by Marie Force
Groaning, he lets my nipple pop free of his mouth and turns onto his back.
I let my gaze take a full, perusing journey from broad shoulders to well-defined pectoral muscles to washboard abs and thick, ropy hip muscles. The incredible, gigantic penis that lies hard and hot on his abdomen makes my mouth water. Leaning over him, I run my tongue from the base to the tip, focusing on the slit at the top that’s leaking pre-cum. I lap him up, and he groans, grasping handfuls of my hair.
I love making him groan, and I want to hear that sound again and again. Taking him in hand, I draw the head into my mouth, licking and sucking until his hips come up off the bed and his fingers tighten in my hair to the point of pain before he seems to realize what he’s doing and lets up.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I slide him in over my tongue until I feel the head nudging my throat. I can’t possibly take all of him, but I can take enough to make this really good for him. Squeezing the part I can’t take, I stroke him while I lick and suck until he’s panting and groaning.
“Addie… Addie stop. Stop.”
Wondering if I’ve done something wrong, I release him slowly, almost afraid to look at his face. He sits up and reaches for me, bringing me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. I curl my fingers around his cock and watch the pulse of tension that jumps in his cheek. “You didn’t like it?”
His wry smile goes a long way toward calming my nerves. “I liked it too much.”
For a second, I’m left off-kilter by the potent impact of that smile and the fact that I’m actually sitting naked on Hayden’s lap while I stroke the biggest penis I’ve ever seen—or felt. It’s surreal, to say the least, and I want that big penis inside me in the worst possible way.
“Are you safe?” I ask him.
A quizzical look passes through those cool blue eyes. “How do you mean?”
“I’m not going to catch anything if we do this without a condom, am I?”
“No, you’re not.”
Because he’s been my friend for a long time, I believe him.
“Are you protected?”
I notice he doesn’t ask if I’m safe, and I’m strangely complimented. “Yes.”
“Addie, before we do this, we should talk.”
“No, we really shouldn’t.” I have all the information I need to take what I want, and I’ve waited long enough to have him. How many days in the office, nights on the town, getaway weekends with our mutual friends and other events have I withstood wishing for what I have in my hand right now? Far too many to count. But there is one thing I have to know before I seal the deal. “Is this what you want, too?”
He glances at the proof of his arousal, which stands tall and hard, stretching well above his navel. “You really have to ask?”
“I’m not naïve, Hayden. I know what happens to men when they get their hands on a naked woman.”
“So you think any naked woman will do?” He cups my breasts and tweaks my nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from me.
“How am I supposed to know?”
“I want this, Addie. You know I want it as much as you do, if not more. But—”
I don’t want to hear how that sentence is going to end. I don’t want to hear any “buts,” so I kiss him as I rise up to take him in. I’m so wet that the head slips in easily, but that’s the only part of him I take easily. The rest is a battle. I begin to fear that I’ve taken on an impossible task.
His hands grasp my ass, squeezing tightly, which gives me something to think about besides the other tight squeeze.
“Relax, babe,” he says in the gruff, sexy voice that made my panties damp long before I decided it would be a good idea to seduce him. “Breathe.”
I try to relax. I try to breathe. I try to let myself go and enjoy this moment that’s been a very long time coming, but nothing seems to help. I can’t make my body relax to admit him. I want to cry from the frustration.
Hayden lifts me up and off him, easing me onto my back. “Relax,” he says again as he kisses my breast and draws my nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sensation zings from my nipple to my clit. “Stop thinking so much. This is supposed to be fun.”
Fun… It’s the most insane thing I’ve ever done. Seducing my boss’s best friend, my longtime friend and one of my employers isn’t exactly the smartest career move I’ll ever make.
“You’re still thinking.”
I feel like a failure. I’ve finally got exactly what I’ve always wanted, and I can’t seem to figure out what to do with him. But he has his own ideas. He kisses a path to my core, lifting my legs up and onto his shoulders. Dear God. I’ve done this before—or had it done to me, I should say—but something about the way he does it is all new and totally consuming. It should come as no surprise to me that he knows his way around the female anatomy, including just where to touch and lick and suck to gain ultimate results. And the results are, indeed, ultimate. His fingers are inside me, his tongue is insistent, and when he sucks on my clit, I come so hard, I see stars.
I’ve barely begun to process the mind-altering orgasm when he is pushing into me, pressing in and retreating and then repeating the process until he’s fully seated, and I’m having constant orgasms from the struggle it took to get there. I can’t seem to be still for even a second.
“Hayden.” I grasp his ass as he hammers into me. His pace is relentless, his eyes are closed, and his jaw is clenched. It’s a relief to know he’s equally affected by what’s happening between us. I feel a connection to him that I’ve never experienced during sex, maybe because I love him. I’ve never had sex with a man I’m in love with before, and the love makes all the difference.
Curling my arms around his neck, I hold on tight to him. I have no choice but to hold on, because he’s ruthless in his fierce possession. I’ll be sore tomorrow. Hell, I’m already sore, but no way will I stop this. Not when an orgasm of epic proportions is growing with every deep stroke of that amazing cock.
