Too Sweet: Hayes Brothers Book 3

LATER THAT EVENING, Mia sits on the breakfast bar when I enter the kitchen, my hair damp from the shower. She sips her wine, another glass waiting for me by the bottle.

“We’re going out,” I say, making room for myself between her legs. “Dinner. What do you feel like? Italian, Greek, Spanish?”

She hooks her index finger in the collar of my t-shirt, tugging until I get the hint and kiss her.

“Don’t do that.” I bite her lip when she sighs softly. “I know you love it when I kiss you, but you need to keep those sweet little sounds in for me.”

She peers up, her eyes glossy, velvet with desire. “Why?”

“I don’t have nearly enough restraint when you sigh and moan in my mouth.”

Her lips form a small o, and she sighs again, making my dick twitch. “I’m not hungry, Nico.” She tiptoes her fingers up my chest. “Not for food, anyway. I want to have sex.”

A ball of blazing heat detonates behind my ribs, the images those words summon redirecting the blood in my veins straight to my cock. “So do I, baby, but no rushing. I won’t fuck this up. We’ll get there when we get there.”

“We’re there.” She squeezes her thighs around mine, her ache like a separate living organism inside her trying to claw its way out. “You want me to beg?” She grips my hand, steering my fingers under her dress, over the inside of her thigh, until I touch the lacy fabric of her panties, and my brain turns to mush.

She’s soaked. Warm. So fucking mine.

“Do you think I’m ready?” Her breathing hitches when I stroke her, barely putting any pressure. Her lips graze my ear, her words reduced to a whisper and softer with each one. “Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to take care of myself when all I want is to have you touch me?”

I close her lips, my pulse speeding up. Lust takes over. The need to bury myself inside her, take care of her ache, and find release after weeks of imagining her naked body in my arms is so intense it feels like my bones are shaking.

“Now you’ve done it. I’m taking that first. Now.”

She sighs again, on fucking purpose. I lift her up, my hands knotted under her bum for support as I cross the hallway.

“You need to trust me. You need to understand that I know what I’m doing,” I say, making her tremble, and I want to tear her clothes off right here on the staircase. “I’ll make you feel good, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m yours, Nico. Do as you please.”

I put her down to stand in my bedroom, spin her to face the wall, and kiss her neck while I unzip her dress. It falls to the floor in a heap of white, pink, and gray. Her bra follows suit.

I spin her back, my fingers weaving through her dirty-blonde waves, my mouth covering hers. I hook my thumbs over the elastic of her panties, pulling until they fall around her ankles, and Mia steps out, lips still on mine.

“You’ve got one chance to run,” I say, lifting her up again. She wraps her legs around me, hot pussy pressing against my stomach, my t-shirt wet with her ache.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t think I’d let you run.” I lay her down, scrutinizing every inch of her. She’s perfect. Every beauty mark and blemish, every curve, even the scar on her thigh. Perfect. “Tell me you trust me to take care of you.”

“I trust you. I’m not afraid.”

I yank the t-shirt over my head, and before it hits the floor, my mouth closes on her breast.

She arches back with a quiet hiss.

I waited weeks for this to happen. I imagined her in my bed a thousand times, so I know exactly how I want this to go.

“First,” I say, kissing up the column of her neck as I slide my hand down her body. “You’ll come on my fingers.”

Her lips part, eyes flutter closed, and a barely audible sigh finds a way out when I circle her clit.

“Good girl,” I whisper, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. “Focus on how you feel and nothing else.” My fingers slide left and right, then in small circles, her wetness aiding my work, bringing her closer. “Chase that high, baby. You want to scream? Scream. You want to keep it in? Do it. Don’t think.”

With each stroke, her moans lose their softness, and her petite body shudders with waves of pleasure. I love how she pulls me in, rediscovering my lips over and over.

“I’m so close,” she utters minutes later.

“That’s good, focus. Let it happen.” I tease her entrance, rubbing her clit with my thumb. “You’re beautiful. You’re mine. Every sound, every spasm, every—” A low growl bubbles in my chest, cutting off words when her orgasm hits. “There it is, good girl. Ride it, baby.”

Her breathing hiccups, and she’s coming. Hard. So hard her legs shake, and toes curl, and her lips part. She gouges her nails down my back, scraping long lines as I watch.

I stare.

She throws her head back, throat exposed, and moans in a soft staccato. I brush my lips along her collarbones. She squeezes her thighs together, still shuddering.

“Best view in the city,” I say. “You’re perfect, you know that? Now you’ll come on my lips.”

“I… I—”

“You’ve never made yourself come twice in a row?”

“No, I didn’t think I could.”

I take my jeans off and move to the foot of the bed, hooking my arms under her knees. “You can. Relax, and focus on you.” I nose a line down her abdomen before licking her slowly.

