Hailey's Game

by Hailey's Game (lit)

  With his chin bent over her shoulder, he panted out like a warhorse in full gallop as he pounded one deadly hammer of his hips after another, shafting every delicious inch of his cock straight into her. From the slick, suction sound of moist flesh being pillaged to the slap of his balls against her pussy, Hailey rode him back just as hard, loving every moment.

  In all her years, it had never felt this good. This damn good. Even with Kyle, as amazing as he’d been, there hadn’t been this sense of exhilaration as Cole’s cock drove her straight into Utopia’s brilliant horizon.

  “Son of a bitch!” Hailey roared that out as the great reflection of beautiful perfection fractured and fizzled with a dose of searing pain. Flattening out on the bed, she tried to breathe through the sudden sensation of having her rear stuffed completely full. In one single second, Cole used all his momentum to pull free of her pussy and sink himself balls deep in her ass.

  It was too much. The pleasure, the pain, it all overwhelmed her, and in that moment she couldn’t tell what she was feeling. Through that din of confusion, warmth settled over her back, easing and soothing muscles strung tight with tension.

  Cole’s hands massaged over her back with the tenderness of a true lover as his voice trickled down from above. “I’m sorry, Hailey. I forgot for a moment. Please tell me you’ve done this before?”

  Even through the pound of her own lusts and anxieties, Hailey registered the sincerity and guilt in his voice. She had leverage now. He’d forgotten himself in the wild moment of climax, and she could use that against him, to break his will and win the game.

  The only problem with that logic was that then the game would stop and this moment would come to an end.

  “Hailey?”

  “I haven’t.” Hailey swallowed, not sure of exactly how to put that into words.

  “Oh, God. I’m sorry.” Those words followed a reflexive retreat that had him easing his pulsing length back down the tender walls of her passage. Sizzling sparkles of pain lit out of her ass. The tendrils ran into the fog of lust burning in her womb. Like cold air meeting hot air, rapturous thunderstorms broke out along the fissure of the two contrasting sensations.

  “Don’t,” Hailey gasped as her muscles clenched down on the ragged pleasure, making it echo that much louder through her body as her channel trapped his thickness in a tight grip. “Oh, God.”

  “I’m so sorry.” Cole was right there, leaning over her and feeding that precious inch back in as he smoothed his hands up over her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “Doesn’t.” She couldn’t seem to get more than a word out at a time as the rolls of clashing sensations ricocheted over her muscles, constricting them and her ability to speak.

  “Don’t? Don’t what?” Cole had never sounded like that before—caring. It made it that much harder to breathe. If only he could be the same ass he always was, then she could be mad at him. Instead, his remorse-ladened compassion melted through all the raw emotions, soothing their ragged edges even as it smudged the line between pleasure and pain even further.

  “Hailey?”

  “I just…” Her eyes rolled back as that thread of thought faded under another intense wave of emotion. “Oh, God.”

  “You like it.” As that revelation rolled out, so did his tone deepen into the hungry recess of a growl. “Don’t you?”

  Fear held her back from answering that. Fear that he would stop. Fear that he would continue. Hailey didn’t know the answer because she didn’t like it. She loved it. The pleasure, the pain, the sheer intensity, nothing had ever felt like this, and that scared her more than anything.

  That didn’t mean Cole would let her hide or even have a moment to recover. Apparently he’d gotten over his guilt because nothing but naked aggression remained when his murmured her name up against her ear.

  “Hailey?” Tempting her, he slid a palm down her side, dipping over her hip. “You like it. Don’t you, princess? You like everything I’m doing to you.”

  “Cole,” Hailey whimpered. She didn’t have the strength to fight the fingers fanning out over her mound. Not with all her energy being dispensed to tense and tremble as she waited for him to offer up the final, killing blow.

  It didn’t come. Instead of delving back into the folds of her pussy, he caressed the naked skin of her mound. Massaging a seductive kind of warmth straight into her womb, he calmed her ragged desires but didn’t soothe them in the slightest.

