Kiss To Conquer (Blairwood University #1)

by Anna B. Doe

  “Do you realize how beautiful you are?”

  His words rattle me. I know I shouldn’t care about my looks, but that vain part of me is still there, still caring about what other people think and say no matter how much I try to pretend otherwise.

  Uncomfortable with his admission, I concentrate on his full mouth, tracing his lower lips with my thumb. Two can play this game, and I’d rather watch him than see him watch me. His lips red and swollen from our kisses. Light stubble covers his jaw, tickling my fingers.

  “You’re the only one who thinks that.”

  “Because it’s the truth.”

  I open my mouth to protest, but Hayden doesn’t let me. His fingers slide on the nape of my neck, tangling in my strands as he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. All the thoughts and doubts disappear from my mind as we continue making out. Teeth clashing, tongues coiling.

  My back arches off the mattress, his hand sliding down my ribcage. A shiver runs through my body. Our chests brush against one another, making me hate every layer of clothing that’s standing between us.

  I want to feel his naked skin pressed against mine. Feel the warmth of his skin and the weight of his body.

  I run my hands up his back, pulling at his shirt. My nipples are turned into two tiny buds that are screaming for attention, wanting to feel his heated skin.

  His heart is beating in tandem with mine. Frantic thump-thump-thump that’s echoing in the base of my neck.

  “H-Hayden,” I pant. It’s not enough, I want more and I need him to stop teasing me.

  “Mhmm?” The soft murmur is the only answer as he licks and nibbles, making me squirm.

  “Take off your shirt.” My fingers dig into the soft material of his shirt and tug as he finds an exceptionally sensitive spot just below my ear.

  Hayden chuckles at my impatience but does what I asked. Stopping with his torture, he pulls back and rips his shirt off his body and then does the same with mine.

  I lean back on my elbows, my boobs spilling from the cups of the lacy bra I’m wearing with every sharp breath I take.

  He’s magnificent. I’ve seen him before, but seeing him like this, in the dim light of his bedroom, with those heated green eyes gazing directly at me is somehow different.

  Hayden’s body is rock solid, a perfectly well-oiled machine. He’s tall and lean, every muscle hard and well-defined. Vivid black ink is etched into the skin of his arms and even part of his pecs. They beg for me to move closer, inspect every image up close, trace it with my lips.

  “Callie,” he rasps, snapping me out of my perusal.

  The tips of his fingers graze my side, my left side, all the way from my collarbone, over the side of my breast and down my stomach. The sensation is so light the goosebumps rise on my skin, my insides tightening.

  A lump forms in my throat, preventing me from speaking. What is there even to say? I’ve seen my body more times than I can count. I can sketch it with my eyes closed, painting every scar in its vivid glory.

  What will he think? He said he doesn’t care, but how can he not?

  “Hayden?” I ask, voice quivering with insecurity when the silence stretches between us making me uncomfortable.

  Hayden takes in all the scars covering my body, not shying away from the damaged flesh. The upper part of my body and my leg have taken most of the damage. Some scars were so deep that there are still pink lines raised on my skin.

  “So beautiful,” he says as he finally returns his gaze to my face. The heat that’s been there is still present, burning as brightly as ever, not wavering once from the damage my body went through. “So damn beautiful.”

  Tears gather in my eyes, making me feel even more vulnerable. “Kiss me,” I plead, needing him to touch me. Needing to feel something other than this helplessness that’s suffocating me. Needing to feel normal and whole, if only for a moment.

  And kiss me he does, claiming my mouth with a kiss so deep it’s etched into my soul. And this time he doesn’t stop at my mouth. His lips mark the path down my body, softly tracing every single scar marring my body. Healing me in a way I didn’t think was possible. And I let him.

  Hayden undresses me as he goes until there isn’t anything hiding me from him. His lips press against my hipbone, making me shiver.

  “M-More.”