“Addison,” he says in that low growl that’s such a huge turn-on.
“Yes, Hayden. Yes.”
“Tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked. So hot and wet. You feel so good. Tell me it’s good for you, too. Tell me.”
“It’s so good. Don’t stop.”
“No, never stop.” Amazingly, he begins to move even faster, slamming into me harder, deeper, triggering an orgasm that makes me scream from the power of it. I come down from the incredible high to realize I’m the only one who came. God, not only is he hung, he’s got incredible stamina, too. He’s like an Olympic gold medalist at making it last.
I open my eyes to find him watching me intently. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say between breaths. I can’t seem to get enough air to my starved lungs.
“Had enough?” he asks with a challenging smirk.
“Not even kind of.”
He slides his hands under my ass and presses into me so far, I swear he touches my heart. His fingers delve between my cheeks, pressing against my anus, which has never been touched before. Oh God, I’m going to come again if he keeps that up, which of course he does, because he seems to know me better than I know myself.
Then he’s withdrawing, and I’m left reeling from the sudden change of plan.
Hayden turns me over, props pillows under my hips and enters me from behind before I’ve had even a second to process what’s happening. One stroke at a time, he’s changing my life and my expectations. Nothing and no one will ever be able to live up to the standard he’s setting with each deep thrust, with each push of his finger against my anus, with every squeeze of my nipple and every mind-altering orgasm. They come from my soul, searing me with their heat and power. One orgasm rolls into another and still he doesn’t let up on me.
He fucks me, literally, to within an inch of my life. If it were possible to die from an overabundance of pleasure, I’d be dead many times over by now. His fingers are everywhere, stroking, touching, penetrating. If he’d asked me first,
I would’ve said no. Not there. But I find myself pushing back, looking for more. He delivers, adding a second finger, and I cry out from the shock of the painful pleasure.
I begin to wonder how long he can keep this up.
His teeth clamp down on my shoulder, and I come again, my internal muscles tightening around his cock and fingers.
“Fuck,” he mutters in the second before he comes, too. He withdraws his fingers first and then his cock, which is still hard.
Wincing from the burn of his withdrawal, I release a deep breath when I feel him get up and leave the room. I hear water running in the bathroom before he returns with a towel that he uses to clean me up. I can’t move. Every muscle in my body has gone liquid, and it’s quite possible I may never move again.
His lips are soft against my shoulder, his tongue soothing the spot where he bit me. He kisses his way down my back. When he nips my ass, I cry out from the shock as well as the bolt of heat between my legs. Then I feel his hard cock against my ass, and I can’t believe he’s already ready to go again. I want to sleep for a week, and he’s hard again?
“Are you wimping out on me?” he asks.
Oh, he knows just what to say to me! I find a source of energy I didn’t think I had and turn to face him, hoping to find that he’s joking.
He isn’t. His gaze is as hungry as it was before we had the hottest sex of my life, and he’s zeroed in on my breasts. My nipples tighten painfully as he drops his head to run his tongue over one of them.
Moaning, I reach for him, curling my hand around his head.
His tongue is soft and gentle, in sharp contrast to the intense desire he demonstrated earlier. My body reawakens with every stroke of his tongue, and the tight throb of desire begins anew. He moves from one nipple to the other, continuing with the soft and gentle theme, until I’m squirming from the sensations that spiral through me.
His hand on my back draws me toward him as he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. He arranges me so I’m straddling his cock. “Now,” he says, “let’s try this again, shall we?”
He’s returned me to our original position and is looking up at me expectantly. Based on the way he absolutely possessed me the first time, something tells me he doesn’t cede control to his partner very often. That he’s willing to do so for me does weird things to my insides. I’m breathless but determined to try. Grasping his cock, I angle him toward my tender flesh, wincing from the sharp burn of his entry.
Biting my lip, I manage to contain a cry of pain. God, it hurts, and I almost stop. But then I remember that challenging look in his cool blue eyes, and I force myself to keep going, to try harder, to give him what he wants.
His fingers press deep into my hips, and I’m sure there’ll be bruises there tomorrow. That’ll be the least of my concerns tomorrow. There’s a very good chance I’ll never walk properly again. Right when I’m sure that this is never going to happen, my body yields to him, and I take him to the root.
When I begin to ride him, he throws his head back and lets out a growl that rates as the single sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, to know that I’ve affected him so profoundly. I can only hope that the connection we’ve managed to find in this bed will stay with us long after this night is history. With him buried thick and hard inside me, his fingers gripping my hips, I’ve finally got exactly what I’ve wanted for so long. If I die tomorrow, I’ll die happy.
Chapter 4
My happiness is short-lived.
I wake up alone with every muscle in my body on fire from the most amazing, aggressive, all-consuming sex I’ve ever had. I make the huge mistake of moving my legs and moan from the pain that travels from my core to every nerve ending I own. Here I thought I was in such good shape, but no workout that I know of could’ve prepared me for a sexual marathon with Hayden.