  “Tell me to stop.” Cole taunted her as he began placing heated, suckling kisses up her neck. “Tell me to stop and I will, princess. It’s all you have to say.”

  “No.” Hailey didn’t question where that answer came from. Neither did she try to fight the truth it contained.

  “Then you know what I want.”

  That should have brought a scream to her lips, but instead a smile tugged at them. Cole was as stubborn as a damn mule. Then again, so was she.

  Seriously, if those men think that punishing me is some kind of deterrent, then they shouldn’t make it feel so good.

  For once, Hailey agreed with Patton, not that she’d ever tell her friend that.

  She would thank her, though, because in that second, Patton’s smart mouth saved both Hailey’s dignity and sanity. Finding the power to lift her head off the mattress, she arched her neck back so that she could almost whisper directly into Cole’s ear.

  “No.”

  This time the growl that echoed out of Cole’s chest was loud, ragged, vibrating out of his soul and across her body as every muscle tensed around her. He’d thought he had her. This had probably been his nuclear option, and it misfired. Victory was hers.

  To the victor went the spoils and in her case that turned out only to be about five seconds of rejoicing before suddenly Cole lifted up. With his arms pinning her back to his front, he took her with him, igniting a wildfire of sensations as her ass rubbed along his erection.

  “Cole?”

  Panic set in as she felt herself falling back. Not into his lap, but onto it. If she thought thirty seconds ago that he’d done his worst, she’d been very sadly mistaken. With her weight sinking her down those precious last few centimeters, Hailey found herself captured and impaled.

  The chaos erupting out of her ass flared blazing bolts of ecstasy straight up her spine. The glorious heat eradicated any concept of pleasure or pain. It annihilated thought of any kind, leaving her body nothing more than a whimpering shell for Cole to tuck back into a frighteningly familiar position.

  “Well then.” The motion of his arm, aiming the remote back at the television drew her bewildered gaze in its direction. “I guess we start back at the beginning. Unless you’re interested in changing that answer?”

  Chapter 25

  Kyle kicked down the foot brake with more force than necessary, just like he did the truck door. Hell he even kicked it closed because that’s how pissed he was. That’s how long he waited.

  Two fucking hours, and what did he have to show for it? A pizza and a six pack because Cole had it right. Best to be refreshed for tomorrow, because the next time he saw her, there would be no polite conversation, no understanding consideration, no nothing other than her moans and him taking what he wanted, where he wanted—on the office desk.

  What a breakfast that will be. Giving the back door a good kick just because, Kyle stormed into the kitchen. The rumble of the refrigerator greeted him along with the blare of porn coming down the hall. Loud as hell, people could probably hear that shit on the street.

  It just pricked Kyle’s foul mood all the more as he chunked the pizza onto the counter. “Cole! Turn that shit down!”

  He didn’t get a response other than the sudden silence. Well, not full silence. The fridge still gave him hell as he wrenched open the door. Half expecting Cole to come padding down the hall, he just started talking a little loudly as he stuffed the warm beer in and snatched a cold beer out.

  “I got pizza and the damn refrigerator is grumbling again. I though
t you fixed this piece of shit. I swear, man, it is just time—” Kyle’s words cut off as he stood up to find nobody listening to him and no sounds of anybody moving in the house.

  Snorting in disgust, he muttered to himself. “Can fix a damn car, but can’t even fix a damn icebox to save his life. Too busy off fucking around with himself.”

  Working his temper back into a frenzy, he smacked the beer bottle down with undue force before shouting out. “I swear to God, Cole, if you don’t fix this thing, and fix it as in tomorrow, I’m going to go out and buy a new damn refrigerator, and you’re going to pay for it.”

  Nothing. Not even a fuck you, which probably wouldn’t have pricked Kyle’s temper half as much as when he yanked a bolt of paper towels clear of the roll. Flipping open the pizza box, he considered which one of them was more pathetic—Kyle for panting after Hailey or Cole for panting after himself. Stacking two slices on his paper towel plates, Kyle figured it had to be him because he was about to be guilty on both counts.

