I can either go find her or try to forget last night ever happened. Option two isn't sitting well at all, but option one breaks the only rule I've set for myself; a rule I set so people don't get hurt. Everyone that comes in contact with me sees the Haddox I allow them to see. Only one person has seen the monster that lives locked inside, waiting for me to fuck up and set him free. I can't ever let anyone witness that again.
All I can picture is her beautiful body coming undone at my command. I want to evaluate what she meant when she said she wanted to come that way to know how it feels. Surely that doesn't mean what I think it means. What woman has never came before? What's even stranger is that I hope that’s exactly what it means, because that means I fucking gave her the first. I'm a completely twisted fucking person, because that knowledge has me itching to take her again just so I can give her another one.
I know one thing. I've never been so damn turned on in my life and I've been with my share of women. Hell, the sex wasn’t even that wild. I've never wanted to go back for seconds once the woman was gone...until now. Fucking her was either the biggest mistake I've ever made or the smartest decision. Right now, I'm swaying towards both, because one thing is for sure, and that's the simple fact that I'm not through with her yet.
My cock hardens thinking about her. I need to get her out of my system. I have one of my largest fights coming up in Vegas. I already know I'm a shitty fighter when my mind is preoccupied. I won't be able to train properly with the constant weighing back and forth in my head. So far that's only happened once, resulting in the only fight I've ever lost.
I stand upright and begin hitting the side of my fist on the top of the kitchen island as I stare out at my large penthouse. Fuck it. Rules are made to be broken.
I run to my bedroom and throw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. After brushing my teeth I slide on my sneakers and grab my wallet. I have no idea where she is right now, but I'm about to find out.
***
I'm standing on the sidewalk in front of her building, looking up at it extended into the sky, with no clue whether she's here or not. I don't know much about her, so I don't know where else to find her. For the first time in my fucking life not knowing more than basic details about a woman actually bothers me. I shake my head in shame. There are so many red flags going off right now. I'm kind of fucking Alyvia's wish over, so I can't really call her either. She should have known that asking me to stay away was going to spark an interest, which in turn screams inside of my head for me to do it anyway.
I really hope Alyvia is gone right now, because otherwise shit is about to hit the fan. It doesn't really matter, because I do what the fuck I want in the end. That's just who I am and why I'm a piece of shit most days, but it still doesn't stop me.
I make my way inside the lobby. Instead of waiting for the elevator I take the stairs, trying to run off some of this adrenaline I've worked up. A quick sprint up ten flights of stairs and I'm on her floor trying to even out my breathing. I'm standing in front of her door, trying to make myself turn around and go back home. I cannot believe I'm standing here about to do this. I have to be a damn idiot. I guess there really is a first time for everything.
Placing my hands on the doorframe, I consider forcing myself to back out, because it's what is best for her, but I already know I won't. I'm too selfish. There's something about her that has me coming back for another hit. It's worth feeling out, even if for no other reason than because it has never happened before.
Everyone knows men are physical creatures. We don't go searching for a special woman when just wanting to get laid. We're animals. Generally sex with any attractive woman is pretty much the same; some just do it better than others. Regardless of the minute differences, the outcome is still the same. Getting a man off only requires attraction and stimulation. We don't have to have all that emotional shit. Knowing this and always living by it doesn't change that I'm still standing in front of the apartment to a particular brunette that has pulled my attention in her direction like gravity.
Either way I need to do something. Standing at her door is creepy. I knock, waiting for someone to answer. After a few seconds of silence I hear footsteps. I'm leaning against the doorframe with my shoulder, looking at the floor. When it opens, all that is visible is bare, tan feet. My eyes scan up her bare legs, visualizing them wrapped around me. I look up to Piper soaking wet and wrapped in a towel with wet hair. The sight of her is consuming every cell in my body.
Fuck me. Doomed is what I am, and that pisses me off.
"Haddox? What are you doing here? Are you looking for Alyvia? She's not here. She's still with Reese."
