Hailey

His chiseled body glistened in the light of the lightning piercing the sky above us. Our eyes wouldn’t leave one another’s, scared that if one of us looked away, the other would disappear. His arms flexed around my shoulders as his face descended to mine, and I felt both beautiful and petrified. If I slept with Bryan, there would be no going back. I hadn’t been honest with him about everything. About being at the bar. About John. About everything that happened that careened me to this point in his life. Even now, I saw his brother’s smile reflected in the smirk that danced upon his cheeks, and as his nose nuzzled against mine, I felt every inch of my skin heat up.

“You’re beautiful, Hailey,” he said.

His voice sounded like thunder rumbling off in the distance. It rattled my ribcage as his body grew with the anticipation of exploring mine. I reached up, brushing a strand of his dark hair from his forehead as I smiled up at him. The way his dark eyes twinkled with mischief and innocence all at the same time shook me to my core.

I brought my lips up to meet his, feeling his body sink into mine as his muscles descended onto the curves of my body.

My legs hooked around his, my toes running up and down his calves. I could feel him trembling as our lips danced together, swelling in a symphony of passion with the blood coursing through our veins. My hands dug into his back, pulling him closer and closer, and my hips began to roll against his body. I felt him grow against my leg, pulsing and throbbing. His lips ghosted across my cheek and made their way to the shell of my ear.

I shivered as his breath filled the crook of my neck.

“Stunning,” he whispered.

I let out the breath I was holding as his lips traveled the span of my neck. His hands went over every inch of my body, discovering places that made me jump into him, making him smile against me. His lips sucked delicate patches of my pale skin between his teeth, nibbling at them and marking me as he traced a path of lust down my body.

My veins pulsing in my neck, feeling his tongue rake over them as he traveled down to my breasts. My hands wove into his hair while the walls and the bed shook with each thunderclap. His hands massaged my sides, pulling my hips closer to his as his hips rolled into mine. He pulled moans and groans from my throat by wrapping his lips around my pink nipples.

I raked my fingertips over his scalp, making him groaned into my body, and I knew I would cave to him. I would walk the line of the deceitful just to feel his body filling mine.

He traveled down my stomach, placing open-mouthed kisses as his body sank lower and lower between my legs. He gripped into my excess, kneading my skin, kissing and licking and nibbling. I could feel his marks rising upon my skin, welting and turning different shades, like one of his geometric patterns he was now filling out. I felt like he was using me as his canvas, drawing a picture with his teeth and tongue he would frame and put on his wall later.

I looked up and saw his eyes studying my body. Studying the painting he’d left behind before his black stare hooked onto mine.

There wasn’t an ounce of the innocence I’d seen before, but in its place was a hungry man, waiting to devour the soft, unassuming woman he had in his claws.

The lightning crashed across the sky, illuminating his lust as I watched his lips dip to my pussy.

I sighed and laid back as his tongue connected with my clit. Slowly, torturously, he swirled around it. He flicked and sucked. He pressed, and he denied. His warmth traveled all around my dripping lips as he gently pressed my knees open, parting me for him as my hips began to roll into his lips. My hands twisted into the sheets, and my body began to quiver. An unfamiliar sensation crept up my body, a desire and a pleasure I hadn’t felt in years.

His tongue traveled farther, creeping close toward my entrance as my essence slipped from my body. I heard him swallowing. Eating. Feasting on my body as if it were his last meal. His large, strong hands hooked around my legs, pulling my body closer to him as my back began arching from the bed. I could hear the rain pummeling the roof as my toes began to curl. It was as if I were his bow, and he was restringing my body. His tongue pulled me tighter and tighter, arching my breasts closer and closer to the heavens as lightning streaked across the sky again.

I felt his tongue slip deep into me, pressing against walls that hadn’t been touched in years. The moment the thunder cracked across the sky my body released itself, pouring years of pent-up frustrations, failures, and emotions out onto his lips as he slurped me up and gobbled me whole.

I managed to choke out his name as my hands wove tighter into the sheets of my bed.

My body shook and tightened. My legs convulsed and curled. My toes cramped, and stars burst behind my eyes, and not once did he come up for air until I finally gasped for mine. His hands slid up my ass, digging into my lower back as he helped me lower my body to the bed. I could smell my scent wafting in the electric air around us as the wind whistled by the window.

I had come undone against this man’s body, and I wasn’t ready to let him go yet.

His lips were on mine in a heartbeat as my hands flew to his hair. His hips descended between my legs as I felt him fill my body with his presence, my toes curling as his hands wrapped around my body. He pulled me up, situating me on his lap as he sat back and held me close to him, and for a second we both sat there.

