Hadley
I gave in. I couldn’t resist this man.
He maybe assy, but he also was sweet as hell and managed to make me feel safe. I knew it wouldn’t last long, Ryker not knowing about us. But hopefully before he found out, Tate would move on, and no one would ever have to know what a fool I was.
“Hold on,” he growled. He stood up, taking me with him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Which door is yours?”
“Second one on the right,” I gasped, holding on tight.
He stalked down the hallway and kicked open my door. His lips were on my neck, and my head was tossed back. “Holy hell,” I gasped.
“Light,” he growled against my skin.
I swatted at the switch, and the room was bathed in light. “Can’t we keep it off?” My room looked like a bomb had gone off. I had a horrible habit of only picking up my room once a week. Hell, who was I kidding? It had at least been two weeks.
He laid me down on my bed, and he covered me with his body. “I need to see every inch of you, and that can’t happen in the dark.”
“Then just close your eyes when you’re not looking at me.”
He leaned back and looked around the room. He surveyed the carnage of three overflowing baskets with clean clothes and my closet that was bursting open with stray shoes and random clothes hanging wonky. My dresser was somewhat picked up, but there were four bras hanging from the mirror. “That’s a different kind of decorating,” he murmured, eyeing my bras.
I put my hands on either side of his head and guided his eyes back to me. “It’s all the latest rage in Milan,” I snickered.
His body shook with laughter, and he pressed a kiss to my lips. “Maybe you’ll have to come do some decorating at my house. Maybe bring some of your panties, and we’ll find a place to hang them in the kitchen.”
“Silly, everyone knows you can’t hang panties in the kitchen. They belong in the dining room.”
Tate threw his head back, laughing, and I enjoyed the view. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he looked so carefree. Tate was a sight to behold normally, but when he let go, oh my Lord. “I like when you do that,” I whispered.
“Do what, sweetheart?” His hands caressed my body, and he pulled my shirt up, exposing my stomach.
“Laugh,” I mumbled. “You look so carefree.”
He leaned down, pressing kisses along the waistband of my skirt. “I am when I’m with you.”
“You’re going to have to share that with me.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.
“Anything is yours,” he mumbled.
Lord, that scared me. I was afraid that I was going to want it all, but I had nothing to give him back. “Those are dangerous words,” I murmured.
“Then how about we just stop with the words, and we get down with a little action.” He slid down the zipper on my skirt and tugged the fabric down my legs. “Fuck me. Did you really have to do this to me?” he asked, his teeth clenched.
“Do what?” I racked my brain trying to figure out when he was talking about. I had shaved everything and had even put on matching panties and bra.
“A tattoo?”
Oh hell. I had forgotten about that. I never saw the damn thing. “That is a drunken night back in my twenties that I will never be able to forget.”
His fingers brushed over the word freedom I had tattooed under my right breast. Why I had put it there, I still don’t know. “Captain Morgan and my friends are to blame for the placement,” I mumbled.
“It’s hot as fuck.” His lips grazed the tender skin, and I arched my back, aching to be touched by him. He rolled me to the side and unfastened my bra before dragging the straps down my arms and tossing it on the floor. My arms instinctively moved to cover my breasts, but he pulled them down. “No, I need to see all of you, sweetheart.”
“Tate, it’s just…I haven’t…” I trailed off, unsure of what I wanted to say.
He sat back on his calves and looked down at me. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never… that this is your…”
“No,” I exclaimed. “I’ve so done this before. Give me a little credit, Tate. I’m thirty-five years old.” The damn man thought I was about to tell him I was a virgin.
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Thank Christ. I was about to put my shirt on and get the hell out of here.”
I giggled and shook my head. “It’s just been awhile since I’ve done this.”
A look of relief crossed his face. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that.”
“Humph. I’m glad my celibacy makes you happy. It hasn’t exactly been the best year of my life.” The damn man was infuriating.
He chuckled and cradled my cheek. “I wouldn’t be a man if I wasn’t happy to know that another man hadn’t been where I’m about to go.”
“But I said this isn’t—”
He pressed a finger to my lips and shook his head. “Shhh,” he closed his eyes and smiled. “Don’t ruin the fantasy for me, sweetheart.”