My control is slipping.
I'm starting to get mad.
Pushing off the doorframe I walk forward, forcing her to let me in. "When I'm looking for Alyvia I know how to get in touch with her and where to find her. I don't have to go searching for her. Alyvia is not the one I was fucking last night, you were."
She clutches the towel in her hand tighter, her eyes widening at the anger in my tone. She begins backing further into her apartment. "Haddox, what's wrong? Why are you so mad? I haven't even done anything, that I know of."
"Why did you leave, Piper?"
"I just thought it would make things less awkward for both of us. I'm not under any delusions about last night. I know what it was. It's fine. Even though you and Alyvia are friends, you don't have to pretend to be interested in me as an attempt to not hurt my feelings. I knew what I was doing last night." I stalk toward her.
"Well that's fan-fucking-tastic, but are you finished rambling? If I wanted you to leave immediately after, I would have never brought you to my house. Instead, I would have paid for a hotel just like I do with every other woman I sleep with." She finally stops in the middle of the living room.
I waste no time closing in on her, halting directly in front of her, but so close that our noses are almost touching. She takes on an expression of confusion. "You don't normally take women to your house?"
"What part of that last sentence was not clear?"
Her shoulders drop, telling me she is starting to relax. "Why did you take me there then?" Her voice is so low and distant you can barely hear her.
Clearly, I've struck some kind of nerve. I get a hint of pain in my chest at the sound of her voice. It's a foreign feeling, and one that I'm choosing to ignore. It's probably just an illusion from the different emotions surging through my body that aren't usually present, because I keep them locked away. Emotions with free reign lead you to do things you'll regret, or at least for me. My channel is obviously broken, so I shut them out completely.
"I can't answer that, Piper, because I don't know. The only thing I do know is that I'm breaking my rule with you, but don't seem to give a shit. Let me be clear. I'm not boyfriend material, and I never will be, but I'm not ready to part ways from you yet. Everything I said last night...I meant it; no one else, Piper. Right now, you belong to me. Your pussy belongs to me. When you allowed me to take you to my bed and insert my dick inside of you that was our binding contract. Are we on the same page?"
I grab the edging of her towel between my thumb and index finger, pulling it out of her fist. It falls to the floor. "I don't know, Haddox. Things could get complicated..."
Her breathing is increasing, becoming shortened with each attempt. I place a hand on each ass cheek before lifting her to wrap her legs around my waist. I can be very demanding and persuasive to get what I want. I envelop my mouth over her nipple, sucking the hardened middle into my mouth. I bite down, exerting enough pressure to get her attention before releasing it with a pop.
She yelps and I grab her long hair at the middle of her back in my hand, making a fist, then wrapping it. I now have full control of her head. Pulling back to reveal her neck, I lick along the seam from her shoulder to her ear. She smells amazing. "I won't take no for an answer. Yes or no wasn't really an option, only that you understood."
She moans slightly; a weak atte
mpt at hiding her arousal. I know she wants me. I didn't get to where I am by being dumb. I have street smarts, common sense. I know how to read people and their actions. Body language tells a story. A person just has to learn how to interpret it. "What do you want from me, Haddox?"
What do I want? Fuck if I know. I know I don't want any other prick's dirty hands on her. That's a start. I don't intend on sharing her with anyone for as long as I want her. "I won't sit here and tell you that I'm a good person, because that would be a lie. I'm probably one of the most fucked up people you'll ever meet, but I am asking you to trust me with your body and your mind. In expecting you to fuck me solely and no one else, I will give you the same respect. I don't like categorizing myself or assigning any titles to my name, but if you need it, I am yours as much as you are mine."
"We barely know each other. Don't you think making any kind of decisions about staking claim on the other would be crazy?" I take a few steps and push her back against the wall.
