Best Of Me

Chapter 4

***Smut warning***

When Hayleigh and I broke off the kiss, I couldn't miss the look of desire in her hooded brown eyes. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Her lips were swollen from our kiss, her breathing was labored, and I refused to think about Wade or anything else besides the throbbing in my groin had my full attention.

She made the first move, her hands reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. When she ran her fingertips up and down my side and my stomach, I couldn't help but break out into goosebumps from her touch.

Her next move really surprised me. She sank down on the floor between my legs. Her hands were quick and steady as she unbuckled my belt and undid the button and zipper of my jeans. With a flick of her wrist, she freed my cock from my briefs and fisted it, her hand sliding up and down my length.

It only took a few strokes before I was fully hard, and I felt a quiver in the pit of my stomach when she wrapped her lips around my crown, her tongue swirling around it.

Fuck! She was not timid at all, and she knew exactly when she was doing when she slowly ran her tongue up and down my shaft.

A wave of guilt and probably a little bit of jealousy made my blood run cold because I couldn't help but think how often she must have gone down on Wade, much like this. She was way too good at it.

I knew I should have stopped her at this point, but then my cock slid further down her throat, and I couldn't think straight. She and Wade were broken up after all.

She sucked me off for a few more moments, and damn it was heaven, but then she suddenly stopped and got to her feet. Maybe she was having second thoughts too.

However, that thought disappeared when she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Next, She unzipped her shorts and let them fall to her ankles until she was standing before me in nothing but a pale yellow bra, that pushed up her perky breasts, and a pair of tiny matching lace panties. She was a goddess. Her tan skin flushed, her body flawless and perfect. Her soft curves were beckoning me. I was gone. Too far gone. There was no turning back now. 

Silently, I stood up and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. This was crazy. Yeah, I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I just wasn't strong enough to say no.

Other than Hayleigh, I had only been with one other girl. A random hookup, who I met through my friend Bubba. I couldn't help but think of that awkward first time with Hayleigh. I wasn't even able to get her off. It was uncomfortable for her, and it was over so fast. We may or may not have had a drunken hookup after I won my first truck race. We never talked about it. I needed to stop thinking and just focus on this beautiful girl standing nearly naked in front of me. I needed to make sure I got her off this time.

The rest of our clothing was quickly shed as I laid Hayleigh onto the bed. Her lips met mine in a searing kiss, my tongue diving eagerly into her mouth. I reached my hand between her legs, my finger separating her folds and feeling her wetness. She arched her back when I inserted one, then two fingers into her dripping wet core. That fact that she had gotten this wet for me was a major boost to my ego.

I needed to taste her. I removed my fingers from her, as she whined from the loss. I popped my fingers into my mouth, tasting her sweetness, and knew I needed more.

I settled my head between her creamy thighs, the tangy scent of her arousal assaulting my senses, going straight to my head. I licked my way between those slick folds, and suddenly I felt like a starved man, ready to devour on the feast spread out before me. I flicked at her clit a few times before plunging my tongue into her, lapping furiously at the wetness leaking from her.

"Oh fuck Ry." She moaned, tangling my fingers through my hair as she held my head against her heat.

I may have been a bit unsure of what I was doing, but I took great pleasure in the fact that Hayleigh seemed to be enjoying it. Her moans, whimpers and my name falling from her lips went straight to my cock, which was red, achy and leaking by now. I could sense just by her breathing that she was close.

I pushed two fingers into her and curled them, massaging her from the inside while my tongue flicked at her clit. I felt her walls begin to close around my fingers, trapping them inside of her. Her thighs squeezed around my head, then began to tremble before a flood of wetness was released. I lapped it up greedily as she continued to quiver for a few moments before stilling, her eyes rolled back into her head, then closed, her lips parted, chest heaving. God she looked so beautiful coming undone, and I knew I would never forget the way she looked at this very moment. It was burned into my brain forever.

"Holy fuck." She murmured under her breath, her eyelids fluttering. I knew I needed her now.

I fumbled in my nightstand next to my bed until my hand closed around the box of condoms in there. I pulled out one of the foil packets, ripped it open and rolled the condom onto my engorged cock.

I settled between her thighs, lined up with her entrance, and in one smooth thrust, I bottomed out. Nothing on earth compared to the feeling of being buried in her tight, wet warmth, and my eyes rolled back into my head as I relished the feeling.

I gave her a moment to adjust before I slowly pulled back and thrust back in. Her back arched beneath me, driving me deeper into her, and she released a sinful moan.

"Oh God Ry, you feel so fucking good." She whispered under her breath, and my ego grew several more notches.

I set a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, I didn't want this to be over too fast. I wanted to get her off again, this time by fucking her. I wanted to hear her cry out my name while my dick was inside of her.

I slid my hands under her bottom, lifting her lower body slightly, and she cried out in pleasure. "Yes Ryan, right there." I drove in deeply, and could feel her tighten around me. She was close. I continued to hit that spot, that angle, my thrust coming faster. I was close too, but I needed to hold back. I needed her to cum first.

She began to shake beneath me, and I watched her orgasm wash over her, her face a picture of ecstasy. I kissed her through it before giving into my own release.

I pulled out and rolled over, removing the used condom and dropping it into the wastebasket next to the bed. We were both out of breath, drenched in sweat, and I had never felt more alive in my life.

"That was... fuck...that was amazing." She panted. Her big brown eyes were heavy, face flushed, and a smile of pure satisfaction on her face. I did that.

We kissed and touched, our hands lazily exploring each other's bodies before drifting off to sleep.

******

After that night, I guess you could say that Hayleigh and I became friends with benefits. We didn't talk about our feelings, we refused to let ourselves feel guilty. We didn't plan on any of this, we just let everything happen. She stayed with me while I was racing on the weekends, but sometimes during the week, we found ourselves texting each other constantly. The texts would get steamier and steamier and one of us would always end up at the other's house, where we gave into our passion.

This went on for a few months, neither of us still ready to talk about the emotional aspect of it. Maybe I was the only one feeling the emotion. I'm really not sure, but I was content to let things play out, despite that what I was feeling went way deeper than just friends with benefits.

Then we got the news. Wade blew out his knee after a late sack. His football career was over. He was coming home.