CHAPTER 62: STAY

Hailee’s POV

We both lay on my bed, and Nathan pulled me close until my head rested on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around me.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the intoxicating scent of him. There was something comforting and familiar about it.

A peaceful silence settled between us until Nathan finally spoke.

"I heard what happened at the hospital... I’m sorry about that," he said quietly.

I nodded but didn’t say a word. I didn’t trust my voice to come out right.

Nathan sighed deeply and pressed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"I think it’s time for me to leave," he said gently.

My heart dropped.

I instantly frowned, not wanting him to go. I was so comfortable in his arms. Safe. But how could I tell him that? How could I say it without sounding desperate or pathetic?

Feeling disappointed, I slowly pulled away and sat up on the bed.

He gave me a weak smile before standing to his feet.

I watched in silence as he picked up his pullover and started putting it on. Each movement made my chest tighten. I didn’t want this moment to end.

Suddenly, he turned and looked at me, noticing the sadness in my eyes.

"Do you... want me to stay?" he asked softly.

My eyes met his, and I gave a small nod, not trusting myself to speak.

He raised a brow, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Then why didn’t you just say that?"

I looked down at my fingers, fiddling with the edge of my blanket.

"I didn’t want to seem... clingy," I muttered.

Nathan let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer. "Clingy?" he repeated. "Hailee, you just watched me come back from a coma. You’re allowed to want me close."

Before I could respond, he dropped his pullover back on the chair and returned to the bed.

He sat beside me and gently pulled me back into his arms. I melted into him, resting my head once again on his chest. His warmth, his heartbeat—it all brought me a strange kind of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time.

"I’m not going anywhere," he whispered, his lips brushing against my hair.

"I don’t want you to," I whispered back.

His hand gently rubbed my back in slow circles, calming me further.

"If you want anything," he said softly, "just say it."

I smiled softly into his shirt. "Alright, Daddy."

He chuckled and tilted my chin up gently so I was looking into his eyes.

"Daddy? Where did you get that from?"

I smirked and looked away. "I read it in one of those romance books. The girls always call their men Daddy while making out... I find it hot," I said, blushing.

Nathan chuckled and kissed my cheek before whispering into my ear, "I like it when you call me that."

Wrapped in Nathan’s arms, sleep eventually found me. It was the kind of sleep that didn’t feel heavy or restless, just warm and safe—like my entire world had settled.

When I woke up, the sky outside the window was still dim, the earliest blush of dawn barely lighting the room. The world was quiet, and for a moment, I just lay there, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of Nathan’s breathing.

He looked peaceful, lips slightly parted, lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. His face was so relaxed, free of tension. And gods, he looked so hot—breathtaking, even in sleep. His bare chest rose and fell gently beneath the sheet, toned and smooth, a soft sheen from the early light catching on his skin.

My heart fluttered. Butterflies danced wildly in my belly, brushing against the walls of my ribs like they were trying to fly free. I couldn’t help but lean in, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek, then another to the corner of his lips. He didn’t stir.

Smiling to myself, I trailed kisses lower—down the curve of his neck, across his collarbone, and then along the lines of his bare chest. My lips moved slowly, savoring the taste and warmth of him. His skin was smooth, warm beneath my mouth. I could feel his heartbeat beneath the surface.

Lower still, I kissed the flat of his stomach, just above the waistband of his briefs. He twitched slightly, a low hum in his throat as his body began to wake.

My fingers gently held the band of his underwear as I hovered just above it, my heart pounding.

Suddenly, his voice broke through the silence, rough with sleep. "Hailee... what are you doing?"

I looked up at him with a playful glint in my eyes. "Giving you a good morning."

His eyes locked with mine—still sleepy, but darkened by something else now. Desire. Surprise. Affection. "You’re something else," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Gently, I slipped the waistband lower, and his hardened cock was displayed at me.

I stared at his dick with admiration before I began stroking it while placing tender kisses on it.

Nathan released a sigh of satisfaction, urging me to go on. I continued placing tender kisses all over his dick, and then I took his full length into my mouth.

