Page 48 of Take My Hand

“Yes.” The word is barely out of my mouth before he pulls me in for another kiss, this one more desperate, more demanding. He grips the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up around his waist. I loop my arms behind his neck before my back hits the wall, Hayden using it as leverage to grind himself between my thighs. He’s hard as a rock and each glide of his hips hits my clit through my shorts.

His hands leave my hips and bury themselves in my hair, deepening our kiss. My body is completely pinned between him and the wall. No air, no space, no room for doubts or insecurities to fit.

I buck my hips, seeking friction, release, something, as his lips drive me wild and his touch electrifies my every nerve. He pulls back, hot breath wafting against my face, cheeks flushed with color, and eyes glazed with hunger.

“So eager,” he whispers against my lips.

I snake a hand down between us and palm him over his sweatpants, relishing in how hot and hard he feels through the fabric. I’m not the only eager one here. Rubbing up and down a few times to tease him, I watch the way his eyes roll back and the veins in his neck grow taut at my touch.

He pulls my hand and has it pinned to the wall at my side before I can blink.

“Have you forgotten so quickly? You’re not in charge here.”

His tone sends shivers down my body, and my core clenches in response.

“I’m sorry.” I’m not really that sorry.

“You never have to apologize. I’ll just have to remind you.” He gives me a bruising kiss before pulling back and letting my feet find the floor again.

“On your knees.” The command echoes throughout the room. It pulses under my skin and bends my limbs into submission without a second thought.

My knees hit the carpet, the fabric soft against my bare skin. I look up at Hayden and my breath stutters out of me momentarily. He looks so tall, towering over me. Menacing, raw, masculine energy flows from his every pore. He reaches out to cup my face. His thumb drags lazily over my lips, swollen from our kisses.

“Take it out.”

I don’t have to be told twice. Gripping the waistband of his pants, I give them a swift tug and they pool at his ankles.

Fuck, he doesn’t have anything on underneath them. This entire time we’ve been shooting, he was bare. I rock on my knees, trying and failing to alleviate the need pounding through my core.

His cock springs forward once it’s free, already glistening at the tip. I clench at the thought of him trying to fit inside of me. It’s long and thick, and my mouth waters, already anticipating the taste of him.

“Now show me what else that mouth is capable of,” he says, his voice impossibly low and gravely. It grates over my skin, driving me wild.

Leaning forward, I take the tip of him in my mouth and his abs clench the moment I do.

Slowly, I allow myself to explore the length of him, placing my palms on his thighs to help keep myself steady as I take him deeper and deeper with each bob of my head. I pull back, swirling my tongue around his head and catching the drops of pre-cum that leak out.

“Fuck, Carter,” Hayden groans, and it stirs me on. I take more of him in, but I’m still nowhere close to fitting it all inside my mouth.

He hits the back of my throat, and I gag, pulling back to catch my breath. A hand tangles into my hair and tips my head back, forcing me to look up at him.

“You okay?”

I nod, licking my lips. He searches my face for a moment, deciding if he believes me, before he shoves my mouth back around him.

“Tap my leg if you need me to stop.”

With those final words, I realize that all of that was him just testing the waters. Allowing me time to relax into it.

He’s fully in control now, and he’s relentless. He anchors both hands on the sides of my head and fucks my mouth.

“Relax your throat for me,” he says, cradling my head and running a thumb down the length of my neck, sending goosebumps erupting in its wake.

Jaw aching, nails scraping, I fall into his rhythm and moan around his length, causing a shiver to run through his body. He controls the pace, the intensity, me and him and us. Everything. He takes what he wants, what he needs from me, and in return, he gives me exactly what I need. My mind isn’t swirling with doubt and indecision that I’m doing the wrong thing or thinking three steps ahead to make sure he’s happy with what I’m doing.

He just takes control and shows me, which allows my inhibitions to be cut loose and my mind to turn off and be present in the moment. It’s liberating.

He hits the back of my throat again, but I steel myself, letting him stay for a moment before he pulls out almost all the way.

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