Release (Off Balance 3)

"Hayden, stop staring and fuck me already."

His brows shot up. That'd done the trick.

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Positioning his tip at my entrance, Hayden thrust in hard and fast in one single motion until he was as deep as he could go. I swallowed, expecting it to hurt a little and thankful that it didn't. Our eyes locked, our lips parted a fraction away from each other's, and we groaned in harmony as he lowered himself against my flesh. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, then he kissed me like he was starving. I exhaled through my nose and relished in the little bit of gratification I tried to allow myself to have.

Reaching behind him, Hayden hitched up one of my legs and brought it to rest on his shoulder. An agonizing heat tore through my calf and I fisted my hands from the pain of the little tears I had in my Achilles. I exhaled through my nose again and blocked it out. His hips reared back and he drove in so deliciously slow again that my eyes rolled shut.

"Oh," I said when he pressed into my clit. I needed stimulation there in order to have an orgasm, and mercifully he hit it because I honestly wasn't sure I could let go with everything on my mind. My back arched from the pressure between my thighs I hadn't expected to feel. I focused on it, trying to build that feeling I desired. Hayden grabbed me, giving my hips a good yank to seat himself further inside. Warmth flowed through my body and a low, sexy groan flowed from his lips.

"You feel that?" he asked amid thrusts.

I nodded and captured his mouth with mine. I bit down on his bottom lip and tugged it into my mouth.

"You like to bite,” he observed. I answered him with my teeth. The slight bite with pain always pushed me over the edge and I wanted him to feel that way too.

Perfectly smooth strokes brought our pleasure to a new level while my tongue caressed his. A guttural little moan vibrated in the back of my throat, encouraging Hayden to push in deeper, move faster. I gasped as he almost hit that one desirable spot that craved attention, and I thrusted my hips to meet his.

"Hayden," I whimpered. "I need more. Harder."

I hungered for something harder, darker, something to take the edge off and carry me to another level. I needed something like what I was used to with Kova. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop my thoughts. I wanted what I got with Kova from Hayden. He had to make my pleasure his the way Kova did or this was never going to work.

Pulling back, Hayden sat on his knees and paused. He took a deep breath like he was winded, and the pleasure I had finally felt started to diminish.

"Hand me that pillow," he said. I did and he signaled for me to raise my hips. I exhaled a heavy pant and glanced at his face, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Trust me," he said with a smirk when he saw the look in my eyes.

Placing the pillow under my butt, he gripped my elevated hips then rose up on his knees. He pulled out ever so slowly, then slid back in and held still. I exhaled a breathless sigh. This is what I needed. My thighs quivered as a wave of pleasure finally tingled down my spine. At this angle, I felt everything Hayden was blessed with. His length, his width, the strength in his grip, how he pressed on my lower belly to hold me down. Everything.

"Again." I panted.

Hayden's hips began a rhythm of their own, taking the bliss higher than I could have hoped for. The way his body moved, like he was an erotic dancer, made it all that much better. He hit my clit and that hidden spot deep inside me. As if it were timed, little gasps and moans escaped my parted lips the more he increased his speed and power.

"Oh… Thi

s… Amazing," I managed to get out. Little stars appeared in my vision. His hand flattened on my stomach and moved until his thumb found my clit, then he pressed down on it. My neck arched back, and I clenched around him, my knees squeezing his waist, not caring how I sounded when I moaned his name. The aching pleasure building inside amplified at this angle. I reached for something to hold on to and gripped the edge of the couch. I tried thrusting my hips, but I had no leverage. Hayden was in complete control and, surprisingly, knew what he was doing.

His thumb circled my clit with every stroke of his shaft. I couldn't take much more and I squirmed, stretching my legs until my toes were pointed and I was squeezing him with my thighs.

"Oh, fuck, Hayden…"

"I want you to come like this…bared to me," he panted, his voice not his own. "If you could see what I see… Fuck, you're beautiful."

He watched our joined bodies meet, his greedy eyes solely on my sex, his chest flushed from exertion.

"Your clit… your lips are soaking wet. What I wouldn't give to feel you bare."

I gasped, my heartbeat soaring. Never in a million years would I have expected good ol' boy Hayden to talk like that. "Do it then, fuck me the way you want."

He shook his head and my heart dropped a little. I was hoping he'd become a savage and take me roughly.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "I've only done that with one person."

Pinching my clit did the trick, and I yelled out as I hit that desired peak of intense pleasure. My ankles locked behind his back and I squeezed. Maybe a little too hard, because he rewarded me with a slap to my thigh. The orgasm wracked through my body so violently I shook everywhere. I released a long sigh and squeezed him again in hopes he'd slap me once more. He didn't, but his thrusts were faster and rougher, and that helped. My body pulsed from head to toe and I reached out blindly, finding his wrist, and I latched on. My nails dug into his skin. I was sure he'd have little half-moon imprints tomorrow, not that I cared.

"That's it, baby, give it to me."