"Fuck, your mouth is so warm, little bird." nathan moaned, and I smiled. I deep Throat his dick inside my mouth and heard him moan his satisfaction.

"Careful." He said and tenderly caressed my hair.

I continued sucking him like a lollipop, I would play with the tip of his dick, swallow his dick into my mouth, and suck him off.

"Fuck!" He groaned when I had increased my pace. I suck him off at a faster pace until he releases into my mouth, and for the first time, I have the taste of cum. The taste wasn’t what I had imagined it to be. I thought cum tasted like milk or something close to it, but I was proven wrong. Having a taste of Nathan cum, I came to realize that it tasted salty.

"Like how it tastes." Nathan teased me, and I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled and pulled me to bed, making me lay on my back while he hovered above me.

"Let’s see how you taste this morning." He smiled and lifted my dress. He went further to take off my pantie, and then he parted my legs before lowering his head to my pussy.

I felt him sniffle my scent.

I was already wet with my juices.

He brought his face closer to it and blew on it, teasing me and making me squirm. I whined, silently begging him to get to it, and Nathan smiled softly.

He opened my legs wider and stuck out his tongue, giving me a long lick from my hole to my clit.

I let out a loud moan, not expecting him to do that. He continued by sticking out his tongue again, but this time targeting my clit and licking it.

My hands moved to attach themselves to his hair, but I held them back and instead held on to the bedsheet.

His licks got even bolder until he was full-on sucking on my clit, and I was writhing in my place.

"Please...please..." I moaned, the pleasure becoming too much.

The fact that I still couldn’t see anything played a huge role in the intensity of what I was feeling.

"Daddy...., please..." I moaned again, and he stopped his administration and looked up at me.

"What is it? What do you want me to do?" He asked me, and I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to say it.

He leaned down again and kissed my clit, waiting to hear me say the words.

"I don’t know what you want if you don’t say it," he continued teasing me with kisses to my clit.

"Please, daddy. I need you to make me come." I said lowly after a while.

"What was that? I couldn’t hear you." He said, wanting me to speak louder, but I shook my head and refused to say anything.

He smiled, a plan forming in his mind.

He leaned down again, his attention going to my clit as he worked me good. This time, he placed his finger at my entrance, massaging it before slipping a finger in.

My loud moan resonated in the room as my hand slapped over my mouth, shocked at the sound that I had made.

He continued his administration, not minding me. He worked even harder to get me close to my orgasm.

I was on cloud nine. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling as my whole body shook. I knew I was reaching very close to my orgasm, but just as I was about to go for it, his fingers and tongue left me.

I gasped, blindly raising my body and leaning on my arm, confused and disappointed.

I whined, feeling a void and wanting him to touch me again, but he didn’t.

"Remember what I told you. If you want something, you have to say it. I can’t read your mind." He said, and my heart sank.

"Come on." He persuaded.

"Please, Daddy, please."

"You still haven’t told me what you want me to do."

"Please, please make me cum!!" I pleaded loudly, clearly frustrated with Nathan and his games.

"As you wish." He said, and resumed his ministrations.

I sighed as my body dropped back on the bed, the sensation that I had been feeling coming back, but this time with full force, as he didn’t have mercy.

He plunged a finger into my pussy, sucking as his life depended on it.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and dug my fingers into his hair as I rocked my hips to his fingers and tongue.

"Ahhh.... Daddy, please!!" I was feeling stimulated and suddenly felt a pinch on one of my nipples.

I was more than desperate, chasing my orgasm as I rocked my hips to his face, but they were suddenly held down.

"I’m gonna cum... please, please... I’m..." I cried, and all the stimulation I was feeling all over my body, from my clit to my insides, to my nipples, became too much to bear.

My orgasm finally came crashing down on me as I screamed my lungs out, my hands pulling at his hair and my juices squirting out onto his hand.

I rode out my high as he licked me clean and came up to kiss me so that I could taste myself on his tongue.

I sighed as he finally pulled back, resting back on the bed. My body was exhausted, and I felt myself falling in and out of consciousness.