Hadley
“Tate, stop. We can’t do this.”
He pulled back from me, the cold air hitting my breast he had been kissing, and looked down at me. “Hadley.”
Damn the man. He had me pressed against the front door, my shirt pulled down, and my bra pulled up to my neck. His mouth had been teasing my nipple, and his hands kneading my ass all while I had my fingers threaded through his hair. I had barely walked through the door before he was on me, slamming it shut, and giving me exactly what I had been craving all night. “Ryker is just down the hallway,” I hissed.
“He’s passed out. He took a pill forty-five minutes ago, and I checked on him right before you got here. He’s not going to wake up.” He didn’t even have the last word out of his mouth before his lips were back on my breast, driving me insane.
I arched my back, pressing my nipple into his mouth. “Holy hell, Tate,” I gasped.
“I missed you so much, Hadley,” he mumbled.
I had missed him too. The whole night felt weird and off. I couldn’t count how many times I had looked at the table where he normally sat and felt my heart drop when he wasn’t there. I had decided to go to work when Tate had insisted that he would stay with Ryker. At least I was having a spirited welcome home, although I was terrified Ryker was going to walk in on us. “We shouldn’t be doing this. At least, not right now.”
He nipped at my nipple, and my need for him multiplied by twenty. “Just stay quiet, sweetheart,” he mumbled.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I could do quiet. At least, I think I could. “Tate, you’re so bad for me.”
“Is that you telling me no again?”
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his waist. “No, it’s me giving into you even though I know I shouldn’t. I can’t control myself when you touch me.”
“It’s good to lose control sometimes, sweetheart, especially when it’s with me.” His hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up. “Legs around me,” he ordered.
My hands drifted up his chest, and my legs wrapped around his waist. “I’m starting to think this is your favorite position, Tate.”
“Any position with you is my favorite.” He trailed hot kisses up my neck and traced the shell of my ear with his tongue. “Although, I’m still dying to have you in my bed.”
I gasped and tilted my head. “You didn’t like it in the backseat of your truck, or on the hood last night?”
He growled at my words and ground his jean-clad dick into me. He pulled up the hem of my skirt and pushed my panties to the side. “God dammit, Hadley. Now you’re just trying to drive me crazy.”
“Just returning the favor,” I purred
His fingers parted the lips of my pussy and slowly circled my clit. “I did like it when you put my coat on the ground and got on your knees between my legs. Tight pussy and a magical mouth, sweetheart.”
I moaned at the memory—the feel of the gravel biting into my knees while Tate’s cock slid down my throat. “The question is, which one do you want tonight?” I whispered. His head lifted, and his eyes burned with desire. My legs slid down, and my feet touched the floor. “You can always have both, though.” I put my hands on his chest and pushed him over to the couch. “Sit.”
His ass hit the couch, and his knees parted. I stepped in between them and kneeled. My hands glided over his thighs up to the zipper on his jeans. Tate watched my every move, his hands at his sides, and his fists clenched. “You’re not going to touch me?” I popped open the button on his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and he lifted his hips for me to work his pants and boxers down his legs. He toed off his shoes, kicking them under the coffee table, and I pulled his pants the rest of the way off.
“This is your show, sweetheart.”
I smiled and stroked his cock. “I like the sound of that.” My other hand cupped his balls and gently squeezed.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned. He bucked his hips up and down, pumping his cock into my hand.
My mouth hovered over his cock, and I stuck my tongue out to lick the drop of precum off the head. The salty taste hit my tongue, and I closed my eyes. “Every part of you tastes good, Tate.”
He threaded his fingers through my hair, held me still, and slowly pumped his dick into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the tip, while my lips slid up and down his long shaft. I sped up, my hand at the base of his dick, giving every inch of his flesh the attention it deserved.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” His breathing became labored, and his fingers dug into my head. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want you ready for me.”
I parted my knees, and my fingers sought out my clit. My breathing hitched, everything hitting me at once, Tate’s rock hard dick sliding down my throat, his hands in my hair, and my fingers imitating the feel of his tongue on my clit. I moaned around his dick with the image of his face buried in my pussy.
“Stop,” Tate thundered. He pulled me off my knees and onto his lap. He grabbed his pants off the floor, pulled out a condom, and ripped it open with his teeth. “You’re coming around my dick, not your fingers.”
I watched as his fingers deftly rolled the condom down his dick. “You ready for me?’
I nodded, unable to talk. I braced my hands on his shoulders, and he lifted me up and lowered me, impaling me on his dick. We both moaned as he moved in and out, the walls of my pussy slick with my need for him.
He buried his face in my neck and pumped his hips into me, his dick driving home. “Tate, please,” I gasped.