  It feels like nothing is enough. The more he gives me, the more I crave him. More of his touches. More of his kisses. More of him.

  I run my fingers through his tousled hair, enjoying the feel of his soft strands on my skin.

  “Like this?” he asks, moving lower.

  My legs clench, making him chuckle. He pushes them apart, settling between my open thighs and kisses the inside, from my knee all the way up to…

  “God, H-Hayden,” I gasp when he kisses my pussy. He groans loudly at the first touch, his tongue parting my lower lips and tasting me. “Yes!”

  My fingers, still tangled in his hair, clench, pulling him closer. He slides his tongue over my clit, sending little shock waves through my body. And then he sucks it into his mouth, making my back arch off the mattress, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as my pussy pulses with need.

  My legs clench around his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead his hands trace the back of my tights, and go straight for my ass, pulling me closer just as he licks the path from my clit all the way to my opening.

  “More,” I cry out. I’m close, so fucking close and it feels too good. “I need…”

  Hayden groans something into my sex, his hot breath and vibrations of his voice bringing me closer to the edge. And then his hot tongue slides inside of me, making me gasp. The world shatters around me. Wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my limbs. My pussy clenches, pulling him deeper as I cry out his name, my body going limp in his arms.

  I’m not sure how long it takes for the quivers to subside, but Hayden doesn’t stop until I’m completely off the high. Only then does he pull back. His lips are red and puffy, my juices glistening on his mouth.

  I watch as his tongue darts out, licking every last drop. Another shiver runs through my body as I watch him. Chest heaving, cock bulging against his unbuckled pants.

  “Good?” he asks, his eyes glued to my body.

  “It can be better.”

  I get up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, but if he doesn’t care, I don’t either. My palms run over his chest, feeling every hard muscle. His stomach quivers when I trace the ridge of his abs with my finger all the way to his opening and push down his jeans and underwear.

  “Help me,” I whisper against his mouth, impatient to feel all of him.

  Nodding, he jumps off the bed and in one swift movement pulls both down leaving him completely naked. His cock springs out proudly, long and hard. Pre-cum is glistening on his tip.

  I beckon him closer, and he complies, crawling back to the mattress.

  Wanting to feel him, I push him on his back and settle on his lap. We both groan as his hot length settles between my legs.

  Nibbling on his neck, I trace my hands over him once again.

  “You’re magnificent.”

  “Yeah? You like?”

  I lick one of his nipples, watching it turn into a firm bud as I go down. “More than like,” I hum, kissing his abs one at a time. Just when I get to his belly button, he grips my hair, pulling me back.

  “Not today,” he grits through his clenched teeth.

  Surprised and confused by his demand, I look at him. “What? Why?”

  Doesn’t he want this? I loved it when Hayden went down on me. Ben tried it only once and he was so sloppy we both got frustrated really quickly and gave up on continuing. He, however, loved when I went down on him.

  I let my fingers curl around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze.

  “Fuuuck…” Hayden’s head falls back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. My lips curl into a smile, watching him lose his cool from my touch alone. I start working his hot, hard length, but after a
few pumps, his hand covers mine, stopping me from moving further.

  “No.” This time his voice is firmer. In a heartbeat, he rolls us over, and now I’m the one on my back. “I don’t want to come over your pretty little hands. Not tonight.”

  I nod in understanding.

  Hayden grabs the condom from his nightstand and quickly rolls it on before returning between my open thighs. His hands slide over the side of my legs as he settles in position.

  “Are you sure?”

  I hook my leg over his, pulling him closer. He rocks against me, his hard dick rubbing my pulsing clit. My eyes fall shut in ecstasy at having him so close. My walls tighten but come up empty, and a moan of irritation rips out of my lungs.

  “I’m sure,” I whisper and press a kiss at the hollow of his neck, sucking his salty skin.

  That’s all the invitation he needs. Hayden lines up with me, his hands pulling my legs further apart as he slides into my heat.

