The car ride back to Hayden’s place is electric.
Energy fizzles along my nerves, igniting my skin and making it sensitive, but he has yet to touch me. If not for the dangerous glint in his eyes, I’d think he was unaffected by my presence.
And the fact I’m giving myself to him.
Hayden is the perfect gentleman the entire time and it drives me insane. He opens my car door and escorts me to the foyer, all without skin-to-skin contact. As usual he places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to our destination, but there’s nothing more than that. My nervousness grows the closer we get to his penthouse.
I step into the elevator with him behind me, and the doors shut, leaving Hayden and I alone. The air is heavy with anticipation, the pull between us undeniable.
He stands behind me and I can feel the heat emanating from his body. Butterflies take flight in my stomach when he leans forward, his lips just beside my ear. His breath tickles my neck as he reaches out to punch in the code giving us access to his floor.
I frown when he steps back and leans against the far wall, putting as much distance between us as the enclosed space will allow. He stands with his hands in his pockets, his gaze unreadable. Except there’s a narrowing of his eyes whenever he looks at me.
I turn my head and try to focus on the floor numbers slowly climbing, but I’m acutely aware of Hayden. Every part of me longs to turn and kiss him, to give in to this tension that threatens to swallow me whole.
The charged silence hangs between us, weighted with unspoken truths and wants. I lean against the wall, feigning nonchalance. Until he whispers my name. The sound is desperate and full of agony.
I flick my gaze to him and my breath hitches. Fists clenched at his sides, he takes a step toward me and stops, uncertainty etched into the set of his jaw. My heart stutters at this uncharacteristic indecision, a crack in his impenetrable facade. I sway toward him without thought, longing for the familiar heat of his skin on mine. He stares at me, his gaze traveling over every inch of my body as if he can’t decide where to touch me.
“Fuck it,” he says, his breath ragged. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He backs me into the wall, his mouth trailing fire down my throat as fingers grip the hem of my skirt. Then he claims me for a kiss. It turns ravenous, all lips and teeth and edges softened in the space between frantic heartbeats, until I’m trembling from the sensual onslaught.
I cling to his shoulders as he glides his hands over my fevered skin, rough and impatient yet somehow reverent in their rediscovery of every curve. Then he abruptly breaks the kiss to drop to his knees before me. And lifts my skirt to my waist.
“Let me see that pretty pussy.”
A growl rumbles from deep in Hayden’s chest before he yanks my panties down to my ankles in one swift movement. With a fierce hunger, he watches when I spread my legs, giving him access to the intimate part of me. His eyes drink me in, as if he can’t get enough.
“You better come before we reach my floor,” he says.
His stubble scrapes against tender skin when he grips the backs of my legs and buries his face between my thighs. His mouth on me is like a wildfire—hot and insistent, leaving sparks of pleasure beneath his touch. His tongue circles and teases until I’m panting, my breathing short puffs of air that fog up the mirrors on either side of me. Before I close my eyes, I look at my reflection. Hayden’s head is between my legs and I’m clinging to him, my eyes bright with the pleasure he’s giving me.
I thread my fingers through his hair as I rock against him, aching for release. His fingers dig into my skin, keeping me immobile while I writhe beneath his skillful tongue and lips. The moan that escapes me spurs him on. He devours me until I’m mumbling incoherent things, every sound sheer desperation.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he drives me over the brink with one final stroke of his tongue. My body shakes uncontrollably as ecstasy slams into me. I cry out his name, the sound ricocheting off the walls and echoing in the small space.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers against my sensitive flesh, his breath skimming my clit.
He doesn’t let up, continuing to lap and suck until my orgasm has long since faded. He pulls away slowly, licking his lips as he looks up at me with a smirk. His eyes are filled with satisfaction, the hue like aquamarines.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmurs.
Before I can respond, he stands up, his focus centered on my mouth. I watch him as he lowers his head and claims it for a kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, immediately groaning at the eroticism of it.
When he pulls away, the side of his mouth lifts. “See what I mean?”
I nod, still high from what he did to me. My legs are weak and unsteady, but somehow I manage to stay upright as he straightens my skirt. My eyes widen when he removes my panties from my ankles and pockets the material with a wink. Then he takes my hand in his before we walk down the hallway towards the door, not saying a word until we reach it and step inside.
Hayden locks the door and spins to face me. His eyes gleam with a longing that sears me where I stand. Before my next breath, he pins me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine. I melt into him, kissing him back with everything I have. Weeks of suppressed desire finally released at this moment.
He tangles his fingers in my hair while I clutch at his back, pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss and winds his arm around my waist, lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him as he conquers my mouth with every sweep of his tongue and the pressure of his lips on mine.
