Page 57 of Take My Hand

“I’m sorry.”

“Hmm, I just have to hold on tighter,” he says, before adjusting his hands so they lie across my stomach, pinning my hips to the bed.

Without another word, he dives back in. Now, he’s utterly ravenous. His tongue fucks me, tasting me inside and out. The rhythm is steady and strong, stirring up desire so quickly and so deeply that all I can do is take it. With my hips pinned under his strong hands, I have no way to escape and absolutely zero control over my impending release as he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks harder.

“Fuck, Hayden,” I whimper incoherently.

My feet dig into his back, and I have half a thought to be mindful of his fresh tattoo. It’s getting harder and harder to hold my hands above my head, and I grasp onto the pillow as if it’s the anchor to keep me tethered as Hayden brings me to the brink.

“I’m going to—” My words get caught in my throat just as my orgasm begins to crest.

My heartbeat rings loudly in my ears and for a moment, everything seems to pause. But then reality comes crashing down and I whip my head up, staring down at Hayden.

He’s stopped what he was doing and instead has his head laid against one of my thighs, softly stroking my stomach with his fingers.

“What are you doing?” I whine, and he laughs. He fucking laughs.

I buck my hips, trying to dislodge his hold, but it’s in vain. He’s too strong.

I’m beside myself with need, being left on the edge so quickly and so devastatingly. And he seems perfectly content to lie between my legs and watch me squirm.

Desperate to get a reaction out of him, I let go of the pillow and bring my hands down. But before they can reach my center, he tsks at me.

“I didn’t tell you you could move them.”

I pause with them mid-air.

“And I didn’t tell you you could come either.”

Oh.

Oh fuck.

As frustrated and on edge as I am right now, that was fucking hot.

“Can I come?” I ask, fully ready to beg for it if that’s what he wants from me. I’d do just about anything right now if it means he’ll put his mouth back on me.

Hayden raises a brow, and my stomach flutters.

“Please?” I hedge.

He smirks and lets out a low, gravely laugh. “We’re going to have to work on that. I told you that here, like this, I call the shots. You don’t come until I say you do. You trusted me with your body, and I’m going to take care of it. But it’s going to be on my time, my rules. I’m not nearly close to being done with you. You’ll take what I want to give you. And trust me, soon enough, you won’t be begging for me to let you come. You’ll be begging for me to stop making you come.”

My eyes widen. To think he’s so shy in interviews and interacting with people outside of his circle, but get him alone in a bedroom and he suddenly has a hell of a lot of things to say.

Filthy fucking things…

I can’t imagine ever begging him to stop?—

“Fuck,” I cry out as he dives back in, tongue flicking and stroking every inch. Just like that, I’m back on the edge and I keep my hands firmly planted above me and try to keep my hips still under his grip so he sees that I’m trying to listen to him and reward me for it.

The buildup is almost nonexistent. My body is a live wire underneath his mouth.

“Hayden, can I please come?” I say—no, beg—knowing that I can’t hold it off with what he’s doing to me.

My head swims and heart races and I’m so beyond the point of anything else that I’m ready to let out a string of pleases if that’s what will get me over the edge.

The air is too hot, even with the air conditioner blasting in the corner of the room. I need to hold on to something, I need Hayden to fill me, I just need more.

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