by Lucia Franco
Within seconds, Hayden had lifted me into his arms and carried me to the living room. I had one of those oversized couches wide enough to sleep on comfortably. He laid me down, my legs spreading willingly for him. For a split second my stomach tightened, and I felt myself slipping.
Forehead creased, he hesitated. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head. "Nothing," I lied through a forced smile. I wanted this, but something felt off until he grinned, and his boyish face hit me smack in the chest. I softened beneath him, letting everything go.
I gripped the elastic of his shorts and pushed them down, and he pulled mine off in return. Hayden was rippling with muscle. Wide but lean, no narrow hips on him. I could hardly tear my gaze from his golden amber body that exuded a sensual side of him I hadn't been privy to. Confident and proud, with an erection that almost reached his belly button. I'd never seen a penis that wasn't circumcised before, but it was definitely interesting looking. Immediately I searched for that pulsing vein I loved only to not find it. I guess not all men had it, which was probably a good thing, otherwise I'd always be looking for Kova. Hayden was my flawless, all-American boy next door.
He was also vastly different compared to Kova.
"I want you," he said, then closed the distance with his mouth. His hips surged against mine and his hard, hot length lay pressed along my inner thigh. Normally I'd be embarrassed by how wet I was, but I wasn't. I wanted him to see how turned on he made me.
"You're a hot kisser. Slow, and just enough to make my body melt," I said, trying to bite his lip.
His groan prickled my skin and it was pretty sexy. Gripping the back of my thighs, he jerked my hips to him. I liked how assertive he was with me. His cock teased my pussy and I lifted my hips for more. My back arched and my breasts pressed against his chest. A desirable energy coursed through my veins. I grabbed his hair and tugged on it. My nails scored his back and he flexed under my draw. I needed to feel him, feel something other than sadness, and he was giving me just a taste when I needed something more.
Hayden peppered kisses down my neck, dragging his nose over my collarbone. His teeth scraped seductively across my sensitive skin. His fingers dug into me like he was struggling on the edge. He knew what he was doing, the storm he was creating within me, just like I knew what I was doing to him.
"I need to make sure you want to do this," he said, his voice gruff.
I nodded. There was a voice in the back of my head telling me not to do this, that Kova would be distraught if he found out, but I was too far gone to stop. Kova had married Katja, and now I needed to release the hold he had on me. He was like a tattoo on my skin, the blood that rushed through my veins, and the only way to be free of him was to replace how he made me feel with someone else.
If I was a better person, I'd tell Hayden to stop.
But I wasn't.
"Yes," I whispered. "I want this."
Hayden reached down for his shorts on the floor and swiftly pulled out a condom from his wallet.
"You always carry those around?"
He grinned as he tore the package open with his teeth. "Of course. What kind of animal would I be if I didn't? Plus, an STD wouldn't look good on me."
I flinched, but was completely deserving of his bluntness. I thought of Kova and how he never had condoms on him. I'd been careless, and Hayden unfortunately knew that.
"True," I answered in all honesty.
Hayden rolled the condom down his erection, then palmed his thickness, squeezing the head of his cock and rotating his wrist. My chest rose and fell as we were suspended in the height of anticipation. Watching Hayden touch himself was hot. I could hardly tear my gaze from him, from the way he gripped his thickness, how he stroked it and worked it even harder. Just like Kova would.
For one split moment I wavered in my decision. I wanted Hayden, but what scared me was that I didn't need him, not like I had needed Kova.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
The hunger in Hayden's eyes stirred my blood and caused heat to rush through my body the longer he stared. I wanted to tell him to go down on me so I could come on his tongue, but that nudging feeling was swirling in my stomach, like someone was holding my shoulders back and covering my mouth from allowing the words to spill from my lips. In the back of my mind I knew why, but I didn't want to acknowledge it, so I didn't.
Arching my back, I stretched my arms above my head to tease him, my nipples aching for his mouth again.
"Hayden, stop staring and fuck me already."
His brows shot up. That'd done the trick.
