Release (Off Balance 3)

Hayden didn't stop. Between circling my clit and pinching it, he rung out every bit of pleasure he could.

Just as I came down from my enjoyable high, he came. The pulsing of his dick elicited little bursts of ecstasy from him. I felt him spasm, his body shaking from coming so hard. He breathed heavily, groaning from satisfaction as he slowed down.

"Oh my fuck," I said through a light chuckle.

Hayden laughed. His fingers spread out as his hands sensually smoothed up my thighs, over my hips and to my ribs. He leaned over me and gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing my face to turn toward him. He pulled the pillow out from under me, then leaned down and captured my mouth with a kiss that took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled out of me, never breaking the kiss until he was settled on top of me. My fingers found his hair and I caressed him. We kissed slowly and surely, making out like two teenagers with raging hormones, which we were. But I'd never made out like this before. And at the rate we were going, I wasn’t going to want to stop.

A newfound ache resonated deep in my sex and it was rising again. I didn't understand where this craving came from, only that I wanted to keep feeding it.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

I wanted to take as much as I could get and not stop. Not until my body couldn't take anymore indulgence. That's how it always went down with Kova, and I wanted to replace that experience with Hayden. I wanted sex with the use of the pillow again. I wanted him to bend me over. And I wanted Hayden to give it to me the way Kova did but in his own style. There was nothing, and I mean nothing, better than the feeling of an orgasm. Nothing.

I rolled my hips against Hayden's and hitched my knee up, resting it along his ribs. I wasn't done. My body was humming high and I needed to feel him against my center again, I needed the pressure desperately.

Whimpering into his mouth, I tugged on the ends of his hair and became ravenous. I locked my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey. Hayden laughed and slipped his hand between us. His fingers stroked my swollen lips deliberately with a feather-soft touch and I sighed, my eyes rolling shut as he slipped a finger inside. I wasn't used to such soft touches like that.

"Fuck," he said with more shock than anything. "You're so wet."

"Mmmm…I want more," I begged, whimpering against his mouth. We were both damp with sweat, but I didn't care. I had a one-track mind right now. "Let's fuck again." He laughed.

The sound of a phone vibrating broke my attention. "Ignore that," Hayden ordered, then pulled me up to stand with him. I hadn't let go, but was still wound around him. His hands palmed my ass and he carried us to the bathroom. Flipping on the switch, he strode to the shower and turned it on. Little pebbles of cold water speckled my back but did nothing to help cool me down. A couple of jerky movements later and I knew Hayden had removed the condom and dropped it into the trash. Stepping into the shower, he stood under the warm spray with me in his arms.

Hayden kissed me, then pulled back. Our eyes locked and a soft smile spread across my face. Even after what we’d just shared, I blushed.

"Your lips are red and really swollen. You look like you had injections."

He laughed, and said, "That's because someone has been attacking my mouth. She's a ferocious little cub. I could barely breathe."

My brows lifted and I shrugged uncaringly. I stared at his plump mouth and licked my lips. "I can't help it. You're a damn fine kisser, Hayden Moore, and I love kisses."

"I think you told me that once."

"I did?"

He nodded and leaned down, the spray of the shower streaming over us. With the tiles to my back, he said, "There's so much passion in you. I could kiss you all day, you know."

"So then do it." I suggested with a smile. And he did. Within minutes he was hard and hot against my pussy. "Do you have more condoms?"

"No. What about you?"

I shook my head, unable to find words. Now I wished I'd purchased a box. The tip of his dick was rubbing illicitly along my sensitive slit and I knew he loved it from the heavy look in his eyes. Arching my hips back, his erection slipped between us and stood tall.

"There," I said, and grinded against his bare length, hungry for more. Hayden's jaw flexed and his groan vibrated in his chest. He was falling into the eroticism of us being flesh to flesh.

"Fuck me," Hayden roared, dropping his head to my shoulder. His fist pounded the tile next to my head.

"I want more," I said.

"We don't have any condoms and I refuse to make you take Plan B like that asshole."

I whimpered, continuing to rub my pussy on him. A steady buzz built inside, a sigh rolled off my lips. "Please."

"We can't." He grunted, driving his hips up and down. His body contradicted his words—just like Kova—and I secretly loved it. "Fuck, you feel good."

Using my thigh muscles, I lifted so the crown was aligned with my opening, and I hovered above him. Our eyes locked as Hayden's chest expanded with each breath he took, and I knew he was fighting to do the right thing. It was not in his character to be cruel, but it would be so easy for me to slide down and not care, to take him how I wanted. I wouldn't do that to Hayden, though. Kova, yes, because he was a bastard and could take it. But Hayden wasn’t and couldn’t.