I knocked his hand away and leaned forward. “I’m afraid to ask what the fantasy is.”
“It’ll be better if I just show you.”
He covered my body with his, and his hands went to my panties, hooking his thumbs in the waistband. “You have too many clothes on.” He worked them down my legs, his touch leaving a trail of desire in their wake and igniting a fire deep inside me.
“Tate,” I moaned as his lips followed a path up my leg. They brushed my inner thigh, and my body trembled. “Please,” I begged.
“No need to beg, sweetheart. I have no plans of stopping.” He looked up at me, his silver eyes dark with desire. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“You know that’s sexy as hell?”
“What is?”
“You, making sure I’m okay.”
“This really wouldn’t work if you weren’t.”
I laughed and laid back down. “Assy, but a gentleman.”
“You need to answer my question, Hadley.”
I waved my hand in the air. “You may proceed, sir.”
He pinched my leg, and I squawked. “I’m assy, and you’re a smart ass,” he countered. He moved further up, his breath against my pussy. “I think we make a good pair.”
I bucked my hips. “There’s only one way to really find out,” I whispered.
His fingers parted the lips of my pussy, and he lightly blew on my clit. “So fucking wet,” he growled. He rubbed the sensitive skin around my clit and gently slid a finger inside me. “All because of me,” he gloated.
“Assy,” I moaned.
“You like it.”
And that, right there, was something I couldn’t deny.
He flicked my clit, and a tremor rocked my body. Sweet Jesus, I hadn’t felt anything like this in a long time. I could tell Tate knew what the hell he was doing. His finger thrust in and out, while his thumb massaged my clit.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
How embarrassing was it that I was about thirty seconds away from having the best orgasm of my life? “Just don’t stop,” I insisted.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. The man was not only a ninja in the studio, he was also a ninja in the bedroom. He quickly moved up my body and flipped us over. “Sit on my face.” He grabbed my ass, and I jack-knifed up at his words.
“What?”
“Sit. On. My. Face.”
He manhandled me halfway up his chest, and I dug my heels into the mattress. “I’m going to suffocate you.”
“Not going to happen, but if it does, make sure you put ‘Death by Pussy’ on my gravestone. I’ll be a fucking legend.” He squeezed my ass and lifted me up. My feet slipped, and he hoisted me over his head.
“This is insane,” I shrieked. “What was wrong with me laying on the bed?”
He growled. “Not a damn thing. Now brace yourself on the wall and lower your sweet pussy onto my fucking mouth.”
“Tate, I don’t think—”
“Hadley,” he barked. “Trust me. Put your knees in the mattress, grab the fucking wall, and hold the hell on.”
“I thought I was the boss tonight,” I mumbled as I slowly did what he said.
My hands were sprawled out on the wall, and my knees were on each side of his head. “You ready?” he asked.
Lord have mercy, I was far from ready. “Yeah,” I whispered.
He looped his arms around my hips and yanked my down. His tongue devoured my clit, and the phrase ‘getting eaten out’ took on a whole new meaning. I clawed at the wall, my body bucking from his probing tongue. I pressed my forehead to the wall, and I imagined what a torrid picture we made. “Tate,” I gasped.
His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me down as far as he could. The man had a magical tongue, and he knew how to use it.
I panted under his attention, and I ground my pussy onto his mouth, suddenly not caring if I suffocated him. It felt too good for me to think about anything else than coming all over his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. He added another finger, stretching me open. His mouth was bringing me closer to the edge, and all I wanted to do was fall into oblivion. “Tate, please,” I begged.
His teeth grazed my clit, and I came.
Hard.
My pussy clenched his fingers, and I moaned his name over and over. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and I bowed my head. “Shit muffins,” I gasped.
Tate slapped my ass, and I shakily lifted up. “Fuck me,” he mumbled.
I looked down at him and cocked my head. “Is that a good thing?”
“I’m gonna say probably as good as shit muffins are.”
I cringed and closed my eyes. I really needed to stop using that. “Mine was a good shit muffins.”
