Page 119 of The Wingman

Right. His question. “He tried.” My eyebrows pinch with the memory. “A long time ago. Back in school. It didn’t work.”

He makes a low, unhappy noise in his throat, gazing at my pussy as his fingers return to work, swirling, winding me higher and higher. “And then he just gave up.”

I blink, unsure of what to say. Yes, that’s exactly what happened. “I gave up, too.”

“I’m not going to let you give up. We’re going to stay right here until you’re happy, whether you come or not. Just enjoy this. Okay?”

I nod.

He lowers himself between my legs, hands on my inner thighs, pushing them apart. My pulse races. This is actually happening. Hayden’s about to go down on me.

When his hot tongue drags over my nerves, pleasure rockets through me. My hips arch off the bed. He turns his face to my thigh and presses a firm kiss, inhaling hard and letting it out in an agonized groan.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs against my skin before he sweeps his tongue up my pussy again.

My toes curl. I clench the duvet. At the center of my spine, sparks start.

“You know what I did after we used the toy together, Darce?”

It’s so bizarrely hot, hearing him use my abbreviated name, the one he’s used so casually for years, while he laps up my arousal. Worlds collide, and I’m surprised at how well they fit.

“What?” I croak.

He explores me with leisure, dipping and sucking and tugging with his lips. I feel every. Single. Sensation.

“You got my hand all wet,” he says in a low voice. He swirls a hot circle on my clit with his tongue, and my vision blurs. I’ve never been so attended to like this, but from the way he seems to savor me, it feels like this is more for him.

And that is very, very hot.

“I sucked you off my fingers, Darcy,” he murmurs before his tongue slips inside me.

I let out a moan, and pleasure gathers inside me as I picture the image of Hayden slipping his fingers into his mouth and tasting me. “You tasted so fucking sweet. Just like you do now.”

Another long, dragging lick up my seam. I heave for air, and Hayden grasps my hand and pulls it to his head.

His grin is pure sin. “Pull my hair when you come, honey.”

I grasp the strands with my other hand, too, my fingers sinking into his thick locks. I try to laugh at his cockiness, but it comes out like a sigh. He lifts my thighs so they rest on his strong shoulders. The added skin contact is exactly what I didn’t know I wanted. His hands linger on my thighs, squeezing and smoothing over my skin to comfort me.

At a lazy, unhurried pace, with his lips, tongue, and teeth, he explores me. Toys with me. Teases me. Winds me higher and holds me there. I don’t care if I come. I could lie here forever under Hayden as he goes down on me like he needs it.

He wanders back up to my clit and pulls it between his lips, meeting my fascinated gaze and sucking hard. My eyes roll back and the air whooshes from my lungs in a choked gasp. And low in my body, my nerves begin to fracture.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to come.

He makes a pleased noise at my reaction and does it again, sucking the tight bud. I blink a thousand times in a row as sparkles burst across my vision.

“That’s so good,” I moan, like the smug heat in his eyes doesn’t tell me he knows exactly how good it feels.

His hand moves to between my legs, and a moment later, his thick fingers push inside me.

“Hayden,” I gasp. The fullness of his fingers aches in the most delicious, mind-bending way. I’m starting to spin out, nerves pulling tight and fraying. With my heels digging into his back, I tug his hair, and he groans in appreciation.

My orgasm builds low inside me.

“What’s the matter, Darce?” he croons, but I pull his hair gently again, and he shuts up with a happy hum.

“This is what I wanted to do last week,” he grits out against my pussy, moving his fingers, rubbing the front wall like the toy did. “This is how Ireallywanted to make you come.”

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