Attached to one another as his fingers slid skillfully up and down my neck.

“Look at me,” he said.

My eyes opened and found his gaze as his hands slid to the middle of my back. His eyes drew me in, holding onto my ambitions and my hesitancies as he slowly lowered me back to the mattress. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, pulling from me sensations that caused me to gasp and squirm underneath him.

I felt his hands run down my arms and interlock our fingers before he sensuously drew them over my head.

“Bryan,” I whispered.

“Hailey,” he said.

Suddenly, I felt him roll his hips. An endless cycle of electricity that could’ve rivaled the lightning crackling the sky. My legs shook for him, spreading themselves wider as they tried to accompany the intrusion my body hadn’t sought out in years. I could feel him moving within me, stoking fires that had long since burned out as his eyes stayed hooked onto mine. Not once did his gaze falter as my lips began to part, panting with a slow-growing pleasure as his forehead descended onto mine.

Not a word was exchanged between the two of us as his rhythm gradually picked up.

I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies pushing and egging each other on as we crept toward our end. The thunder crashed and the lightning pierced the sky, threatening to tear down the walls that kept us separated from the world outside.

Little did that storm know, we’d already torn down the walls that separated us from one another.

We panted and writhed. Moaned and gasped. His hands pinned my wrists above my head as his lips descended into the crook of my neck. I hooked my legs around him, pulling him closer as he drove deeper and deeper into the wetness my body created for him. I opened my neck to him as he bit down, sucking and licking. His teeth on me made me shiver.

Skin slapping skin filled the corners of my small apartment as the rain pounded harder and harder. Car alarms were being set off by the thunder as the windows rattled so hard, I thought they would break. My whimpers turned to moans, followed quickly by his grunts as we bucked wildly against one another, no longer caring about what we looked like or smelled like or tasted like.

My arms tugged at his hands, wanting to hold him close as I approached the end I knew was quickly coming for both of us.

“Please. Bryan. Please let go,” I said breathlessly.

And like the gentleman he was, he released my wrists.

My arms flew around his body, and I clung to his muscles as his arms surrounded my body. I moaned out his name, the thunder drowning us out as he called out for me. I buried my face into the crook of his neck as his sweat started to trickle onto my body, and soon, I felt him trembling, his hips beginning to stutter. Little by little, his feet were digging into my mattress, clawing away from any stability as he drove himself deeper and harder into my body.

Never in my life had I felt so helpless and so in control all at the same time.

He sank himself into me one last time, and that was all it took. My back bowed to him, like a guitar being tuned too tightly as my head dropped to the pillow. His name left my lips like a prayer as his mouth wrapped around my nipples, shivering me to a core that was convulsing with pleasure as I felt him fill my body. I could feel his pulsing. Trembling. His entire body pulled taut and his hands pressed into the curves of my back while he ground against my hips.

Then we plummeted to my mattress, gasping for air as the storm finally began to recede outside. His strong body collapsed onto mine, covering me from the world outside as his chest panted against mine. I wove my arms around his body, drinking in every single inch of his rippling body as my legs slowly slid from around his waist. I felt him nuzzle into the crook of my neck, his body trying to shelter himself from the world in the comfort of my own skin before he slid off to the side.

“The storm’s breaking up,” he said breathlessly.

“I can tell.”

“I think that was the exit moment I was waiting for,” he said.

But still, he didn’t move.

“If you’re tired, I mean, I could always just slip to the couch,” I said.

“Or, I could just do this.”

He slid his arm around me and pulled me into him as my leg slid in between his. The air around us was heavy with the secret of what had just occurred, and I smiled at him as he brushed the hair from my eyes. I could tell he was exhausted. I felt his arm trembling even as he tucked the hair behind my ear. I reached up and grasped his hand, bringing his fingers to my lips to kiss before I settled his palm against my cheek.

“I think the storm will be gone for sure by tomorrow,” I said, grinning.

“I think it might be best to wait until then, I suppose,” he said. “But you’re not moving to the couch.”

I slithered my arms around him as I tucked my head up under his chin. Already, I could feel our bodies slipping off to sleep as he pressed a lazy kiss on the top of my head. His body was strong, and his arms made me feel safe. His legs kept mine warm, but he pulled the blankets up over our bodies. The thunder rumbled darkly in the distance, foreshadowing another round as I buried my body into his.

“Then I won’t sleep on the couch,” I said.

“Good.”

The last thing I remembered was the wind picking back up and Bryan’s hands tracing designs with his fingertips on the small of my back.

I could’ve sworn I recognized the pattern as I drifted off to sleep.