He lifted me up and off his face, and I collapsed on top of him. “That was just the appetizer, sweetheart.”
I buried my face in his neck and wasn’t sure I was ready for the main course. “Two minutes,” I mumbled, holding up two fingers.
Tate rolled me over, slid off the bed, and started taking off his pants. “You have about thirty seconds, Hadley.”
I moaned and splayed my fingers over my eyes. “I think I can be ready by then.” He pulled his pants down, exposing his muscled, and tanned legs. “How the hell are you tan?” It was May in Wisconsin, and the weather had just started warming up, instead of warm two days and then a week of cold. I loved Wisconsin, but sometimes, I thought Mother Nature forgot to take her meds.
He shrugged and pulled his boxers down. “It’s just my skin tone.”
All thought of tanned legs and weather flew from my mind, and I gulped. Hard.
Holy Mother Mary and Jesus. Tate, he was…well…how…shit, he had a fucking dick on him. I stuttered, trying to form any coherent thought. “You are…Holy Mother…that is not…” I looked up at him and tilted my head to the side. “Shit cakes.”
He reached down and stroked the full length of his dick. “As fucking adorable as you are, sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to not say that about my dick.”
I nodded dumbly and scooted to the edge of the bed. “Can I touch it?” Yup, totally just asked permission to touch his dick. It was like an exotic animal I hadn’t seen in years, and all I wanted to do was pet it, and more than likely lick it.
“Pretty sure he’ll be disappointed if you don't.”
My eyes traveled up his toned body. “He?”
“Well, it sure as shit isn’t a she.”
I giggled and bit my bottom lip. “Please tell me you didn’t name it.” I wasn’t sure I could handle Tate calling his dick ‘he’ and also having a name for it.
My legs spread as he moved towards me, and he moved in between them. “Dick, sweetheart.”
I sputtered and turned my head, trying not to laugh. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed. “Am I supposed to ignore what you just said?”
“I mean this as nice as I possibly can. Shut up, lay down, and spread your legs.”
My mouth gaped at his words. Apparently, Tate making me speechless was the theme of the night. Hell, it had been that way since we had met. I never knew exactly what to say. I fell back on the mattress, channeled my inner crab, and crawled to the middle of the bed. It was hard to be sexy while shimmying up a mattress on your back.
“Good girl,” Tate murmured as he followed me on his hands and knees and nestled himself between my thighs. “It’s time for round two.”
His lips blazed a trail up my chest, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Oh my,” I gasped. My fingers dug into the blanket, and I grasped the fabric trying to control my moans.
All at once, he was building me up for what I knew was going to be another phenomenal orgasm.
His mouth was on my breast.
His hand was tweaking my nipple.
His other hand was flicking my clit.
He. Was. Everywhere.
“Tate,” I groaned. I was so close to coming again. It was like my body hadn’t even come down from the last time.
He trailed kisses up my neck and whispered in my ear. “This time, you come around my dick.”
I bucked my hips, thrusting up into his hand. “Now, now,” I chanted. If that was what he wanted, his window of opportunity was going to sail by if he didn’t fuck me right now.
He leaned back, and I watched his hand, covered with my wetness, stroke his rock hard dick. I should have been wary of how he was going to manage to ram that inside of me, but I was too far gone to worry. He grabbed a small square package and ripped it open with his teeth.
My body full-on quivered at the god-like man above me, and I knew I was one lucky bitch. His hands deftly worked the condom over his dick, and he parted the lips of my pussy. “Last time, sweetheart. Are you sure?”
“Tate, if you don’t fuck me right now, I can’t be held responsible for what I do next.” I clamped my legs around him and pulled him closer.
“Well, when you put it that way,” he mumbled, leaning down. His lips met mine, and he delivered a hard, deep, wet kiss that took my breath away.
His fingers stroked my clit and then he thrust deep. “Hadley,” he called out shakily. He moved over me, his hips hammering against mine.
My hands glided over his skin, needing to feel him all at once. My legs were cocked open, and my heels dug into the bed, as I tried to hold on.
His breathing became labored as he thrust faster and harder. My body tightened, and I tossed my head back, coming hard around his cock. “Oh, my God,” I breathed as my pussy milked him.
