Chapter 14

Ford

Haylee’s hand fondles my cock, and I feel like I’m going to explode. It’s something I’ve dreamed of every night since I left her like the dimwitted, scared fool I am. But now, with Haylee touching me, everything seems new again. Fresh. Like we’re creating something alive, born of the ghosts of the past that don’t dare haunt either of us ever again.

Her fiery blue-green eyes light up with pleasure. I remember that look, so I revel in it. I almost want to reach down and pinch myself to truly believe this is happening. We can worry about the implications tomorrow. For tonight, there’s only Haylee and me and the electricity crackling between us.

“I’d forgotten how good you can make me feel. I’ve missed this. Us.”

“Mmm,” she moans as I drag a finger down the column of her throat, tracing a path to one of her full breasts.

My mouth waters at the thought of tonguing her nipple to an aching point. I watch the flesh peak under the silky fabric of her dress. For a moment, I’m pissed that she looks so damn good because of another man. Especially, that particular man. But I brush it aside. She’s mine now, and nothing is going to tear us apart ever again. I make the mistake of glancing into those expressive eyes, and I melt. Her gaze penetrates the walls I’ve built to keep from feeling those pesky emotions and everything I’ve been avoiding converges into a maelstrom of sensations I have a hard time deciphering.

“Haylee,” I say, dragging the fabric of her dress down to expose her lacy black bra to my hungry gaze. “Where’s your bedroom? I don’t want to take you here in the foyer like some randy kid. Like we used to do out in the red rocks. Not that it wasn’t incredible but those rocks…they’re hard.”

She laughs, a soft joyous sound, and leads the way, and I barely notice my surroundings, except for a kitchen chair that’s been dragged into the living room with ropes laying on the threadbare carpet. She must be trying to fix it because it looks to be in rough shape. I wish I could run over to Ashley and buy her an entire new suite of furniture. Hell, I wish I could buy her a whole new house that doesn’t need bars on the windows.

She takes my hand in her small one and tugs. There’s only one hallway that contains a small washroom and what I assume are extra bedrooms with closed doors. She stops before the door at the end. I enjoy the sight of her round ass as it wiggles into the room. There’s a sliver of moonlight coming in from outside, bathing the room in an ethereal glow.

Haylee pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and that only draws attention to her mouth and what I know she can do with it. If high school Haylee lit my fire to a towering inferno, I can’t even imagine what grown-up Haylee is going to do to me. I might not make it out of here without my balls exploding.

She sits down on the edge of the bed and watches me. “Strip,” she says, her voice all rasp and grit, coming alive with the same lust I’m feeling. It’s a swelling urge that pushes me forward but at the same time, wants me to stay back and savor every single sensation that I’ve craved for years.

I pull my shirt over my head, grateful that I’ve still been hitting the gym since the move. Nix has got a trainer that comes to the Armónico three days a week, and when I can, I hit it with the two of them since it’s easier that way. I stick my fingers in the elastic waist of my pants and push them down, adding them to the pile of clothes I’m creating on Haylee’s carpet.

She takes a long, lingering look down my naked body, stopping at my erection, which is so rock hard it’s pointing me in the face. I gasp in surprise when she drops to her knees to suck me inside that perfect mouth. Even though I’ve wanted this – I’ve fantasized about it for years – I never thought she’d go there tonight. Tonight was supposed to be about her, and she’s turned the tables on me again.

Oh my fucking God, it feels like a sensation of memories. Only better.

I let my head fall back so I can concentrate on feeling every single ping and tug. My fingers automatically fall into her glorious head of hair, and I let the silky strands slip through, guiding her to the pressure that’s going to set me off like a rocket.

“You have the most perfect cock, Ford,” she whispers, voice full of a sexy grit that rockets through my body and lands in my balls, sending me into thoughts of shooting my load straight down the back of her throat. I concentrate so that I won’t. “You’re so huge and rock hard. It’s such a turn on to feel you growing even bigger inside my mouth.”

She strokes me with her palm and the underside of her tongue, taking me to the edge of a precipice I want to plummet over. Then she stops and starts all over again. Each time the pressure builds to an almost unbearable pitch, she backs off. I’d forgotten that she already knows exactly which buttons to push. The fact that she remembers isn’t lost on me. I almost topple over, trembling on my shaky legs.

Stabbing me with her magical tongue, she picks up the pace of her hand on the most sensitive part of my cock and licks circles around the head.

“Haylee, you’ve got to stop, or I’m going to come.” I give her hair a little yank and force her to her feet. She’s stubborn, and her independent streak is a mile wide. Maybe after all these years, it’s more like the size of a canyon. If I don’t stop her, she won’t quit until she’s swallowed me whole.