  We both moan in unison as inch after delicious inch of him slides inside leaving me breathless. He’s so big it burns at first as my muscles start to adjust to him, but once they do there is nothing but pure bliss.

  “So-fucking-good,” Hayden hisses in my ear once he’s filling me to the hilt.

  “Mhmmm…” I nod eagerly. He kisses me and I lift my hips to meet his. Hayden gets the hint and starts moving, slowly pulling out, only to slide back inside, hitting an even deeper spot than before.

  “You’re so tight.”

  “Harder,” I urge. I have already come, but my body is far from seated. I’m so close I can feel it. My whole body is vibrating with the need to come. Tilting on edge and just waiting to be pushed on the other side.

  “Grip the headboard,” he grits. His whole body is tense as he holds back.

  I do as he says and he starts to pound in me in earnest. Our sweaty bodies slide together as I meet him thrust for thrust.

  One of his hands finds a way between us, and goes straight to my pulsing clit, rubbing over it.

  “I’m going to…” I don’t even get to finish. He plunges inside me so hard, I don’t just tip over the edge, I fall calling out to him.

  My pussy clenches around his dick, holding onto him tight like it’s not going to let him go. He plunged inside me, once, twice, each time going deeper and deeper until a loud groan rips from his throat. His dick jerks, emptying his release inside of me. The weight of his body crashing over me as we both fall into the sweet oblivion.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  HAYDEN

  A loud knock wakes me up from my slumber. Mumbling a protest, I nuzzle my head more into my pillow. Only it’s not the pillow. Inhaling deeply, I recognize the sweet, flowery scent that surrounds me. Callie.

  All the memories of last night come crashing back. Taking Callie to dance, kissing her, feeling her shatter in my arms when I was buried so deep inside her we were practically one. A smile tugs at my lips. My hands tighten around her small body pulling her closer.

  I usually have the tendency to sneak out as soon as the deed is done, but I might get used to this.

  “Hades,” Nix yells from the other side of the door but doesn’t try to barge in. “Get your ass out of bed, we’re leaving in ten!”

  Groaning, I turn my back. We never got to closing the shutters last night and the gray, early morning light is peeking inside.

  Callie stirs next to me, a frown appearing between her brows. “What is going on?” she asks, her voice still rough from the sleep, a frown between her brows.

  “Shhh…” I push the hair out of her face. “It’s Nix. We have a standing Saturday morning workout.”

  More incoherent mumbling comes as she burrows her head deeper into the pillow. She looks cute, all half-asleep and grumpy like that and I can’t help myself but lean in to kiss her neck.

  She blinks her eyes open, a small smile playing on her lips.

  “Morning.”

  “Morning. How did you sleep?”

  She thinks it through for a moment. “Good, although if I remember correctly I didn’t get that much sleep.”

  And she was right. After the first round, we stayed cuddling until we both drifted to sleep, but she woke me up sometime later, that sweet mouth wrapped around my dick. There wasn’t a way in hell I’d ever say no to that kind of wake-up call.

  “And whose fault is that?”

  She rolls her eyes at me and stretches her arms above her head, the sheet that’s been covering her falling a little lower and revealing those perky little tits. Callie isn’t overly big in the rack department, barely a handful, but the way she reacted to my touch more than makes up for it.

  “I’ll get out of your hair,” she says, stifling a yawn.

  It takes a while for her words to register. “What? No, stay.”

  “But you’re…”

  Not wanting to hear her excuses, I lunged at her, sealing my mouth over hers in a kiss. Callie tries to protest but I slide my tongue inside her mouth, effectively shushing her.

  Only when she’s putty in my hands, I give her one final nibble and pull back. “Stay,” I repeat. “It’s Saturday, doze off for a bit longer and when we get back, we can go out and grab something to eat.”

  She blinks a few times, startled with the change. “Dancing last night and breakfast today? If you continue this way, soon you won’t be able to get rid of me, mister.”