He buried his face in my neck, and I threaded my fingers through his thick, dark hair. My legs gripped him harder as I clenched his rock hard cock with my pussy.
“Holy fuck, Hadley,” he moaned against my neck before a guttural moan sounded from his lips as he came. He fell forward, his weight completely covering me.
My dazed eyes tried to focus as the wave of passion receded out of my body, and I was left in a euphoric state. “Wow,” I mumbled. Never in my life had sex been anything like that.
“Fuck,” he muttered. His breath warmed my neck, and all I wanted to do was fall asleep with him nestled between my legs, and his warmth as my blanket.
He moved up, grabbed me around the waist, and rolled to his back with his dick still buried in me. “I think I need to clean up, baby.”
His head hit the pillow, and he looked up at me. Dazed and lazy eyes met mine, and he smiled. “I like when you call me that.”
I chewed on my lip and ran my fingers over his chest. “I like when you call me sweetheart.”
He patted my ass and pressed a kiss to my neck. “Get cleaned up, then meet me in the kitchen.”
I slid out from under the covers and snatched my underwear off the floor. “Kitchen?” I slid the panties up my legs and watched as he stood up and stretched with his arms, reaching over his head. His dick was still hard, and it was impossible for me not to drool.
“We eat, and then we’re onto dessert.” He grabbed his boxers and tossed me his shirt. “Put that on.” He sauntered out of the room without a backward glance, and I dashed into the bathroom.
I quickly cleaned up, pulled on his shirt, and was enveloped in his spicy scent. I inhaled deeply and wrapped my arms around my waist. Tonight couldn’t get any better.
“Hadley, you coming?” he called.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I mumbled. “Can you not be alone for longer than five minutes?” I padded into the kitchen and leaned against the counter as I watched him grab a plate from the microwave.
“Not when I know my time with you is limited.”
I sighed and sat down at the table. “Can you try and not make me feel guilty?”
He looked over his shoulder and smirked. “Is it working?”
I laughed and tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Not even a little bit.”
He grabbed the pizza cutter out of the drawer and turned his back to me. “Hungry?”
“Depends on what you’re making. I don’t know how you managed to cook a pizza in 5 minutes, so I’m afraid you by-passed the oven and used the microwave in your quest to eat.”
His body shook with laughter, and he turned around. The plate had a tortilla cut into 8 slices, and he set it down in front of me. “Pizza ala Tate.”
I looked down at the plate and blinked. “And that would be?”
He grabbed a piece off of the plate and held it up. Cheese and sauce dripped onto the plate. “It’s a quesadilla, but not.” He shoved the whole slice into his mouth and swallowed. “Sauce, cheese, and two tortillas. Trust me, sweetheart.”
My stomach growled, and I hesitantly picked up one. “Am I getting a glimpse into your everyday bachelor life?” I took a small nibble and decided that, although it was a bit soggy, it tasted good.
“Hey, don’t knock it. It’s amazing the things you can put between two tortillas.” He turned back to the counter and started assembling another one.
“And now I want to know everything you’ve tried. I’m sure there were some fails in there.”
I watched the muscles in his back as he twisted to set the plate in the microwave, completely distracting me from eating. “Well, I can tell you, fish sticks and cheddar cheese is not the best combination.”
I held back a gag and shook my head. “I take that back. Maybe I don’t want to know.”
The microwave dinged again, and I watched him grab the plate. He sat down across from me, folded his quesadilla in half, and shoved half of it into his mouth. Sauce dripped down his chin, and I sighed. “Another glimpse into your life?”
He wiped the sauce off his chin and licked it off his finger. “You know you like it.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about his eating habits or his licking skills. “I plead the fifth.” Either way, I wasn’t admitting anything.
I ate three more pieces of the quesadilla and pushed my plate towards him. He finished it off and gathered both plates. He dumped them in the sink, and I fidgeted in my chair when he turned around and leaned against the counter.
“Thank you for taking me to work. And home,” I said quietly.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He crossed his arms over his chest and tipped his chin towards the bedroom. “Now get your ass back to bed so I can have dessert.”
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