Page 49 of Take My Hand

“That’s it,” he says, cradling my jaw with one hand. He thrusts back in, pushing past my reflexes and sinking himself far deeper than ever before, and my throat clenches around him. “Fuck,” he groans, chest heaving. “Do that again.”

He pulls back slightly and pistons his hips, repeating the motion and causing my throat to tighten once more.

Hayden picks up his speed, long fingers staying rooted in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth over and over again. I dig my nails into his thighs, needing something to hold on to as he drives himself higher and higher. The ache between my legs becomes unbearable as I witness his pleasure. I slip my hand under the waistband of my shorts.

“No.” Hayden’s voice rings out, but he doesn’t pause his movements. “That’s mine to take care of. Hands off.”

His forehead is creased in concentration and barely restrained lust. The brown of his eyes is almost completely black, and the intensity of them flays my skin.

I’ve seen him look powerful and controlled onstage, but seeing him like that as his cock drags over my tongue and sweat beads on his face is a whole other ball game.

His hips become more erratic as his moans speed up, and I can feel that he’s close. I suck harder, stirring him closer and closer to his release. He bears down on me harder and my body comes alive watching him use me to get himself off, knowing that I’m the source of his pleasure and the one who is bringing him to the edge.

“Carter, I…fuck,” he groans, hips stilling with his cock buried down my throat as it pulsates with his release. My throat works to swallow every drop while he stands there, chest heaving, eyes shut as I drain the last of him.

I hum around him as I pull my head back, letting him drop from my mouth. Settling back on my feet, I stroke my hands up and down his thighs while he collects himself, just enjoying the way he finally looks fully relaxed and at peace.

We stay like that for a few moments, him catching his breath and me catching mine. Until his head snaps forward, a renewed sense of energy thrumming through his body as he looks down at me and a smirk lifts the side of his mouth.

“It’s my turn now,” he says, and before I can ask what the hell that means because I’m pretty sure it was just his turn, he picks me up as if I weigh nothing and drops me into the center of the backdrop. Before my back can hit the floor though, he quickly sweeps a hand across it, sending the shards of mirror scattered around and away from where the two of us now settle in.

The sunshine pouring in through the windows catches on the mirrors and sends splashes of color throughout the room. One falls over Hayden’s face, highlighting it with a hint of every color in the rainbow. It falls so beautifully over the sweep of his lashes, the curve of his cheekbones, and the swell of his lips that I wish my camera was within reach to snap a photo of him now.

His presence fills the room around us, and while my nerves are heightened with all his focus and attention tuned in on me and body thrumming with desire, his calming aura lies beneath the surface of it all, and I focus on it. Letting it center me and tether me to this moment.

Hayden cups my face. His scent envelops me, musky and clean. He kisses me again, taking his time and exploring my mouth.

I become putty in his hands, and he moans against my mouth as he feels it. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I bring him closer to me and grind against him with unchecked desire.

But then I stop myself, waiting to see his reaction and if he’ll put me in my place again. The thrill of that prospect races through me and I grind on him again, baiting him.

Hayden pulls back with a crooked smile.

“How quickly you seem to forget who’s in charge here.” He presses one more bruising kiss on me before pulling back enough to snake a hand between us and pulling up the front of my shirt. His fingers tease the bare skin, and I squirm underneath him.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, and I let out a laugh.

“You’re telling me I need to give you full control and you’re asking me if it’s okay for you to take off my shirt?”

His jaw clenches in annoyance but his eyes hold a hint of humor at my response.

“Please, take it off. It’s only fair since you haven’t had one on all day.”

He sits up, and I lift off the floor enough for him to pull it up and over my head.

“Christ,” he mutters, his eyes zeroed in on my chest. “You weren’t wearing a bra this whole time?”

I bite my lip, wanting to shrink under the intensity of his gaze.

He brings our bare chests flush against each other, and we both let out a moan at the contact. Diving into my neck, he starts a slow, torturous trail of kisses down to my breasts. He pulls one of my nipples into his mouth, biting it, and I let out a sharp exhale at the sting. But then he sucks on it, easing the pain and letting it morph into pleasure.

His hand kneads my other breast and I arch my back into him, pressing them harder against his hold.

“That feels so good,” I say.

His hair tickles the skin on my chest as it brushes my heated skin. Every nip of his teeth, sweep of his lips brings me dangerously close to the edge.

Sensing my desperation, Hayden slips a hand under the waistband of my shorts, underneath the lace of my panties, and slips a single finger along the length of my slit.

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