Page 90 of The Wingman

I nod, and when he hits the button, a low whirring noisestarts. I can feel it, but it isn’t centered on my clit. My eyebrows slide together. “I don’t think it’s on the right spot.”

The corner of his mouth ticks up. “I know.”

He slides the suction in a slow circle around my clit, never touching the sensitive bundle of nerves where I need it. Another wave of heat rolls through me at the realization that Hayden is teasing me.

“You need to learn to be patient.” He sounds hoarse.

My skin prickles. Where’s my sweet, funny Hayden, and who is this version of him who tells me what to do?

“Trust me,” he adds, and when our gazes meet, an electric current fires through me.

I didn’t know he had this in him, but I really, really like it. He circles my clit, winding me higher and higher. I don’t know whether asking him to use the toy on me was the best or worst decision of my life. The vibration part inside me isn’t on yet, but I feel gentle, pleasurable nudges against my front wall. Pleasure coils in my muscles, gathering and tightening.

“You’re soaking the toy,” he murmurs, watching where he works it between my legs. With his other hand, he props himself up on the bed.

I feel the urge to grab it and bring it to my chest so he can touch me everywhere. “More,” I gasp.

He arches an eyebrow, his cocky side surfacing in a way that’s darker than I’ve ever seen. “Yeah?”

I press my lips tight together, squirming against the toy for more pressure. “Please.”

His mouth hitches into a drugged grin. “I think you’ve been patient enough,” he says in a low murmur, and with a slight shift of the toy, the suction lands on my clit.

My teeth clamp together at the intense pull of pleasure between my legs.

“Oh god,” I breathe, arching into his touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” He’s still wearing that smug smile, gaze traveling between mine and the toy, lingering on everything in between—my breasts, my nipples—pinched and aching through my thin bra—my stomach, my panties.

I jerk a nod, trying to keep my eyes open. I can feel the needy, desperate expression on my face. God, this is so intense. It’s never been like this—not by myself and not with Kit.

“Tell me it’s good, Darcy.”

“It’s good.” My hips tilt toward the toy, and my thoughts narrow to the warmth and pressure between my legs. “It’s so good.”

“Jesus Christ.” There’s a wet spot on the front of his boxers. The thought of making Hayden leak pre-cum from this ratchets up the pressure inside me one more notch.

I wish I could see his cock. I wish I could touch him. I wish it was his fingers inside me right now and his tongue swirling on my clit.

Hayden’s eyes meet mine, bright and molten. “I’m going to turn the other part on.”

Oh god, this is going to kill me. I just know it. He presses the other button and a low, intense rumbling starts against my front wall. The pressure deep in my abdomen doubles, triples, expanding and crackling, making my legs tense and shake. I can barely stand the hot, sparking thrill building around the base of my spine.

“Do you like that?” His voice is gritty as he watches me with focus, and his forehead is damp with sweat.

“I’m so close,” I moan.

“What do you need?”

“Touch me,” I gasp. “Need your hands on me.”

He makes a low, pleased noise in his chest, and then his hand is on my thigh, sweeping over my skin in a possessive, greedy motion. He brushes up my hip, my stomach, over thefabric of my bra before his fingers pinch the stiff, needy peak of my breast. I feel the tug between my legs like a cord.

My toes curl. The hot, fascinated gleam in his eyes, the way his biceps tense and ripple, the low purr of his voice, all layer together to nudge me closer to the edge. Even the softness of the duvet beneath me is too much sensation right now.

Hayden looks down at me like this is the best moment of his life, like he can’t believe this is happening. Like he’s going to remember every second of this.

“You going to come on the toy I bought you, honey?”

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