Wicked Rich

by C. Morgan

  But in that moment, pain was the furthest thing from my mind. In fact, I was pretty fucking focused on the complete opposite. Pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure.

  Hadley inched forward, her free hand coming up to rest at the nape of my neck. She pushed herself up on her toes, her mouth coming closer to mine slowly enough that I had time to move. But I didn’t.

  When her lips touched mine, it shouldn’t have surprised me but it did. I really hadn’t thought this was the way the night was going to end.

  It caught me off guard but only for a moment. Pulling away crossed my mind, but I couldn’t hang onto the thought for long enough to act on it.

  The next thing I knew, we were crashing together. My arms wound around her, hauling her against my chest. When her lips parted, I didn’t hesitate. My tongue delved into her mouth, and I groaned when the familiar feel and taste of her flooded my senses.

  It was a rush unlike anything I’d felt with anyone else. I’d only ever felt it with her. It was like we’d gotten launched back in time as soon as she’d kissed me. I went back to feeling like that teenage boy who used to kiss her out on the football field of our high school.

  At first, when I felt something dripping down my temple, I didn’t understand what it was. We broke apart and then I realized that it had started drizzling. I’d noticed clouds moving in earlier, but I’d been so wrapped in her that I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of rain.

  “Let’s go inside,” she whispered against my lips, laughing as she spread her arms out to her sides. “We’re going to get soaked out here soon.”

  She grabbed my hand, and even though I knew I shouldn’t follow her, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let go and run in the other fucking direction. Hurrying inside with her instead of doing the right thing, I stayed on her heels as we laughed, tripping up the stairs in our haste to get to her room.

  When we stumbled into it, it was empty. Hadley turned around, grinning as she grabbed my hands and pulled me back to her. “My roommate must’ve gone out too.”

  I didn’t need any further invitation. Reaching behind me, I locked her door and wrapped my arms around her again as I walked her back to her bed.

  We fell onto it, and things started heating up almost immediately. Okay. Just this once. Once for the people we used to be. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

  Chapter 16

  HADLEY

  Daxton’s lips were firm on mine. His fervent kisses made my head spin, and all I could do was to hold on for life as he devoured my mouth.

  I hadn’t planned on kissing him. Not even after we’d briefly talked about it on our way back to Edgewater Halls. Daxton was the kind of guy who kissed. Not the guy who got kissed.

  Despite the fact that I’d been the one to initiate this particular kiss, he’d certainly turned the tables now. He was doing the kissing, and I was the one getting kissed. Toe-curling, pulse-racing, brain-sparking kissing that almost made me forget how to breathe.

  What had started as a spur of the moment intended peck on the lips was quickly turning into the hottest encounter I’d ever had. There had been so much chemistry flowing between us all night, and when I’d caught him looking at my boobs like he wanted to lick them, something had clicked inside of me.

  It had occurred to me that the chemistry had always been there. Our relationship had always been fraught with sexual tension, even if it had started long before I’d known what it was to put a name to it. As soon as I’d seen him looking at me like that, I’d known that part of our relationship hadn’t changed.

  When he’d suggested we talk about it if the time came, I’d been disappointed but I also decided that it was for the best. Daxton and I didn’t exactly trust each other fully at the moment, and it seemed like the best thing to do to wait.

  But then there had been that moment on the steps outside. A moment in which everything around us seemed to still and all that mattered was the connection between us. In a very uncharacteristic move, I’d tossed the decision I’d made earlier—the responsible decision—out the window and taken a chance.

  I’d really only meant to give him a chaste kiss. A lingering peck after which I’d planned on smiling up at him and then leaving him wanting more as I headed inside.

  It wasn’t the most flirty plan in the world, but I’d come up with it in only a few seconds during those charged minutes downstairs. It’d been a good plan nonetheless. One I was sure would’ve worked to leave him wanting more if it hadn’t gone up in flames.

  When I first pressed my lips against his, he’d gone stiff. I’d been all but sure he was going to pull away and I’d been about to do it myself when he’d suddenly grabbed hold of me. Like a savage alpha beast in a romance novel, he’d locked his strong arms around my waist and hauled me closer until my chest crashed into his.

  From that moment on, I’d been lost. I wasn’t naive. I knew that the chances were excellent that this wasn’t going to end well. Daxton had changed a lot over the years and so had I. We weren’t just going to fall into a fairytale relationship where our second chance was going to end in four monogamous years of college before we got married.

  I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted anyway. Sure, I liked him and I always had. Dax made me feel things no other guy had ever come close to making me feel, and we had a connection that I was pretty sure couldn’t be beaten.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want a relationship or didn’t think it was possible for people to have four monogamous years of college before they got married after graduation. I did want a relationship. I just didn’t think it was going to grow from this, or that it would be with Daxton.

  I’d also never really had a serious boyfriend. I wasn’t promiscuous and I didn’t sleep around, but this was my freshman year. College was literally the only time when exploration and experimentation wasn’t just acceptable, it was expected.

