Brothers of Paradise Series

He swallows. “You should, baby.”

“That’s not an answer.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips again. They’re soft against mine, moving insistently. His hips buck lightly against my hand and I feel giddy with power.

I tug the zipper down and reach inside.

There’s a bit of fumbling at first before I manage to close my hand around the hot skin. Hayden lets out a faint groan. “Lily…”

I try to pull his jeans down. He helps me, tugging at them with harsh movements, until they’re tucked underneath his hardness. I glance from his face, nearly pained with need, to the clear evidence of it.

He’s big against his stomach. Swollen and red, the head lightly glistening. It makes my stomach ache with want. What would it feel like to have that inside of me? Would it even fit?

As I watch, it throbs.

“Fuck. Lily, just knowing you’re watching me…”

I run my hands down his abdomen and trace the happy trail. Looking him in the eyes, I wrap my fingers around his shaft. It’s hot to the touch, the skin soft but so hard underneath. “Do you like that I’m seeing you?”

His response is through clenched teeth. “Yes.”

I start to stroke, up and down, like I’ve heard about. Like I’ve seen. He’s so big that I’m tempted to use two hands.

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Hayden reaches down and puts his hand around mine. He squeezes, showing me how much pressure he prefers. “Like that,” he murmurs.

“Wont it hurt you? If I grip you this hard?”

He shakes his head once. “No.”

But he looks like he’s in pain. His head falls back against the edge of the sofa, and I can see the muscles in his throat work as he swallows. I feel too warm, too aware, too needy. Knowing I’m the one making him feel this way… it’s intoxicating. I’ve only had one glass of wine but I feel high off this feeling.

I grip him tightly and stroke slowly. Hayden’s breath is coming fast. He’s watching me through hooded eyes and I love the glazed, adoring gaze. I feel powerful. For once, I can make Hayden as unsettled as he makes me, and just as vulnerable.

I let my other hand travel further down. There’s so much of him I want to explore, but I don’t know how much he’ll let me.

I tug his boxers down further to free the heavy weights below, cupping them in my hand.

Hayden’s eyes widen in surprise and I quickly release them. “Sorry.”

“No, no…” He finds my free hand and gently puts it back. I cup them again, tugging lightly. “Fuck, Lily… how do you know how to do this?”

“I don’t.”

“You do,” he breathes, reaching over to smooth my hair back behind my ear.

I smile at him. “As long as I’m making you feel good…”

“Oh, you are.”

I nestle closer to him and begin to stroke in earnest. Hayden’s breath is coming fast, and his eyes are half-closed. It’s like I’ve bewitched him.

“Faster,” he murmurs, eyes closing entirely.

So I speed up. I’m gripping him tight, pumping away, my own desire rising in time with his. I want to know what happens at the finish line. I want to hear him.

His hardness is throbbing in my hand, and the heavy balls I’m cupping contract suddenly.

“Shit.” His hand covers mine, his hips jerking. “I’m close. Lily, I don’t-”

“I want you to,” I whisper. I want him to lose control entirely. I want to be the one who causes it.

Almost involuntarily, his hips buck once, as if he’s thrusting into my hand. I feel electrocuted by the sight-of him so completely undone. I’ve never seen him like that before. I stroke with both my hands, fast and hard. Hayden’s hand creeps up around my waist, pulling me closer, almost by reflex.

Hayden lets out a muffled groan. “Lily…”

“Yes,” I murmur, hoping I’m encouraging. “Come for me.”

He erupts in my hand and I watch, transfixed, as he spills across his stomach. Hayden groans, low and dark.

I keep stroking, watching his face in awe. He looks raw, naked and undone and so painfully beautiful.

He pulls my hand away softly. “Sensitive,” he murmurs.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, Lily.”

I lean against his shoulder and peer up at him. He looks exhausted and spent, a faint smile playing on the edges of his lips. He wraps an arm around me without looking and I rest my hand on his chest, feeling the beating heart below.

“I feel pretty proud of myself,” I say.

“You should. Lily… that was amazing.” He lets out a tired chuckle and reaches to run a hand over the bracelet at my wrist.

“Just wait till I do that to you,” he murmurs.

Nerves and heat chase one another inside of me at the words. His smile is wicked, face close to mine. I can’t help but kiss him again-and for a few minutes, both of us get lost in each other once more.

Finally, I rest my forehead against his.

“Does this mean we stop avoiding each other now? And the inevitable?”

Hayden shudders against me. “I couldn’t even if I tried, Lils. And trust me, I’ve tried.”

Hayden

The present

The wide desk feels unfamiliar under my hands. Grown-up. Different.