames hitched in her lungs, a breathless scream ripping out her ruby lips as I suck her clit to heaven.

Yeah, darlin', right the fuck like that.

Come for me.

I spend another minute savoring her taste after she's able to open her eyes and come back to me. All I can stand before I have to be in her.

Her legs part, and I take my sweet time aligning my dick to take her again. I've unloaded in her three times and I'm still hard as a brick. Fuck.

If that isn't something special, then I don't even know.

I love how she cries out as I slip into the welcoming heat of her pussy, gliding on a yielding wetness and gripping, pulsing flesh. Her heat sucks me off, right down to my balls, sending a vicious kiss up my spine.

“Shit, darlin'. You're gonna kill me with this pussy,” I say, barely an understatement. Right before my words melt into growls as I start to move.

Then we go hard.

Yet when I stop, slowing my thrusts, trying to prolong this addictive hellfire, she pulls me down, kisses me fiercely, her mouth wet and sweet underneath mine, her breaths coming harsh, slender hands cradling my cheeks.

Her thighs wrap around my hips, taut flesh gliding against me, binding me to my own damn senses.

Maybe she's a witch, and I’m completely fucking beguiled. Maybe this pussy feels like perfect sin on my cock because it's enchanted.

Whatever it is, my shoulders tense, and I can't stop myself from driving into her again and again, throwing everything I've got against her body.

It’s not just about the pleasure, the mesmerizing heat gripping me tight, wringing me from my own head with a gasp.

It’s about wanting to sear myself on her from the inside.

Claim her real deep.

It's insane. This can’t be permanent. Can’t be real. Can’t be anything more than an impulse and a fling.

But Hay’s already deep inside me, making me feel every tender, broken place in my heart that’s been craving a gentle touch for too long. Craving to be with someone the way I’m with her now, so completely locked in focus, sweat dripping between us as I bury deeper, hotter, faster.

Fuck, I need to see her face. Need to see her lose control – and it's like she knows.

She tosses her head back, crying out my name again and again with the most beautifully lax expression of raw, captive ecstasy etched in her pretty features. I want to see her make that face again and again, want to hold out just a little longer, but I need to come more.

She pulls me in, draws me deeper.

I've got no control with this one.

A feeling like rushing lava wells up in my balls, bringing my pleasure to a head and turning me wild, monstrous, driven to extremes by her smallest touch and the sound of her voice.

I come so fucking hard it turns me inside out. She takes every drop.

Takes all of me, and I'm only left wishing for one thing.

I wish I could truly give her everything.





*



I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

But Haley and I crash into each other like wrecking balls past noon, and I’ve been through days of military training that didn’t wear me out as much as sex with that little firestorm in there.

It’s evening by the time I wake up.

There’s a text on my cellphone saying to let Hay know that Tara’s fine, and Grandma made her dinner but don’t forget to wake Haley up on time for the pub. I can’t help a faint smile.

Grandma’s treating her like family already.

Looking out for every little detail, minding the p's and q's.

It's like she's goddamn psychic.

It’s still a couple of hours before Hay needs to get moving, and she looks so peaceful curled up in her bed. At some point while we were unconscious, she turned away from me, snuggling her back into my side.

Her pert little ass nudged up against my thigh, and her entire body curled around one of the pillows while her hair spills across the sheets. I can’t help a grin.

Maybe the pillow was easier to tackle than me, when she can’t even fit one of her slim arms fully across my chest. But it makes it easier to ease out of bed without waking her. I slip carefully off the mattress, then pull a sheet up to cover her so she’ll be tucked in without sweating to death in the lingering evening heat.