  Edgewater University might be one of the best, but the students here were still just students. We were more serious students than most, but I didn’t think that a little well-timed fun had to have any impact on my academic goals.

  As for Daxton, I doubted he was looking for this to turn into anything serious either. I’d seen the way girls looked at him on campus and I’d heard some of the things they said. He was, once again, a golden boy. Just like he had been before everything had changed after his father’s arrest.

  Golden boys with campuses full of girls throwing themselves at them didn’t tend to fall in love in their first month of freshman year. It was highly likely he’d be in someone else’s bed by the weekend—if not sooner.

  All of which meant this was probably a terrible idea, but as his hands roamed my sides and his weight pressed me down into my mattress, I couldn’t bring myself to care. His lips and his body felt far too good on mine, his hips already grinding his massive hard-on into me. We were still fully clothed, but he was already making me see stars.

  His tongue kept stroking mine, his lips coming down to meet mine over and over again. There were these delicious groans that came out of him whenever my back arched or my own hips rolled.

  My hands ran through his soft, golden blond hair in a way they’d always wanted to. Our few stolen kisses in high school had never gotten anywhere near this point, and yet they’d been hands-down the best sexual experiences I’d ever had.

  So, yeah. I’m lost and I’m going to keep letting myself be lost for as long as I possibly can. Neither of us were under any illusions here. We didn’t know what was going to happen in the future but right now, the orgasms we were both about to have were the only future events I was looking forward to.

  The rest could wait. Whatever would or wouldn’t happen between us, I felt like this was a good start. Like we were going back a few steps in order to really start over.

  Dax caught my lower lip between his teeth, and my thoughts crumbled to pieces around me. He nipped at it, his eyes dangerously but gloriously dark when he pulled back to growl into my mouth. “Don’t overthink
it, Hadley. Stay with me. In this moment.”

  I nodded, wrapping my legs around his hips and dragging him closer to let him know I was with him. “I started it, didn’t I? I’m here, Dax. Kiss me.”

  A wicked naughtiness flashed in his eyes before he lowered his head to press his mouth against my jaw. He dragged his lips along my throat to my collarbone, his hands moving down to bunch the hem of my dress in his fists while he spoke against my skin.

  “Kiss you?” he asked, punctuating his words with nips, kisses, and licks. “I’m planning on kissing you, baby. Every-fucking-where. Just don’t think you’re the one in charge here, okay? You’re not. Demand whatever you want. I’ll give it to you, but I’ll decide when.”

  My entire body contracted at his words. Fucking hell. He’s so damn sexy.

  I’d never really been with anyone who’d been so take-control in the bedroom, but then again, I hadn’t been with many people at all. I liked this more dominant side of him, though. Even if I wasn’t just planning on lying back and letting him have the upper hand.

  “Fine,” I murmured, sliding my hands down his back to burrow underneath his shirt. “As long as the same goes for me. Whatever you want, but I decide when.”

  He grinned against my chest, glancing up at me with that wickedness still in his eyes. “You’ve got yourself a deal, but we’ll see who breaks first.”

  “Indeed we will.” He’d already ignited a fire in my belly. With every touch of his hands on my thighs, slowly pushing my dress up to my hips, and every brush of his lips against my skin, that fire was threatening to turn into an inferno.

  Given that his hips were also still rocking rhythmically into me, I knew it wouldn’t take me very long to break. To start begging him to stop teasing me.

  If that happened before he felt the same way, then I was good with it. I just really wanted him to be painfully desperate for me too, even if it wasn’t as painfully desperate as fast.

  With that thought in mind, I tugged his shirt all the way up and pulled it over his head. He moaned when my hands met the bare planes of his chest, my touch feather light as I explored the dips and mounds I found there.

  His body was damn hard, but his skin was impossibly warm and soft. Having taken my cue, his hands left me for a second and reappeared at the tie of my dress around my waist. The bow there had already come undone, and it took him only seconds to get the knot loose on the outside as well as undoing the secondary tie on the inside.

  Lifting himself further off me to complete the job, he rested his weight on his knees as he parted the two sides of my dress. It was a perk that I’d thought about when I’d bought it from a secondhand store but one I hadn’t been able to try out until now.

  With that one movement though, I was on display for him. The two sides of the dress dropped to the mattress when he released them, and he sucked in a sharp breath when he realized that was all there was to it. No buttons, frills, or zips.

  I was lying there with the dress underneath me, left in only my black bra and panties on top of the fabric. Thank God I chose matching underwear earlier.

  “Fuck, Hadley.” He exhaled harshly, his hair tousled from having had my hands in it and eyes wild and needy as he focused them on me. “If I’d known it was that easy to get it off, we wouldn’t have made it to dinner.”

  I smiled and ran my hands up his arms to push them into the hair at the back of his head. “What makes you think I’d have let you take it off if you hadn’t taken me to dinner?”

  He laughed, the sound soft but dark as his gaze fell to the scrap of lace between my legs. Even though the panties were black, I knew he’d still be able to see how wet they already were.

  “Something tells me I might’ve been able to convince you,” he said, his gaze slowly dragging back up to my eyes. The blue was stormy when they met mine. “Shit, Sage. You’re even sexier than I ever imagined.”