"I stopped giving a shit about what others think a really long time ago." I brush the tip of my index finger down the poem she tattooed on her side. "Maybe it's time you should too. I know that I want you in the only way I can, and that's all that matters. Fuck everyone else." She grabs onto each side of my head and crushes her lips against mine. My cock hardens to the point that it's starting to hurt, so I unbutton my pants for relief.
She has a hunger in her kiss that is driving me wild, stirring the animal inside. I break free. "Where's your bedroom?"
"Door on the left, across the apartment," she says, short of breath. I take off in almost a sprint to get there. Normally, I'd fuck her here with no problem, but that might be a little awkward if two of my few friends walk in.
Walking in her room, I slam her on top of the bed in my arms, pressing my lips roughly against hers. I break free, only long enough to take off my shirt and remove a condom from my wallet. She pushes my pants down to my thighs. I quickly tear the condom open and roll it on.
Her bed is high enough I can remain standing. I align my dick at her entrance and thrust forward, entering her as I bend forward. I knew she'd be wet. I could sense it in her stance. She tries to grab onto my waist, but I take her hands in mine, laying them above her head, taking away her ability to touch. The fire has been lit, but this time there is no accelerant like all the previous times with prior women, driving me to go faster and harder; the one thing I always need.
I bite her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth. She arches her back, pushing her breasts into my chest. I insert my tongue into her mouth, playing with hers. Each time I thrust forward her hardened nipples rub against my chest. The light contact of her skin against mine is feeding a craving I wasn't even aware that I had.
Bloody fuck. It feels so good that I don't even realize I'm thrusting slow and deep until she spreads her legs wider. This rhythm has never once gotten me off. I don't even remember a time when I've attempted it in the last decade, but right now I sway my thoughts to avoid coming.
I bind her hands with one of mine. Sliding my free arm underneath her lower back, I lift her to create an angle. I can instantly see the difference written all over her face. She starts moaning and closing her eyes. "Watch me, Piper. I want you to look at me while you come."
"I can feel it. I'm close to coming. Can I come?" Hearing her ask pleases me. She's learning. Does it confirm just how fucked up I am inside, yes, but that's who I am. I need the control to survive. Maybe that’s the result of having it taken from you for so long.
Her legs spread open wider, allowing me to penetrate deeper. "Has anyone made you come like this, Piper?"
Her cheeks start to change color. Her eyes stray from mine. I pull out and ram my dick inside her, requesting her attention. She looks back at me and bites her lip, moaning out against them as she arches her back and locks her heels on the top of my ass. "What did I tell you about watching me? I want to see your eyes. Has anyone made you come this way? Tell me." I push inside as deep as I can go and roll my hips, hitting against her G-spot.
She uses my waist for support and lifts her pelvis closer to me. "No, Haddox. No one has ever been able to make me come that way. Are you happy now? That's so fucking embarrassing."
A growl escapes me. I pull her hands toward me, bringing her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I wrap her hands around my neck, leaving them to rest there. I place my hands on her hips. Her legs are wrapped around me and she's angled up, giving me all the access I need. I continue to thrust inside her, rocking her hips against me each time I thrust inside. I can feel her squeeze around me. Her eyes start to lose focus. "Don't be embarrassed, baby. To me that's a plus. I like the idea of getting a first. It will be my goal to never let you go another day without coming properly as long as I'm fucking you, and by properly I mean toe-curling, mind-blowing, mental lapse of everything but my name coming. The only way to get that is to make you come both ways, baby."
I stop thrusting and grind her up and down with my cock pressed fully inside her. I want head to wall contact. I'm nestled inside that warm, moist place, ready for the long haul if I need to be. I lay one hand against the small of her back and press the palm of my opposite hand against her pelvis, hooking my thumb inside her folds over her clit. I work it back and forth, also using the position of my hands to rock her back and forth on my dick. Every surrounding muscle tenses. She pulls me to her, our lips almost touching. She calls out in a voice so drenched with pleasure it fuels me. "Oh fuck, Haddox. Please tell me I can come. It feels so good. You feel so good. Damn, I love the way your cock feels."
