One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(46)

This isn’t going to work. I can’t do it like this. I need to taste her. Removing my hand, she protests. I don’t listen. Instead, I lift her up and take her to the edge of the bed. Reaching up her thighs, I pull down her thong, exposing her glistening pussy, so pink, so fucking ready for me.

Spreading her legs, I move her dress up around her waist and slowly kiss my way up her thigh.

“Oh God,” she moans, her head falling back, her hands pressed into the mattress behind her. It’s a beautiful sight. Her nipples hard and erect against the fabric of her dress, her pouty lips partially open, her eyes shut, her silky hair dangling behind her like a chocolate waterfall.

I reach the center between her thighs, loving how aroused she is, how ready, and for the first time, I taste. Fuck I’ve wanted this for weeks, but I know what I’m like. One taste, and I’d have to be inside her body. Now? Now, I’m not waiting to taste. To take.

I press my lips against her, kiss her pussy gently, before spreading her lips and licking one long stroke up her slit. Her legs clamp around me, her body tensing from the touch. Loving her reaction, I repeat the long, languid stroke, tasting every inch of her.

Her body still tense, I lift my head and press my palm against her dress-covered stomach. “Relax, baby.”

“It’s just . . . I want this . . . so bad.”

Softening, I say, “I’m not stopping now, so relax, Adalyn.”

Letting out a long breath, she loosens up, releases the tension from her body and spreads her legs open for me. Thank. Fuck. I bring my mouth back to her pussy, kissing her gently before flicking her clit with my tongue in fast, short strokes.

Instinctively her hand goes to my hair. Her nails dig into my scalp with each stroke I make across her slick pussy.

I need relief right along with her.

Removing my hand from her stomach while keeping my mouth pressed against her center, I undo my pants and my cock springs free. I grip it at the base, and without even a second thought, I start stroking myself, using the pre-cum at the head to lube my hand.

I groan against Adalyn’s pussy, the vibration making her back arch off the mattress, her hand grip my head tighter.

I do it again. I hum and suck her clit into my mouth, pulling on my cock at the same time.

Lick, suck, pull.

Lick, suck, pull.

Squeeze.

Fuck. Squeeze hard.

I groan louder, my mouth thrumming into Adalyn. She writhes on the bed above me, her body twisting, her hands desperately directing my head, her hips moving up and down, guiding my tongue.

I place my free hand at her entrance and slowly insert two fingers. Taking her in just at the right time, she flies forward, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. “Oh my God, Hayden.”

Curving my fingers upward, I hit her G-spot and suck her clit into my mouth at the same time. Her walls clench around my fingers as she moans my name. Loud and feral.

“Oh God, yes. Oh fuck yes!” she screams, her head moving back and forth, her teeth biting down on her lip, her hips pumping up and down on my finger and my tongue.

My vision blackens, my sight tunnels in on her and her alone, and nothing else around us matters. Yanking on my cock, my hand moving at a rapid rate, my balls tighten, my stomach drops, and I come . . . fucking hard, my guttural groans mixing with the beautiful sounds coming from Adalyn.

Drop after drop, I squeeze everything out of me.

Her hips slow, her body slouches, and my mouth is pulled from her center. I leave my fingers where they are, lightly moving them in and out of her as she falls from her orgasm.

Slowly, I pass my hand over my cock, easing myself down as well, the high of euphoria eating me alive.

“Hayden?”

“Hmm?”

She sits up, her pussy clenching around my fingers again, and all I can think about is what it would feel like to be buried deep inside her. But I already know. Fucking heaven. Mind-blowing, out-of-this-world, heaven.

“Why on earth have you been holding out on me?”

I remove my fingers and sit up. “To hell if I can remember at this point.”

Laughing, she hurtles her body at mine, tackling me to the ground where she slams her lips against mine, knocking the wind right out of my lungs.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Not even a little.” Adalyn cuddles into my side, holding on to the hand that’s draped over her shoulder. She’s still wearing that devil of a dress that made me lose my damn mind, but now she’s paired it with exponentially dangerous black heels, bringing her lips that much closer to mine.

Easy access, just what I like.

After we, uh . . . got off, we raced to get ready and hailed a taxi, making it to Hamilton just as the curtain began to rise. It was a close call but so worth it.

And so was scoring the tickets, because Adalyn was enamored during the entire musical. Eyes bright and a huge smile on her face, her hand never left mine.

I can barely recall what the musical was about or any of the songs, because my attention wasn’t center stage. It was to the right of me on the girl who is stealing my heart, one precious smile at a time.

The pub Calder picked to meet at is off Broadway, pretty close to the theater, but far enough away from the hustle and bustle . . . and picture-taking tourists, thankfully.

There are no windows to the front fa?ade, just a giant neon-green four-leaf clover and a red awning covering the door. Opening the door for Adalyn, I press my hand to the small of the back and follow closely behind her. Inside, we’re greeted by floor-to-ceiling mahogany wood, neon beer signs, red-leather booths, and a bar that stretches the length of the tavern. In the back, there are some closed-off booths with high backs, hidden from patrons. I direct Adalyn to the far-right booth. When we turn the corner, we find Calder and Rachel . . . making out.