  “You imagined this too, then?” I asked, not even in the least bit ashamed that my choice in words had made it obvious that I definitely had imagined it.

  He smirked at me as he reached his hands behind me, prompting me to lift my back off the bed as he went to work on my bra. “It’s been a while, but of course I fucking imagined it. I discovered many of my favorite things about jerking off while I imagined it.”

  My stomach flipped and another rush of liquid pooled between my legs. “Show me what you imagined, Dax.”

  “Everything?” He arched his brows at me, and I nodded.

  “Everything.”

  He shrugged, but a grin also made its way to his lips. “Sure, but we might be here for a while. I hope your roommate doesn’t like sleeping in her own bed.”

  “I’m sure she’ll understand,” I murmured as my hands started working on the leather belt looped into his jeans. “This has been a long time coming. We might as well enjoy it.”

  “Well, when you put it that way…” He trailed off, his gaze on me as he pulled my bra off and tossed it to the floor.

  My nipples were hard, straining for the ceiling, and my breathing sped up under his heavy gaze. His eyes were like twin blue flames as he drank me in, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and started dragging them down.

  His abdomen was like a freaking playground with all the gentle peaks and valleys on it. I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of it with my tongue, but when I finally got his pants and underwear off, I realized that there were far more interesting things to do with my tongue right this very minute.

  Sitting up while he was still on his knees between my legs, I tucked my hair behind my ears and licked a path from his chest to the tip of his cock. It was thick, long, and so hard that I suspected the painful desperation thing was mutual.

  I teased him with my mouth for as long as he let me, but when he guided my head up over his dick, I opened my lips and happily sucked him in. A rough shout came out of him, then he kept still for another minute before he moved.

  It was so lightning fast that it took me a second to realize his mouth was on me now too. I took him in deeper, my hand moving with my mouth while the other held on to his thigh.

  Whatever happened between us after this, I had a feeling I was in the process of being ruined for other men. At least for a while.

  Because what this guy could do with his tongue was nothing short of a fucking miracle. And it was a miracle I wanted to have happening to me again, and again, and again.

  Chapter 17

  DAXTON

  Hadley’s mouth around my cock had me about ready to blow. It was so fucking hot, and she had the exact right amount of suction going to torture me without giving me enough to make me come.

  The same with her hand. Her touch was making me see heaven without actually opening the gates for me.

  It was maddening, but I couldn’t say I didn’t like it. Especially since I didn’t want this to be over just yet.

  When I came, it was going to be after I’d heard her screaming my name at least twice. And it was going to be while I was buried deep inside her.

  With the way her stomach and thighs were trembling underneath me, I didn’t think I’d have to wait very long before the “hearing her scream my name” part would be coming true. Running my hand along her upper thigh, I dipped it between the slick folds of her entrance.

  She mewled around my cock, the vibrations making me curse inwardly while I pushed my fingertips into her. Every one of her responses made her body very easy to read. She was primed, sensitive, and just about ready to go.

  As my fingers slid into her, I kept swirling my tongue around her clit. Obviously not one to just lie there, she increased her efforts on me at the same time but kept backing off whenever I needed her to without me having to say anything about it.

  I’d always wondered whether we’d be as in tune with each in the bedroom as we were outside of it, but I was starting to think we were even more in tune when it came to sex. Her inner muscles fluttered around my fingers, her hips bucking as she press
ed herself up and into my mouth.

  There we go. A few seconds later, I hooked my fingers and sucked her clit between my teeth, and that was when the fireworks went off.

  Her body seized up, but she didn’t scream or shout. It was more of an implosion than an explosion, with my name rolling off her tongue in a soft, erotic moan around my cock as she trembled beneath me.

  Immediately deciding that I wanted to see her face when she came again, I kept going until the orgasm subsided before withdrawing from her. I wanted to come so badly after hearing her that I was throbbing, but I took a deep breath and was careful to avoid brushing up against her as I slid in next to her.

  Her eyes were closed, her cheeks pink, and a light sheen of sweat covered her skin as she lay there panting. Without opening her eyes, she reached for me and swept her tongue across her parted lips.

  “You’re going to have to do that again,” she managed to whisper while filling her lungs with deep gulps of air. “Don’t let it go to your head, but you’re really good at it.”

  “Thanks.” I grinned as I rolled onto my side and let my fingertips skate across her abdomen. “Same to you.”

  She chuckled dryly. “Thanks, but I think it’s safe to say that you won that round.”

  I circled her nipple with my finger, propping myself up on my elbow so my head was hovering above her breast. “I’m going to win the next round, too. After that though, anything can happen.”

  A tiny crease appeared between her eyebrows, and she cracked one eye open to glance at me as her hand rested on my chest. Right over my heart.

  “I, uh, I’m not like that,” she said. “It won’t happen for me again so soon.”

  The look in her eyes said that she completely believed what she was saying. I watched her as I dragged my finger around her nipple again, noticing when her breathing picked up pace just a little and her eyelids became heavier.