Her muscle walls are squeezing me so hard I can't hold it in any longer. It's starting to hurt. "I'll allow you to come, Piper. I'll even come with you. Are you ready?" I pull out to the head and push in at an angle as deep as I can go.
"Yes. Fuck. Yes." The sight of her alone while she comes is enough to make me lose control of my own.
I look into her eyes. They're so deep and dark. Her lips are slightly open, begging for me to kiss her. I lower my lips so close that our mouths brush together, but don't connect. "Come for me, Piper."
I press my lips to hers and kiss her, allowing her to show me how turned on she is. You can sense a lot of someone's emotions through a kiss: hunger, passion, desire, anger, lust, and pleasure.
She clamps around my dick and I can feel it get wetter. Her face transforms into this beautiful, erotic portrait. She looks like she's riding an internal wave of pleasure, completely taken away from the here and now. Her legs are gripping me so tight there is no room between us. Her pussy is warm, wet, and tight. I can't hold it anymore. Three more thrusts and she is finally coming down from her high.
I run my hand up her back, grabbing her hair in my hand, and pulling it hard until she arches for me. Her nipples rubbing against my chest create a friction that feels fucking amazing. I moan into her mouth as she squeezes her pussy around my dick as hard as she can. “Fucking hell.” I pull out quickly, releasing my load into the condom. I let go of her and take a step back.
She leans back and props up on her elbows. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Depends on what it is." I respond honestly.
"Why do you pull out if you are wearing a condom? I'm on the shot, so I only have to get it every three months, and I go like clockwork when it's time. I don't want kids. You don't have to worry about me getting pregnant behind your back, because it won't happen. I think that's wrong anyway, just so we're clear."
I place each palm on the bed beside her hips, leaning towards her. "I just thought you should know if we're going to continue this," she says. “Birth control is something that should always be discussed upfront.”
"It's not you that I don't trust. I don't trust anyone. Birth control is known to fail on rare occasion. I'm not a good person, Piper. I was bred from bad genes. I cannot allow those genes to regenerate, cursing an innocent person in the process." I kiss her lips and push off the bed.
I walk in the direction of a do
or, hoping it's the bathroom. Upon confirmation that it is, I look at her again. "Pack you a bag. You're staying with me tonight."
***
I keep trying to go over in my head what the hell I'm thinking, but no answer forms. I've got to be stupid to drag her into my dark and twisted world. I promised I would never bring anyone into it. Demons are fucked up creatures that should be destroyed, but they sink their vicious teeth into a person and use their soul as a host, controlling them like a puppet. If I knew how to get rid of them I would have a long time ago, but instead I wait out the inevitable, my judgment day, hoping somehow my ending can change, but my sins have to be paid.
Until yesterday I've had a one-hundred percent success rate of keeping out the innocent. I've never given a woman a second look aside from a sex partner, but something about her has hooked me. I feel like I can't get enough of her. She's a siren to my darkest desires.
I look in the cab beside me to Piper staring out the window. She has her manicured nails in her mouth as if she's nervous. I don't think I thoroughly thought this through. I'm unsure of what we should spend the day doing. I'm a little out of my element being with a girl before midnight, again, aside from Alyvia, but things come natural in a platonic relationship. I do know that I want to test out this sleeping theory. Two nights leaving out the sleepless part is a big stretch after twenty plus years. I want to know if sleeping through the night is coincidental or her.
"So, what do you want to do today," I ask as we sit through the heavy traffic of New York. I know what I want to do, but I'm sure she has something else in mind aside from fucking all over my penthouse. Maybe I need to suck up my pride and have a man chat with Reese. After all, he owes me.
She looks over at me and gives me a small smile. "I really need to get some stuff done for school at some point. I have classes all day tomorrow. Is hanging out at your place okay?"
"Sure. I don't have anything to do today. I could cook dinner while you do what you have to do. A person's got to eat right?"
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