I finally indulge the instability of my legs, and we fall to the bed in a riot of tangled arms, legs, and lips. I unzip her dress and slide it down her shapely legs, throwing it into the pile. My hand goes straight to her heated core, slipping inside her panties to stroke her moist pussy. I moan because now I know how much sucking me off turned her on. Pushing her lacy, black thong to the side, I trace her outer lips, reveling in the wetness there.

My mouth wants to keep kissing her, but it also wants to taste her. Have that unique flavor that only belongs to her explode across my tongue. I want her to come apart and swallow her orgasm whole.

I snake my way down her body, only stopping long enough to unclasp her bra. I want her tits free. They’re fuller than they were before and I’ll get to them later. Now, I want to taste her so bad I can’t even stop to worship her other body parts. When I finally get to her quivering pussy, I cup the mound with my hand, soaking in her heat. Dipping my finger into the wetness, I drag a finger over her labia, not stopping until I hear the moan that I’ve been dying for.

Finding her swollen clit, I keep up the back and forth motion until she’s answering every stroke with a raise of her hips and a thrash of her head. It’s a sexy contrast of colors against the pillow with her hair and the crisp, white pillowcase.

“Don’t stop, Ford. Please…I’m so close.”

“Even if this house falls down around us, I’m not stopping,” I say, bending down to suck her clit into my mouth. Haylee’s orgasm rips through her entire body, and I stay with it, sucking her through the aftershocks until she’s as limp as a ragdoll on top of the fluffy comforter.

“Haylee, are you on the pill?” I’ll use a condom if I have to, but the thought of being inside her bareback makes my balls tighten.

“Yes. And I’m clean.” She licks her lips. “Are you?”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time,” I admit, not wanting to sound like the nerd I am but not caring anyway. Haylee’s already seen the real me, so I don’t have anything to hide where she’s concerned.

“Me either.”

My heart sings. I don’t know why it seems so important that we’re on the same page and in the same place, but it is. I position my straining cock at her slick entrance and push inside, inch by pleasurable inch, savoring the tight wetness. Her back arches and her legs fall apart, granting me even greater access. I wrap my arms under both of her smooth legs and spread her even wider, not stopping until I’m balls deep inside her.

Even though it feels new, there’s something familiar about it too. Something that makes me braver. Bolder. I stab my way past the tight constriction of her internal muscles and she lets out a low moan as the widest part of me stretches until my body is fully engulfed in hers.

“God, you feel so good, Haylee. You’re so tight, so wet. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed this.”

She rubs her hands up and down my back, pulling at me until I’m even deeper inside her. “I’ve missed you too. There’s nothing that can compare to you, Ford Caldwell. I hate to admit it, but it’s true. I’ve dreamt about you fucking me so many nights, it’s embarrassing. I thought I’d never see you again, let alone have your massive cock split me wide open like this.”

As she says the naughty words, she glances down between us. Her hand follows her eyes, and she grips the only part of my shaft that isn’t buried. I moan and throw my head back, so close to my own release I see stars. But I’m not coming until I feel her sucking my cock dry with her second.

I reach under her prone body to grasp her round behind, pulling her cheeks apart so I can go even deeper. I press my middle finger against the tight ring of muscle at her backdoor, letting the moisture from her pussy ease the way as I push the tip inside. I want to possess her in every way possible. Claim her. Have her know that some part of me is in every single part of her that’s available. She’s mine. She needs to realize it and stop fighting against it.

Haylee explodes, wailing out a long moan as the orgasm hits her hard and fast. I have to squeeze my eyes shut to keep from joining her, but I want to milk every last contraction from her body before I lose control. After the last quiver fades away, I let go, coming like I haven’t had sex since the day I walked away as a stupid nineteen-year-old kid.

We land on the comforter in a sweaty mass of limbs, the aftertaste of explosive orgasms still riding through our spent bodies. I kiss Haylee on the top of her head, drinking in the smell of her pleasure, the sensation of her soft hair against my lips. I never want to leave, even though I know I have to.

Please ask me to stay.

“I suppose you have to work early in the morning?” I ask, tucking her head in the crook of my arm and holding her close. I’m going to rock her against me and savor the sensation of being with her for as long as she’ll let me.

She sighs, the warmth of her breath humid on my skin. “I drew the short straw. I have to be there at six in the morning for the breakfast rush, I’m afraid.”

I kiss her hair, trying to think of a compromise. “I really want to sleep with you. Do you mind?”

“Sounds good.”

I wait until her breathing is steady, and I know she’s sound asleep in my arms before deciding it might be best for me to go and carefully slip from her bed. I watch her for a long time, unable to believe I’m here with her like this. I try not to the think of all the nights I missed.

In the early hours of the morning, I kiss her warm cheek and leave her room. On the way out, I wonder again why all the doors are closed, but I don’t open them. Maybe someday soon, I’ll get to see the rest of her home, be part of the rest of her life.