She tastes like fucking candy. Sweet… so sweet.

Her thighs quiver around my head as a needy whimper hits my ears, and my cock twitches to spring free.

Mia grips my hair, her boobs pressed in her arms as her back bends from the bed with every lick of my tongue. I could spend hours between her legs, using my best tricks to make her squirm. She moans, the sounds louder, as if she can’t hold her inhibitions, and I feel I might burst any minute.

I flick her clit with my tongue, using my thumb to tease her entrance, and Mia pushes me down harder, lifting her hips off the bed a little, begging for more.

And more I give her, sucking her into my mouth once, twice, and she’s coming again, clutching my head in place and grinding into me for a few intense seconds before her legs open enough to let me out. I mark a line of open-mouthed kisses between her breasts before we’re at eye level.

Flushed face, full lips even plumper, swollen from my kisses, and long eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

“Look at me, Mia,” I say, hanging over her, my fingers ghosting the side of her warm body. “The way you come… I can’t get enough of seeing you like that.”

She smiles a blissful, satisfied smile, eyes still closed.

“Suddenly speechless, are you?” I trace my nose across her cheek. “Let’s see if I can get you audible again. Now, you’ll come while I’m inside you.”

I get up, pulling my boxer shorts off, and Mia lets out a quiet gasp, eyeing my cock. “Um, it’s so—”

“Big?” I supply, my ego pleasantly stroked.

“No. I mean, yes, it’s big, but I wanted to say soft.”

I blink twice before a burst of laughter rips from my chest. “Soft? That’s what you’re going for? It’s as far from soft as it gets. We’ll have to work on your dirty talk.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She blushes, scooting to the edge of the bed. Reaching her small hand out, she stops, glancing up at me. “Can I touch it?”

“That’s the first and last time you ask permission. If you want to touch me, do it.”

Her gaze drops again. She trails the veins, her touch light but arousing when she smears a bead of precum over the head with her thumb. “So soft,” she murmurs.

I grip her hand, wrapping it around the hilt. “That’s how you do this, Mia.” I clamp my hand over hers, stroking it over myself a few times. “We’ll save that lesson for a different day.”

She moves back, nodding when I pull a condom from the nightstand drawer and rip it open.

“I’ve got a contraceptive implant,” she says before I roll it on. “It helps with my periods, so we don’t need this unless—”

“We’re not ditching condoms, Mia. It’s just latex. It doesn’t change how my body works. Hormones do, so I’ll be the one using protection, baby.” I climb back on the bed, hovering above her. “I won’t tell you to take the implant out. It’s your body and your decision, but I will tell you I don’t want you to have it.”

“Can we talk about this another time?”

“Sure.” I kiss her head, push a pillow under her head, and slide another under her butt, positioning myself between her legs. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

I’ve imagined this moment for two months. Two fucking months, and now that she’s finally here, it’s nothing like my fantasies. I always skipped this part, going straight into picturing myself already inside her…

But I need to get there first without hurting her, and despite hiding it well, I’ve never been so nervous before sex. I’ve never taken a girl’s virginity, but every cell in my body is wound up tight, ready and determined.

“You’re more worried than I am. Relax.” She lifts her head off the pillow, imitating my tone. “You’ve done this before.”

I watch her face, waiting for any signs of pain as I move my hips forward slowly. I don’t get far…

She tenses when the head of my cock finds resistance. Not every girl has a hymen, I know that much, but Mia does, which means I need to be even more careful.

“Just rip the band-aid,” she utters, tensing more with each passing second, the anticipation of pain worse than the pain itself.

“Look at me.” I retreat, then slide back in, barely making contact with the barrier.

Her eyes pop open. Big, round, filled with unease that has me on edge, almost ready to pull out and try another day.

Fuck.

This girl…

This little, sweet, innocent beauty has been my focus point since I laid eyes on her.

“You trust me, Mia. This isn’t a band-aid. I won’t hurt you.”

She nods, smiling small, and I wipe that smile off with a kiss. She’s like playdough around me, adjusting to my rhythm and melting in my arms.

I tease her with shallow, slow thrusts, her body adjusting to take me inch by inch. The more she relaxes, the further I sink. The barrier stretches slowly, letting me in deeper. It takes at least five minutes of cautious movements and my lips working every inch of her skin in reach before I’m as deep as the position allows.

“How’s that, baby? Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s…” She pinches her lips together, frowning a little, “…nice. It’s nice.”

I graze my nose up her cheek, leaving a kiss on her temple. “You’re a lousy liar, Mia. Say what you want to say.”

“You’re so big!” she complains, holding onto my shoulders.

“You sure you don’t mean soft?”