  “That’s the idea.” I lean in for another quick kiss, just as there is another loud bang at the door.

  “Hayden!”

  I break the kiss to find Callie giggling.

  “Coming!” I yell back at him, jumping off the bed and pulling my boxer briefs on. Callie’s heated eyes follow me as I put on my clothes. Her tongue peeks out and slides over her lower lip as she takes in my morning wood.

  “You’re not, but I might be soon.”

  The image of Callie spread on my bed, her fingers playing with that hot, tight pussy makes my dick painfully hard in an instant.

  “You’re one evil woman.”

  “But you like it.”

  “I do.”

  Maybe even a little too much.

  “Somebody got laid last night,” Nixon says as soon as I open the car door, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. His voice is awfully cheery for somebody who spent half the night partying, but that’s Nixon for you. The guy is like an overgrown puppy. Sliding inside, I let it fall shut and rest my head against the seat.

  “Don’t even go there,” I warn, but the smile doesn’t fall off my face. I’m still riding a Callie high and I don’t want to get off of it just yet.

  “Oh, no you don’t. I almost tripped and fell on my ass because you didn’t have the decency to pick up your shit. What the hell, man?”

  I shrug, not even bothering to make an excuse. “Next time you should watch where you walk.”

  “Couldn’t you have left her panties behind? No way I’d trip over that!”

  “You’re like a baby elephant, Nix. You’d get all tangled and tied up in a piece of lace. Now that would be a story.”

  Nix turns around, his hand landing on my knee and shoving me away. “You’re an asshole.”

  I laugh loudly. “It’s not my problem you’re noisier than an old lady on crutches. Besides, I don’t kiss and tell.”

  “Since when?”

  “Since always.”

  “You never minded talking about Tamara or any other chick you decided to hook up with at the time.” He gives me a knowing smirk.

  Is he right? I try to think back. Talking about chicks is a given, both inside and outside of the locker room. And some guys are cruder than the others. Was I one of those assholes? Possibly. Actually, more than likely. But there is no way I’m sharing any details about Callie with the dickheads of my teammates, good friends or not.

  “Callie is… different.”

  I can feel the eyes bore into me from the side, so I turn to look at Zane. He’s been quietly listening all this time, an unreadable mask
on his face.

  “What?” I know he’s not Callie’s biggest fan. Not that I can blame him. Since I was the same not that long ago.

  “Nothing,” he says curtly, but I know he’s lying, not that he’ll admit it out loud.

  “If you have something to say, say it.” I glare at him. I don’t have time for bullshit like this. Things have finally started to calm down. I have all my classes under control, the season is going great so far and Callie and I are finally working through our shit. Life is good.

  Zane sighs. “I just hope you know what you’re doing, man.”

  “I know. Callie…” I rub my jaw, trying to find the right words to explain it to him. “She changed. She isn’t the same girl from before.”

  “Hey, why does he get to know what happened between you two and I don’t?” Nixon’s head pops again between the seats.

  “Because you’re one noisy fucker?” I try, but he only keeps staring at me, waiting for an answer.

  Sighing, I give in, “I had a thing for Callie back in high school, but she was… unavailable.”

  “She was also the reason why Hayden got kicked out of said school,” Zane adds, always helpful.

  “Seriously?” Nixon looks genuinely surprised. “That’s fucked up.”

  I wonder if knowing this will change the way he looks at Callie or not. For her sake, I hope it’s the latter. Callie needs all the friends she can get.

  “It is, but we worked through it. She apologized, and at the end of the day, everything that happened led me here.”

  God knows what would have happened if I stayed back in California. I most likely wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have come this far in football, that’s for sure. Not with the asshole teammates I had there.

  I give Zane a pointed look, and by the way his face softens, he gets the meaning behind my words.

  Thankfully, just then the car stops.

  “Now, ladies, if you’re done with dissecting your feelings, we’ve got some sweating to do.”