Page 182 of Hell Hath No Fury
I take a step back, tilting my head as I let the water rinse the shampoo from my hair. Lifting my hands, I begin to work the soap through my locks of hair, letting it stream down my back as the water warms me. Hayden doesn’t speak a word from where he is outside of the shower.
The glass door slides open and I lift my head back up, opening my eyes as I see him stepping inside with me. He’s completely naked and I allow my eyes the pleasure of traveling over the planes of his body. He stops directly in front of me, my gaze colliding with his as I look back up into his eyes. A fireburns deep within his irises and I swallow hard, refusing to melt to a puddle by his feet.
He steps closer until the front of his body is just barely touching mine. Lifting his hands to my face, he slides one around the back of my head, slipping his fingers through my soaking wet hair. The other finds my neck, his fingertips trailing along the column of my throat before he wraps his hand around it.
Tilting my head back to look up at him, my lips part slightly, my body humming from his touch and how close he is to me right now. Spinning me around with one hand around my throat, he backs me up until I’m pressed against the cold tiled wall of the shower.
“I love you like this,” he murmurs, his face dipping down to mine. His tongue darts out and he traces the curves of my lips with the tip. “Soaking fucking wet.”
A moan slips from my lips just as his mouth crashes into mine. His lips are soft and warm, but his kiss is bruising. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips and I part them, letting him in. His tongue tangles with mine and I’m lost in the moment. There’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses me. He’s here to take what is his.
Or what he thinks is his…
My hands find his waist and I pull him closer to me. His cock is already hard, pressing into my stomach as his body is now flush against mine. My nails dig into his flesh as I hold on to him tightly while he drains the air from my lungs.
Abruptly, he pulls back and we break apart. I’m left breathless, my chest heaving with every ragged breath that I take. It’s like coming up for air, but he’s already stolen all of the oxygen from the room. His hand is still around my throat, the other tangled in my hair as he stares down at me.
Lust burns brightly in his irises, like a fire you want to walk through and burn. The flames lick at my soul, drawing me closer to him like a clueless moth. He removes his hand from my throat, the other abandoning my hair as he places them on my collarbones.
Staring back at him, I’m a little confused by what he’s doing until he begins to lower himself. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to my chest and begins to drag his tongue, licking and sucking his way down my torso.
It isn’t until he’s on his knees in front of me that I realize what his intentions are right now. He slides one arm under my thigh, lifting it to rest on his shoulder. My hands quickly find his hair and I tug hard on him, attempting to pull him back up to his feet.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
I shake my head at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I didn’t wash my body yet. I don’t want you down there.”
“Fuck that,” he murmurs, pulling against the grip I have on his hair. I try to pull my leg away, but he locks his arm around my thigh, holding me in place. “I don’t give a shit about that.”
“But I just got done skating.”
A smirk forms on his lips and he shakes his head at me. “Good. I want to see what you taste like after being on the ice. Shit, I’d taste you while on the ice if I could.”
"Hayden,” I start, my voice low and thick with need. He’s so close to touching me with his mouth and I’m about to say fuck it and let him have his way with me. “I need to clean myself down there.”
“Let me taste you dirty, pretty girl.”
Jesus Christ.
Releasing the tight grip I have on his hair, I let him go as he leans forward, his face dipping to the apex of my thighs. With one hand around my thigh, he grabs my ass with the other and runs his tongue along my center.
My head falls back against the wall of the shower as my eyelids flutter shut. Hayden has a wicked tongue and he knows exactly what to do with it to drive me over the fucking edge. He continues his torturous assault, working his tongue against me before flicking my clit.
Unable to fight against it, my hips buck and he groans against my pussy as he sucks my flesh into his mouth. His lips are soft against mine but his tongue is brutal. Alternating between licking me from bottom to top and flicking my clit, he has me a panting mess as I arch my back away from the shower wall.
His fingertips bite into my flesh as he grips my ass tightly. I’m climbing as he continues to push me closer to the top. With every stroke of his tongue, I feel myself getting closer to the edge of the cliff that he’s leading me toward. He directs his full attention to my clit and I feel the warmth building in the pit of my stomach.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs against my pussy. “I want to taste you all over my tongue.”
A moan escapes from me, my chest heaving as my breathing grows more shallow and ragged. He suctions his lips around my clit, simultaneously working his tongue against it. I’m so close that I don’t know if I can hold back anymore. He applies more pressure, rolling his tongue once more and he has me free falling over the edge, deep into the abyss of ecstasy.
My orgasm hits me at full force, tearing through my body as he fucking ruins me. He doesn’t stop, his mouth still against me as he laps at my pussy with his tongue. I can’t stop moaning, my body shaking as my thighs clamp around his head. I ride out the waves of my high as Hayden keeps his face buried in between my legs.
As I begin to float in a state of pure euphoria, he lifts his head. His chin is glistening from me and he smiles up at me before rising to his feet. My leg falls away from him, my foot landing onto the ground as my muscles feel like they’re Jell-O right now.
“Damn, King,” I breathe, a lazy smile on my lips as he plants both of his hands on either side of my head against the shower wall, effectively caging me in. “Someone with a tongue like that should come with a warning label.”
Hayden’s smile turns into a sinister smirk. Mischief dances in his eyes as he stares down at me. “Aren’t the bad decisions usually the ones that feel the best?”