  Swiping up his beer in one hand and pizza in the other, he trudged toward his bedroom, intent on being just that kind of pathetic. He paused in front of his door to shout down to Cole’s open one.

  “Pizza’s on the counter.”

  Only the muted blare of a porno murmured back down the hall. Rolling his eyes, Kyle nudged the light switch next to his door on with his elbow. Tracking across the room to dump the pizza and beer on his nightstand, he couldn’t help but notice the little cabinet under his TV had been rummaged through. Kyle didn’t need more than one guess to tell who had violated his privacy.

  “You know, if you’re going to borrow my shit, you could at least not leave a mess in your wake!”

  Still no response from Cole, and that broke Kyle’s last nerve. Not so much that he wanted to catch Cole doing the deed, but he certainly couldn’t think of a better moment to ruin for his friend.

  “I’m talking to you, Cole, and don’t pretend like you can’t hear me.” Kyle banged through the bathroom door loud enough to give Cole warning but stormed through too fast to give him any time to hide. “I don’t care how many disks you’ve worn out tonight. I want my movie—”

  He forgot the very word forming on his lips. It just froze there along with his ability to think or breathe as his eyes widened on the sight that greeted him. Hailey. There she was. He’d been waiting for her all night, and there she was, all but naked on Cole’s bed.

  Cole had her on display like some kind of prize. One dark, hairy arm spanned over the delicate flush of her stomach to pin her against him. The contrast looked as savage as the thick, masculine thighs pinning the plush curves of her sexy legs down. Down and open, spreading the beautiful folds of her pink pussy wide.

  The swollen flower bloomed out, all glistening and shiny with the arousal it perfumed into the air. Just below it sat the dark, blood-swollen balls of an angry cock, but it wasn’t buried in her cunt.

  “Took you long enough, my friend.” Cole’s cool drawl drew Kyle’s gaze up to Hailey’s flushed features. A large hand camped down over her face, puffing up her cheeks, but he could clearly see the tears shining in them. “I was wondering how long you were going to play the fool.”

  For all the smoothness of his words, Kyle could see the truth in Cole’s gaze as their eyes locked. He was hurting, and odds were he backed himself into a corner of some kind. Hell, he probably even thought Kyle’s arrival just saved him.

  That didn’t dismiss the tears in Hailey’s eyes. “You forcing this?”

  A look of disgust flashed over Cole’s features at that question. “Nah. I’m just tired of—”

  “You baboon-balled, monkey-for-brains asshole! Fuck me.”

  “—that,” Cole snapped along with a slap of his hand over her cunt.

  “I swear to God, Cole, if you don’t do me, and do me right now, I’m going to tell everybody you got a two-inch twig in your shorts.” Fiery as ever, Hailey’s words proved whatever had been going on, Cole hadn’t bent her will in the slightest.

  “Nobody will believe you, princess.” Cole’s hand shifted toward her breast, and Hailey whimpered even as she arched into his touch. “Because as you pointed out, I’ve already slept with half this town.”

  “Fine, you son of a bitch, I’ll tell them all it smells down there and looks like you got a fungal growth—”

  Hailey’s voice lit up into a shriek that incinerated the actual syllables as Cole bit down on her neck at the same time he twisted on a puckered nipple mercilessly. From the deepness of her blush to the glistening sheen of sweat coating her body, Kyle could tell they’d been at this for a while. A while, as in Cole probably had her naked in his lap while he’d been talking to Kyle on the phone.

  “Why you got to be like that, princess? Now we’re going to have to start back at the beginning.”

  Whatever that meant, it got an instant roar from Hailey. “Damn it, Cole! We’ve done this six times now. When are you just going to admit defeat?”

  “When are you going to give me what I want?”

  “Never!”

  “Then we start at the beginning.”

  “The beginning of what?”

  That had both of them looking in Kyle’s direction with the sort of sudden start that clearly showed they hadn’t been pretending to ignore him. The two of them had obviously gotten into a war over something and now they both looked at him as the intruder. That really pissed Kyle off.