She whacks my back. “Don’t joke! This is serious.”

“No. Sex is supposed to be fun, not serious.”

“God, there’s no space there. How did you fit it in? I’m really stretched… it’s… it’s…” She circles her hips like she’s checking something. “Not bad, just odd.”

I rise on my elbows, looking her over. I don’t know why, but her babbling makes me fall for her that much harder. “Believe me, there’s absolutely no room. I barely fit in, but that’ll work in our favor, you’ll see.”

“Well…?” she muses, raising an eyebrow. “What now? What are you waiting for? Move.”

I retreat my hips slowly and slide back in, loving how she bites my lip, her nails digging into my biceps.

“Okay, now it’s nice. Do it again. It doesn’t hurt.”

“I told you I won’t fucking hurt you.” I cover her mouth with mine, teasing her tongue while I pull out and push back in. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Being with her, being inside her, is surreal. I never want to be anywhere but this close to her. Ever.

My moves remain cautious for a while before I’m confident enough to up the tempo. She moans, arching off the bed, kissing my neck, face, and lips while her nails glide up and down my back, drawing faint lines.

I’ve never been so aroused. Every thrust is fucking sacred. Every sound she makes blows my mind. She’s a drug, and I’m addicted to the point of madness, my chest heavy with overpowering emotions.

I’ll make this work. For her, I’ll be the best version of myself.

“I need to be deeper,” I say, sitting back on my calves. “You need to feel me deeper. Turn around and kneel.”

“My legs are too weak.”

It’s been a while since her last orgasm, but her knees still buckle when she tries to get in position.

“I’ll hold you.” I pull her up, wrapping my arm over her stomach and turning her around. “Grab the headrest. Don’t let go until I tell you.”

I cuff her wrists in one hand and hold her hip with the other as I slip inside, pressing my face into her hair.

“Oh God,” Mia breathes, her legs buckling again.

“There it is.” The angle lets me sink balls-deep, her tight pussy like a gloved fist around my shaft. I have to summon all my restraint not to come. “Don’t move your hands,” I grunt in her ear when she starts wriggling them out of my grasp. “You’re already almost there, aren’t you? Chase it, Mia. Focus on how good it is when you’re with me.”

Another satisfied, loaded moan ricochets off the walls, fueling my arousal. Sweat coats my back, my orgasm building at the base of my spine. I spread my fingers over her throat, pulling her back until she rests against my chest, and I tilt her chin up, watching pure ecstasy paint her face.

I’d love nothing more than to squeeze a bit and control how much air she takes in, but I’ll bruise her if I use my fingers as a necklace, and that’s not happening. Instead of elevating the high that way, I settle for upping the pace, driving into her faster.

“I don’t think—” she chokes, her breathing hiccuping when my fingers toy with her nipples. “I can’t handle another one.”

“You can.” I kiss her shoulder, holding my primal instincts at bay. I’ll lose it if I’m not careful, and she’s not ready for me when my brakes give out. I can’t fuck her hard and fast yet. Not while she’s learning how to take me. “Don’t think, Mia.” A few more deep thrusts, and I’m literally shaking, trying to hold off so we’ll come in sync. “Now, baby. Let me feel you.”

The second she spasms around me is the second I come too. Mia moans and shakes, clawing my arm as I grip her chin, turning her head to drink those moans straight from her lips.

I thrust a few more times, riding the orgasm until it’s too intense, and I stop, holding her upright while she trembles all over, her petite body limp.

“I think I like sex more than kissing,” she admits when we fall back, my arms around her hot frame. “I’m giddy.” She presses the back of her trembling hand to her forehead.

“Not what I was going for, but I’ll take it.”

She opens her eyes, beaming at me. Her post-sex face is just like her: adorable. “What were you going for?”

“Satisfied and exhausted.”

“Mission accomplished. I know I need to go grab a shower, but I’m afraid my legs won’t hold me.” She flips onto her tummy. “I knew you’d make this amazing.”

My legs are weak too, but it doesn’t stop me scooping her off the bed. I can’t recall ever coming so fucking hard. I stand Mia under the shower and turn it on, one arm wrapped around her middle while she holds onto my neck.

“I’ve never been so weak, no matter how hard I pushed myself at the gym,” she says, smiling up at me.

“You’ve been working out all wrong.”

“I feel like I’ve run eight hours straight. Why did you let me have three orgasms?”

“Let you? You make it sound like I get to decide whether you can have an orgasm.” I grab a bottle of shower gel and lather it all over her body, taking extra care with her perfect, perky boobs and swollen pussy. “Making you come is my job, Mia. I’m not here to hand out permissions.” She turns around, pressing her soapy boobs to my chest and making me groan. “Keep doing that, and you’ll get three more.”