“I’m gonna fuck your tits one day, Hadley, and then I’m going to come all over them.”
I gasped at his words, and his mouth covered my breast, hot and wet. “Maybe we can, ah…work on that…when I come to your house,” I panted.
“Trust me, it’s going to fucking happen,” he mumbled against my breast.
His hands slid into my hair, fisting and holding me to him.
He tugged on my hair and tipped my head back. “Kiss me, Hadley,” he breathed out.
He released my hair, tipped his head back, and he crushed me to him. My lips found his in the dim room, and my mouth opened. His tongue slid inside, licking, tasting, and taking all at once. A small moan escaped my lips, and his fingers found my clit. “Shhh, sweetheart,” he grunted.
I leaned into him, taking over the kiss. If I stopped kissing him, I was going to wake Ryker and probably the whole neighborhood. Tate tightened his arms around me and growled low.
His fingers pinched my clit, and I slammed my eyes shut as stars exploded behind them. I nipped his bottom lip, and his body tensed as he threw his head back. I opened my eyes and looked down at Tate. This was the best part. Don’t get me wrong, the whole experience of sex with Tate was out of this world, but watching him come, knowing I was the one doing that to him, was fucking fantastic. My body trembled as he slowly thrust in and out, wringing every last ounce of cum from his dick.
I hummed, content, and completely sated. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. “Wow.”
Tate grunted and wrapped his arms around me. “Definitely wow.”
“I’m so tired,” I mumbled around a yawn.
He gathered my hair in his hands and brushed it to the side. “We need to get you to bed, sweetheart.”
I groaned and pressed a kiss to his neck. “I’d much rather stay here. My bed is too far away.” I knew I needed to get up before our luck ran out and Ryker woke up, but I wasn’t ready to leave Tate yet.
Tate stood in one fluid motion, lifting me up with him. “Put your feet down for a second.”
I shakily stood and brushed my hair out of my face. Tate grabbed his pants and boxers off the floor, slipped them on, and had me back in his arms while I stood there dazed. “Bed, sweetheart,” he murmured. He swung me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You’re too good to me, Tate,” I muttered sleepily.
Tate pressed a kiss to the top of my head and quietly shuffled down the hallway to my bedroom. He laid me down, pulled off my skirt, and grabbed a t-shirt from the basket of clothes next to the bed. “I’m assuming these are clean?”
“Yes.” I was living out of laundry baskets at the moment. My plans had been to try and make a dent in putting my clothes away today, but nothing worked out like I had planned.
Tate turned his head away and held out the shirt to me. “You’re killing me here, Hadley,” he strained.
I snatched the shirt out of his hand and pulled it over my head. “You can look now,” I laughed as I put my arms through the holes.
He leaned down and put his hands around my waist. “Be good while I’m gone.”
“I’m always good.” At least, most of the time I was.
“You work tomorrow?”
“Yup, the usual.”
“I’ll be here at six. We can have dinner together with Ryker before you go to work. We can do like we did tonight.”
“I don’t want to drive your truck again, Tate. It’s yours, not mine.”
“You’re right, sweetheart, so that means I can do whatever I want with it. And what I want is for you to drive it.” He leaned into my space and smirked. “You can’t argue with that, can you?”
I gulped and fisted the blanket in my hands. “No. But it doesn’t mean I have to listen to you. I can always have Vanessa pick me up before you even get here.”
“Then maybe I just won’t leave tonight.”
I rolled my eyes and fell back on the bed. “Fine, I’ll drive your damn truck, and just so you know, I plan on blasting Britney Spears the whole time.”
“My poor speakers.” His body shuddered, and he closed his eyes.
“Maybe even a little Lady Gaga,” I joked. I didn’t listen to either of those, but Tate didn’t need to know that.
His eyes opened and moved over my body. “Either way, I still win, sweetheart.”
“You are so frustrating, you know that?” I scoffed.
He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over me. “So are you, sweetheart. We’re a perfect match.” He pressed a quick, sweet kiss to my lips, and stood up.
“That’s the only kiss I get?”
“If you want more, then I’m going to end up spending the night. If that’s what you want, then I’ll more than gladly climb in that bed with you.”
I pulled the blankets up to my chin and shook my head. “Changed my mind. I’m good.”
He moved to the door and flipped off the light. “One day soon, I’m going to be in that bed with you, Hadley, and you’re going to beg me not to leave. I’ll lock up on the way out.” The door closed behind him, and I listened to him move around my house, and then he was gone.
I rolled over onto my side and closed my eyes.
Damn Tate.
I had to bite my tongue when he strutted out the door because I didn’t want him to leave.
That ‘one day soon’ was now.
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