* * *
Positioning his tip at my entrance, Hayden thrust in hard and fast in one single motion until he was as deep as he could go. I swallowed, expecting it to hurt a little and thankful that it didn't. Our eyes locked, our lips parted a fraction away from each other's, and we groaned in harmony as he lowered himself against my flesh. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, then he kissed me like he was starving. I exhaled through my nose and relished in the little bit of gratification I tried to allow myself to have.
Reaching behind him, Hayden hitched up one of my legs and brought it to rest on his shoulder. An agonizing heat tore through my calf and I fisted my hands from the pain of the little tears I had in my Achilles. I exhaled through my nose again and blocked it out. His hips reared back and he drove in so deliciously slow again that my eyes rolled shut.
"Oh," I said when he pressed into my clit. I needed stimulation there in order to have an orgasm, and mercifully he hit it because I honestly wasn't sure I could let go with everything on my mind. My back arched from the pressure between my thighs I hadn't expected to feel. I focused on it, trying to build that feeling I desired. Hayden grabbed me, giving my hips a good yank to seat himself further inside. Warmth flowed through my body and a low, sexy groan flowed from his lips.
"You feel that?" he asked amid thrusts.
I nodded and captured his mouth with mine. I bit down on his bottom lip and tugged it into my mouth.
"You like to bite,” he observed. I answered him with my teeth. The slight bite with pain always pushed me over the edge and I wanted him to feel that way too.
Perfectly smooth strokes brought our pleasure to a new level while my tongue caressed his. A guttural little moan vibrated in the back of my throat, encouraging Hayden to push in deeper, move faster. I gasped as he almost hit that one desirable spot that craved attention, and I thrusted my hips to meet his.
"Hayden," I whimpered. "I need more. Harder."
I hungered for something harder, darker, something to take the edge off and carry me to another level. I needed something like what I was used to with Kova. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop my thoughts. I wanted what I got with Kova from Hayden. He had to make my pleasure his the way Kova did or this was never going to work.
Pulling back, Hayden sat on his knees and paused. He took a deep breath like he was winded, and the pleasure I had finally felt started to diminish.
"Hand me that pillow," he said. I did and he signaled for me to raise my hips. I exhaled a heavy pant and glanced at his face, unsure of where he was going with this.
"Trust me," he said with a smirk when he saw the look in my eyes.
Placing the pillow under my butt, he gripped my elevated hips then rose up on his knees. He pulled out ever so slowly, then slid back in and held still. I exhaled a breathless sigh. This is what I needed. My thighs quivered as a wave of pleasure finally tingled down my spine. At this angle, I felt everything Hayden was blessed with. His length, his width, the strength in his grip, how he pressed on my lower belly to hold me down. Everything.
"Again." I panted.
Hayden's hips began a rhythm of their own, taking the bliss higher than I could have hoped for. The way his body moved, like he was an erotic dancer, made it all that much better. He hit my clit and that hidden spot deep inside me. As if it were timed, little gasps and moans escaped my parted lips the more he increased his speed and power.
"Oh… Thi
s… Amazing," I managed to get out. Little stars appeared in my vision. His hand flattened on my stomach and moved until his thumb found my clit, then he pressed down on it. My neck arched back, and I clenched around him, my knees squeezing his waist, not caring how I sounded when I moaned his name. The aching pleasure building inside amplified at this angle. I reached for something to hold on to and gripped the edge of the couch. I tried thrusting my hips, but I had no leverage. Hayden was in complete control and, surprisingly, knew what he was doing.
His thumb circled my clit with every stroke of his shaft. I couldn't take much more and I squirmed, stretching my legs until my toes were pointed and I was squeezing him with my thighs.
"Oh, fuck, Hayden…"
"I want you to come like this…bared to me," he panted, his voice not his own. "If you could see what I see… Fuck, you're beautiful."
He watched our joined bodies meet, his greedy eyes solely on my sex, his chest flushed from exertion.
"Your clit… your lips are soaking wet. What I wouldn't give to feel you bare."
I gasped, my heartbeat soaring. Never in a million years would I have expected good ol' boy Hayden to talk like that. "Do it then, fuck me the way you want."