  They’d taken his truce, his porno date night, and twisted it into something completely different. Then, of all the arrogance, they excluded him from it. That snapped his temper down to the very last withered thread. He held on to that frayed string only by the power of indecision.

  He just had to decide which one deserved the brunt of the ill will he had brooding in his gut. Cole looked good for the fight. The feral look that normally took over his features during sex had become particularly savage tonight. Kyle had the distinct feeling that if he tried to take Hailey away, he’d get hurt.

  Of course, he’d also get to do some hurting himself, and that idea held a great deal of appeal. If it had just been naked aggression fueling his temper, the scales definitely would have tipped in Cole’s direction. His lust, though, couldn’t let go of the sight of Hailey, bound, open, vulnerable.

  If only she knew the thoughts brewing in his head, that wicked grin wouldn’t be tugging on her lips. There was hunger there in her gaze, enough to match the need boiling in his balls. The smug smile pulling at her lips didn’t help, either. Kyle had worn out of playing nice with Hailey. She didn’t respect nice and that smile proved it.

  “We’re acting out the movie.” And that just made her grin all the more. “Oh, and look what scene it is on.”

  The natural reflex to obey that kind of command had his head turning. The moaning and groaning coming out of the television matched up with the image of a man licking some blonde’s pussy while she humped his mouth. It barely registered for a second before the image was suddenly flying backward.

  “Hey!” Hailey belted out immediately drawing Kyle’s attention back to the couple tangled up in the bed. “I liked that scene.”

  “We’re starting at the beginning.”

  “But there isn’t any role for Kyle in the beginning.”

  “He can watch.”

  “He’d rather participate, trust me.” Hailey turned that grin loose on him, and Kyle felt every muscle in his body tighten. “Wouldn’t you, master?”

  Oh, she thought she had him with that one.

  “You conniving wench,” Cole spat, jerking up as his gaze snapped toward Kyle’s. “Don’t you listen to her, Kyle. She’s just lying to you. She don’t mean it.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want, master.”

  Already the giggles of victory tickled around those words as her smile just kept on growing. As her sultry smile grew into a full grin, so, too, did the savagery of the burning pit of need in his stomach escalate. That smile made him ache to give her just what she
asked for.

  “I’m telling you, Kyle. She’s desperate.” And so was Cole from his tone. “You give me five minutes and she’ll purr that on command.”

  “Five minutes, huh?”

  The calm smoothness of his own tone appeared to unsettle both of them. They grew stiller yet as he strolled around the bed to pull the remote from Cole’s hand. Cole gave it over with no resistance thanks to the calculation in his gaze. Given his position, Cole didn’t really have any other option but to fold for the moment.

  “It seems to me you’ve had a whole bucket full of ‘five-minutes’.” With that he clicked the stop button on the remote before tossing it onto the night stand.

  “Yes, he has.” Hailey was all over that point and more. As quickly as she could, she tried to stack the scales of justice in her favor. “He’s been at it for hours now, Kyle. Think about that? He lied to you twice on the phone.”

  “Like he wouldn’t have done the same,” Cole snorted, but there was doubt there in his tone.

  Doubt, too, in Hailey’s gaze as she tracked him back to the foot of the bed. Kyle didn’t ease any of their concerns. Tugging his T-shirt off as he went, Kyle considered Hailey’s point. “And what about you, princess? Just where were you at seven?”

  “Well, I got held up.”

  That got another snort from Cole. “For two hours? Don’t even try to sell that load. You were playing a game. One of the oldest games in the book.”

  “I got held up.”

  “You ever hear of a phone?” Kyle asked as he kicked off his shoes. Never make love with socks on, that was the rule, and so he toed them off as Hailey’s grin started to fall.

  “I got distracted.”

  “Hmm.” Kyle worked his belt free. “Well, I think I’m about to get distracted.”

  That had her going pensive real quick. “This isn’t fair.” That grudge escaped Hailey with a pout as her gaze tracked the hand on his belt.