Only when my lungs spasm, does he break the kiss. I suck in a breath as he drags his mouth along my jaw and down my neck, stopping at the sensitive spot just below my ear. At my shiver, he smiles against my skin, knowing the power he has over me. To unravel me completely.
And then rearrange me. To be whatever he needs.
My fingers tremble with excitement as I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine. He assists me and tosses the shirt, giving me an unobstructed view of his body. I trail my fingers over the contours of sculpted muscle until he groans and moves my hands to the side.
He grips my shirt by the collar and rips it down the middle. Eyes wide, I blink at the sound of material being shredded. But I revel in the savagery, in his desperation to have me.
To fuck me.
With my blouse and bra discarded on the floor, he palms my breast and claims my lips once more. I sigh into his mouth as he caresses me, tweaking my nipple, one then the other. I revel in the feel of his skin on mine and the solidness of his body pressing into me. Heat radiates off of him and there’s a transference of energy and urgency as halts the kiss to undo and remove his pants.
“I’m going to wreck that pretty pussy of yours,” he says on a groan.
I look down. And almost wish I hadn’t. Hayden’s cock is huge. He’s going to more than wreck me. He’s going to kill me. But what a way to die.
He reaches between our bodies, stroking me, and his breath hisses between his teeth. “Fuck. You’re dripping for me.”
Our eyes meet and I’m lost in his gaze, the way it burns with the intensity of his lust for me. He’s set me ablaze, igniting a fever that only he can sate, the same fire that’s going to consume us both in an inferno that’ll leave nothing behind but ashes.
The tip of his cock leaks pre-cum onto my belly and I pull him closer, needing the friction and heat of his body. His eyes drop to my lips, swollen from the violence of our kisses, and the blue darkens with desire.
“This is how I like seeing you,” he says. “All fucked up from my hands and mouth on your body. Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch your face as I fuck you.”
After lifting me by the waist, he positions his cock at my entrance and thrusts his hips forward, steadily easing inside me. The pressure increases rapidly as does my breathing. When it becomes too much, I squeeze my eyes closed at the prick of pain.
“Eyes on me,” he snaps.
I obey without hesitation. “It hurts.”
“It better.” He continues filling me, one inch at a time, until I’m panting and tears sting my eyes. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “Almost there. Fuck, you’re perfect. Better than I imagined.”
The tenderness in his voice mixes with the raw need pouring off of his body. With one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other grabs my hip firmly, keeping me in place until I’ve taken all of him.
He pulls almost all the way out before driving back inside me. I swear he’s deeper than before. But the pain is gone. It’s been replaced with a delicious sensation that lights up every nerve ending in my body.
“Tell me you’re okay,” he says. “Because I can’t stop, baby. This is what you do to me.”
“I want it harder.”
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
He withdraws to thrust back inside me, each time deeper than before, wrenching a gasp from me. His experienced body creates a punishing rhythm, hips crashing against mine, his hold on my neck tight.
“I’m not going to stop until you’re ruined for anyone else.”
I grip him tight as he drives harder, slamming me against the wall with his rough movements. They become even more urgent and intense until he’s fucking me without restraint.
Unhinged and primal.
“The way you take my cock,” he says. “It’s so fucking good.”
I take it all. Everything he gives me. And I still want more.
Of him.
Hayden yanks me away from the wall and stalks over to the couch. He lays me on my back while remaining inside my body, but is quick to sink back into me fully. I sigh when he buries his face in the curve of my neck, breathing my name like a prayer as he begins to worship me again. I cling to him, desperate to keep this moment alive, desperate to maintain this connection between us. Not only one that’s physical, but emotional as well.
“That’s it, baby,” he says when I dig my nails into his skin. “Use me. Take what you need.”
We’re both reckless, drunk on this explosive passion. The tension within me builds until I’m hovering between insanity and complete bliss. He fucks me relentlessly, throwing me into ecstasy. I come, and his lips claim mine, leaving me to cry his name in his mouth.
“Fuck, Callie.”
He withdraws and grips his cock, jerking it roughly as if he’s angry at the idea of withdrawing from me. I watch him unabashedly. He’s masculine beauty and sex all in one as he fucks himself, his fist working his cock with hard, fast strokes. Before he comes all over my chest, the warm liquid clinging to my skin.
His chest and mine collide when he collapses on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. His heart pounds against mine, grounding me, reminding me he’s human. Even if he does fuck like a god.
He takes my jaw in hand, lifting my gaze until it meets his. I stare up at him, silently expressing what words fail to do. I’m falling for him.
If I haven’t already.
He kisses me softly now, ever so slowly. The urgency has faded but the passion remains. The intense attraction that goes beyond sex. It scares the shit out of me.
But I’m not going anywhere.
