I glance down again and bite my lip between my teeth, and when I lift my eyes, his expression relaxes with relief.

“Don’t worry,” he assures me, his fingers exploring my body with minds of their own. They pinch my nipples, and I bite down harder on my lip as my body melts for him.

I’m worried. I’m definitely worried. It’s been too long since I last had sex. Sex with Mike is going to hurt . . . a lot.

“Hailey,” he says, and I pull my eyes from the glistening head of his enormous cock. He holds my gaze and leans forward, kissing me softly until my eyes flutter closed and his touch travels down, down, down.

Mike’s tongue dances with mine, intoxicating and distracting as one of his hands grips my hip and the other slides between my legs. His fingertips find my slick, tight bud, and my knees nearly give out beneath me.

“Mike,” I gasp, and he captures his name with a kiss that makes me heady. His fingers rub in slow circles, the friction melting me like an ice chip lavished by a tongue. His palm brushes my clit as he slips his hand further between my thighs, sliding a finger deep, deep into my heat.

I struggle to kiss Mike, to keep my head from falling to his shoulder, as he strokes the perfect spot inside me while massaging my clit with his thumb. He kisses at the moans coming from my parted lips, and his other hand skates up my stomach and over my breast, rolling my pebbled nipple between his fingertips. Little bolts of pleasure jolt through me from so many places at once, I don’t know how he’s managing it—his hand between my legs, his fingers around my nipple, his lips against my lips, his tongue between my teeth.

In ecstasy, I realize that this is what it’s like—this is what it’s like to be worshipped by a drummer.

Mike slips a second finger inside, and this time, I can’t help breaking the kiss to drop my forehead against his shoulder. I bite the slack of his T-shirt between my teeth to keep from losing control, but when he dips his head and finds the hollow of my collarbone with his satin tongue, that control threatens to slip.

I’m overwhelmed. With his fingers filling me and his tongue savoring my body, I’m consumed by electric sparks that lick me to my core. He’s kindling a fire that’s growing out of control, and when he carefully slides a third finger into my slick heat, pleasure-pain rockets through me.

“Fuck,” I hiss as the heel of Mike’s palm grinds over my burning bud, coaxing my body to melt around his fingers, to stretch to fit their width.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks, and I shake my head against his neck. My fingertips are digging into the backs of his shoulders, my body accepting him and demanding more.

“You’re killing me,” I plead against the sizzling column of his neck, the sound of my own voice making my nipples tighten with need.

“Come for me,” Mike orders over the sounds I’m making against his skin. My sex is milking his fingers, drawing him in, begging for what’s waiting in his lap.

“I need you inside me,” I plead, pulling away to burn my gaze into his. I’m desperate for him, coming undone at my seams, and I can see him struggling with restraint when he forces himself to deny me.

“Come first, Hailey. It’ll be easier for you.”

“Please,” I beg, but Mike only leans forward again, forcing me back and taking my nipple between his lips.

“Oh my God,” I groan, my heat clenching his fingers as he lavishes my breast with wet kisses and swirling licks. “Oh my God. Oh—” My breath catches in my throat and my muscles scream for release. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.

“Now,” Mike orders, and when he pins my nipple between his teeth and fills me to bursting with his fingers, I fall utterly, completely apart. My hips buck and I scream his name, and I’m spasming around his fingers when they suddenly leave me empty. The loss drives me mad with want, and I’m not sure if I’m going to cry or scream, when his cock presses firmly against my slick folds. I gasp as his swollen head begs entrance into my still-orgasming sex, and Mike pushes down on my hips, stretching me around his solid length.

“Hailey,” he says, moaning my name like some people moan “God.” But it’s me who worships his mouth as his fingertips sink into the meat of my thighs, holding me in place as fireworks ignite all throughout my body. They spark in my core as I squeeze hungrily around him, milking the length of his satin cock as he begins to move inside me.

“Fuck, Hailey, you’re so ready for me,” Mike breathes against my kiss-bruised lips. “You feel fucking amazing. You feel perfect. Baby, open your eyes.”

I struggle to open my eyelids in spite of the sensations rocking my sweat-beaded body, but when I do, I can tell my pupils are dilated and my eyes are still half-lidded. Everything is brighter, crisper, and Mike’s chocolate gaze melts any parts of me that were still whole. He lifts his hands, pushing my wild hair from my eyes and holding my face gently in his palms. I know what he’s going to say before he says it—I can see it in the way he looks at me, the way he touches me.

“I love you.”

His eyes are locked with mine when he says it, and this time, it’s just us. It’s just us in the dark with him penetrating my body and my soul, and when I kiss him, he listens. He listens to everything I can’t say yet.

My lips tell him that no one—no one—has ever made me feel the way he does. He’s in my head, in my heart, and having him in my body feels like finding a puzzle piece that’s been missing my entire life. He feels like a part of me, and I’m never going to come back from this. He’s going to leave tomorrow, and I’m never going to recover from this moment. But tonight, I have him, and I plan on taking and giving until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.




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