He shook his head and my heart dropped a little. I was hoping he'd become a savage and take me roughly.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "I've only done that with one person."
Pinching my clit did the trick, and I yelled out as I hit that desired peak of intense pleasure. My ankles locked behind his back and I squeezed. Maybe a little too hard, because he rewarded me with a slap to my thigh. The orgasm wracked through my body so violently I shook everywhere. I released a long sigh and squeezed him again in hopes he'd slap me once more. He didn't, but his thrusts were faster and rougher, and that helped. My body pulsed from head to toe and I reached out blindly, finding his wrist, and I latched on. My nails dug into his skin. I was sure he'd have little half-moon imprints tomorrow, not that I cared.
"That's it, baby, give it to me."
Hayden didn't stop. Between circling my clit and pinching it, he rung out every bit of pleasure he could.
Just as I came down from my enjoyable high, he came. The pulsing of his dick elicited little bursts of ecstasy from him. I felt him spasm, his body shaking from coming so hard. He breathed heavily, groaning from satisfaction as he slowed down.
"Oh my fuck," I said through a light chuckle.
Hayden laughed. His fingers spread out as his hands sensually smoothed up my thighs, over my hips and to my ribs. He leaned over me and gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing my face to turn toward him. He pulled the pillow out from under me, then leaned down and captured my mouth with a kiss that took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled out of me, never breaking the kiss until he was settled on top of me. My fingers found his hair and I caressed him. We kissed slowly and surely, making out like two teenagers with raging hormones, which we were. But I'd never made out like this before. And at the rate we were going, I wasn’t going to want to stop.
A newfound ache resonated deep in my sex and it was rising again. I didn't understand where this craving came from, only that I wanted to keep feeding it.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
I wanted to take as much as I could get and not stop. Not until my body couldn't take anymore indulgence. That's how it always went down with Kova, and I wanted to replace that experience with Hayden. I wanted sex with the use of the pillow again. I wanted him to bend me over. And I wanted Hayden to give it to me the way Kova did but in his own style. There was nothing, and I mean nothing, better than the feeling of an orgasm. Nothing.
I rolled my hips against Hayden's and hitched my knee up, resting it along his ribs. I wasn't done. My body was humming high and I needed to feel him against my center again, I needed the pressure desperately.
Whimpering into his mouth, I tugged on the ends of his hair and became ravenous. I locked my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey. Hayden laughed and slipped his hand between us. His fingers stroked my swollen lips deliberately with a feather-soft touch and I sighed, my eyes rolling shut as he slipped a finger inside. I wasn't used to such soft touches like that.
"Fuck," he said with more shock than anything. "You're so wet."
"Mmmm…I want more," I begged, whimpering against his mouth. We were both damp with sweat, but I didn't care. I had a one-track mind right now. "Let's fuck again." He laughed.
The sound of a phone vibrating broke my attention. "Ignore that," Hayden ordered, then pulled me up to stand with him. I hadn't let go, but was still wound around him. His hands palmed my ass and he carried us to the bathroom. Flipping on the switch, he strode to the shower and turned it on. Little pebbles of cold water speckled my back but did nothing to help cool me down. A couple of jerky movements later and I knew Hayden had removed the condom and dropped it into the trash. Stepping into the shower, he stood under the warm spray with me in his arms.
Hayden kissed me, then pulled back. Our eyes locked and a soft smile spread across my face. Even after what we’d just shared, I blushed.
"Your lips are red and really swollen. You look like you had injections."
He laughed, and said, "That's because someone has been attacking my mouth. She's a ferocious little cub. I could barely breathe."
My brows lifted and I shrugged uncaringly. I stared at his plump mouth and licked my lips. "I can't help it. You're a damn fine kisser, Hayden Moore, and I love kisses."
"I think you told me that once."
"I did?"
He nodded and leaned down, the spray of the shower streaming over us. With the tiles to my back, he said, "There's so much passion in you. I could kiss you all day, you know."
"So then do it." I suggested with a smile. And he did. Within minutes he was hard and hot against my pussy. "Do you have more condoms?"
"No. What about you?"