Holy God, the man has stamina on top of stamina. I’ve never been with a guy who could make it last as long as he did. It was amazing, but the aftermath is painful. Thank God the office is closed today, because I fear I’d have to call in sick, which would tip Hayden off to the fact that he fucked me into a sick day. The whole night is a blur, from the moment he first kissed me to the fifth time he took me, after which I must’ve finally passed out from sheer exhaustion. Had he left right away or had he slept some first? I hate that I don’t know. I hate that I have no idea what happens now that we’ve finally taken this huge step.
I force myself up and out of bed, groaning from the agony that radiates from between my legs. My first time was a lot of years ago, but I don’t remember feeling this sore the next day. Then again, I’ve never met a penis quite like Hayden’s. That thought makes me giggle as I limp into the bathroom to pee—ouch—and start the tub. I need a hot bath to soothe my aches and pains. As achy as I am today, I wonder how long I’ll have to wait for another encounter with that exceptional penis and the man who owns it. How will I ever look him in the eye again at work after having experienced him and his magic penis?
A tingle of sensation between my legs makes me grimace from the realization that even though I had more than I’ve ever had before with him, it wasn’t enough. I begin to suspect that I’ll never have enough of Hayden Roth.
Settling into the blissfully hot water, I close my eyes and try to relax so the heat can do its thing. Images from the sensually decadent hours I spent in his arms run through my mind like a porn movie. Me on top, him on top, him behind me, him touching me where no one else ever has and me liking it way more than I expected to. I pick over every minute, every detail and every expression that crossed his incredibly handsome face as we finally surrendered to years of simmering desire.
I shiver from the memories that are already seared onto my mental hard drive, permanent reminders of a night that will never be forgotten. What is he thinking about today? Does he want more of me the way I want more of him? Was our encounter as life changing for him as it was for me?
I sink deeper into the tub, submerged to my chin. When I close my eyes, sexy, sensual images of the man I love are all I can see. I can’t wait to be with him again, to touch him and kiss him and make love to him. I wonder how long it’ll be before we can do it all again.
Sleeping with Addie is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, and it will not happen again.
Sleeping… That’s the least of what I did with her after promising Flynn I wouldn’t touch her. Sleep was the last thing on my mind when she took me by the hand and tugged me into her apartment to have her wicked way with me.
Toothpaste, mouthwash and two coffees later, I can’t get the taste of her off my tongue. Her taste haunts me, as do the images that flood my brain regardless of my desire never to think again about what we did. If I go there, if I allow myself to wallow in the thoughts of her, it’ll ruin everything.
She and I are friends. We’re business associates. We have many friends in common, people who are important to both of us. People such as Flynn, who would have me killed if he knew what I did with his Addie and how I snuck out in the wee hours of the morning without a word to her, like she was just another random hookup.
I’m a heartless douche to have touched her in the first place, knowing I have nothing at all to give her. I shouldn’t have kissed her at the Oscars, let alone everything I did with her later.
I’ve never been more thankful for my work than I am this morning as I sit in the quiet of the editing room, doing what I do best while trying not to think about how massively I fucked up with Addie. Nothing will ever be the same again now that I’ve touched her and tasted her and fucked her, now that I know how she sounds when she comes and how hot and tight her pussy is. How will I look at her now that I know those things about her?
I won’t. I won’t look at her or talk to her or do anything with her unless I have to. I’ll keep my distance until she gets the message that last night—or this morning, I guess it was—was a one-time event never to be repeated, no matter how badly I might wish otherwise. There’s simply no point to pursuing a relations
hip with Addie when I want none of the things she does.
She’s the kind of woman a man settles down with. She wants a husband and babies and a white picket fence. I want my work and my friends and my ropes and Club Quantum and a life unencumbered by the sort of promises a man would have to make to have a woman like her.
Of course, I knew all this before I kissed her, before I fucked her, before I fucked up with her. I knew it, and I did it anyway, and that’s what makes me a world-class asshole for letting things get so out of hand. But when she touched me and kissed me and let me know what she wanted from me… I’m not made of fucking stone, despite how it might seem sometimes.
I’m known for being cold and ruthless and relentlessly ambitious when it comes to my work, but I do have a heart, and that heart beats for her. It has for a long time. If my chaotic upbringing taught me anything, it’s that we don’t always get what we want out of life. So I want her. That doesn’t mean dick when stacked up against all the reasons why I never should’ve touched her in the first place.
Why am I thinking about this shit when I’ve got a film to finish? A fucking film that still needs a fucking name. One-word titles are my signature. I love the way the right word can sum up so many things. Take Camouflage, for example. That’s the perfect title for a film about a man trying to find out who he is without the uniform that has defined him. In this new film, Flynn plays an addict who hits rock bottom before scraping his way back to life where he discovers that everyone he loves has turned their back on him. We wanted to call it Addict because that summed up the story in a way that would be relatable to audiences around the world.
But the studio rejected it as too simplistic. Like that’s not the whole fucking point. I fought for our title to no avail, and we’ve spent weeks trying to come up with something better. Flynn and I are so married to our original title that we can’t see our way to considering anything else. Just what we need so late in the production, and now we’re under tremendous pressure from the studio to name the fucker so marketing can do their thing.