Rapturous (6 page)

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.