I shook my head, unable to find words. Now I wished I'd purchased a box. The tip of his dick was rubbing illicitly along my sensitive slit and I knew he loved it from the heavy look in his eyes. Arching my hips back, his erection slipped between us and stood tall.
"There," I said, and grinded against his bare length, hungry for more. Hayden's jaw flexed and his groan vibrated in his chest. He was falling into the eroticism of us being flesh to flesh.
"Fuck me," Hayden roared, dropping his head to my shoulder. His fist pounded the tile next to my head.
"I want more," I said.
"We don't have any condoms and I refuse to make you take Plan B like that asshole."
I whimpered, continuing to rub my pussy on him. A steady buzz built inside, a sigh rolled off my lips. "Please."
"We can't." He grunted, driving his hips up and down. His body contradicted his words—just like Kova—and I secretly loved it. "Fuck, you feel good."
Using my thigh muscles, I lifted so the crown was aligned with my opening, and I hovered above him. Our eyes locked as Hayden's chest expanded with each breath he took, and I knew he was fighting to do the right thing. It was not in his character to be cruel, but it would be so easy for me to slide down and not care, to take him how I wanted. I wouldn't do that to Hayden, though. Kova, yes, because he was a bastard and could take it. But Hayden wasn’t and couldn’t.
"Just the tip," I suggested, pressing my hard nipples to his chest.
Hayden chuckled. "Just the tip," he repeated my request in a sweet, yet mocking tone. I tried to sink down, but he was stronger than me and stopped it from happening.
"No." Hayden drew out his reply, but his actions defied his words. I hummed at the silky touch of his cock.
This was why I liked being with Kova. He was ruthless and obsessive and wicked. He wore devious as if it were a fashion statement. Without trying, he roused something deep within me that I gravitated toward. Neither one of us could comprehend it, but we complemented each other in the worst ways possible.
"I wo
n't be able to stop once I'm in."
Leaning forward, I nuzzled his neck with my nose. His Adam's apple bobbed and I ran my tongue over it, twirling it across his neck and sucking the skin between my teeth. I bit down. His body tightened and trembled against mine.
"Fuck," Hayden muttered under his breath and I grinned. He was losing his battle and I realized I secretly thrived on breaking him down. The power of seduction was something I was finding intoxicating. I did it to Kova, and now I was doing it to Hayden.
"And stopping would be a bad thing?" I asked, trying to lower myself and clench around the tip to entice him. It worked, because he hissed, prodding forward even more. Pleasure wracked my body from the small victory.
"Very bad." His words were thick with need. "I can't take you raw."
"Why? It feels incredible, Hayden."
"Believe me, I know how it feels," he said. "Now I can see why Kova can't resist you. I'd never side with the bastard, but I have this feeling that everything that happened between you two was because of you. You make it fucking impossible. Fucking. Impossible. To. Say. No."
Then, gripping my hips fiercely, he shoved me down onto his length and selflessly gave me what I wanted.
I just hoped I wouldn't regret it.
* * *
Once I was out of the shower, I quickly dressed and walked into the living room to tidy up while Hayden finished in the bathroom. The weight on my chest was surprisingly a little lighter, though the sorrow still pulsed in my veins. I could breathe again, but only in short, tight breaths. A sting in the tail, but I'd take it.
Bending down, I picked up the throw pillows and placed them back on the couch. The back of my calf still felt a little sore and I knew I needed to take some Motrin soon. I folded the throw blanket, then picked up Hayden's shorts. A soft thud caught my attention. Hayden's cell phone lay on the floor near my feet. I picked it up and flipped it over, checking to make sure the screen hadn't cracked, when it began vibrating in my palm.
Reagan.
There was something about seeing Reagan's name flash on Hayden's cell phone that didn't quite sit well with me. Not that he was mine, or that other girls couldn't call him. I wasn't like that unless it came to Kova, but I was under the impression they were hardly friends and more along the lines of acquaintances. I'd never seen them talk in the gym, and considering we were there over forty hours a week, there was a lot to observe and note. You could learn a lot about someone without having to communicate.
