16. Hayden
16
HAYDEN
W hy can’t I shut the fuck up around her? I need to. I know I shouldn’t have told her about my father, but the way she stares at my scar... Fuck, it kills me.
Others have asked about it.
I've never talked about it until tonight.
We go into the crowded barbecue restaurant, and although it’s nothing like the Kansas City barbecue I’m used to, it’s damn close.
We eat dinner in silence, a quiet I fucking hate. But if I tell her who I really am and all of my reasons for tracking down her business, she’ll no doubt hate me.
And rightfully so.
When we go back out to the parking lot and reach my car, neither of us move to open her door. “I understand you not wanting to talk...”
She’s so fucking beautiful and curious. I can see her interest. I know she wants to know more about me, and it alarms me, something I’m not used to feeling. My left hand sweeps into her soft blond waves as my other hand rests on her hip, pulling her body to mine as my lips fuse with hers. For a moment I don’t think. For a brief moment, I'm lost in her full lips pressed against mine as they part, allowing my tongue to dart in and explore her mouth.
I’ve wanted to kiss her since the day she walked into that crowded coffee shop, but none of my fantasies were even close to the actual experience. Her small body presses against mine with feral hunger as my erection presses against her hip and she leans back against my car door.
Her fingers slide through my hair, and her nails scrape my scalp. I'm vaguely aware of other people around us in the crowded parking lot, but it doesn’t stop me from pressing my hard dick between her legs, wishing there were no clothes between our bodies.
“Hayden...” Her sweet moan against my lips snaps me back to reality, and I know we need to stop.
She doesn’t know who I am.
We have a professional relationship.
I nip her bottom lip gently before pulling away from the kiss and begging my body to calm the fuck down. She’s panting as she stares into my eyes.
“I’ll take you to your car.”
She looks hurt by my gruff tone, but I can’t think about it. I grab the handle to the door as she moves out of the way, and I tug it open for her. Rounding the car, I take several deep breaths before climbing behind the wheel.
What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve always been in control.
We don’t speak on the way back to the hotel, and when I park my car in front, only her car and mine remain. Everyone else has gone home for the day.
We stay in the car for a moment before she huffs angrily and opens the door and climbs out.
Fuck!
I’ve never chased anyone in my life, but that’s exactly what I do as I quickly jump out of my car and reach her just as she’s about to open her own door. “Lola, wait.”
“Why?” She spins around, her eyes darting to mine. “We work together. Tonight was a mistake just like with Gretchen. I get it.”
“You don’t.”
She’s nothing like Gretchen, and I’m surprised she could even compare whatever this is to that. “So then, explain it to me, Hayden. Who are you? Really. What are you hiding from me?”
“I’m nobody, Lola. Literally nobody.”
“Were you a foster kid?”
“No.”
Her eyebrow raises, and I know she thinks I'm lying, backtracking from what I told her earlier.
She rolls her eyes and goes for the door handle, but I block it with my body. “I was never in foster care. I was taken from my parents, but my father’s mother took me in. She didn’t have to, but she did. She hated her son, but somehow she loved me.”
“So, someone was good to you?” Her concern is so genuine it nearly crushes me.
I nod my head and sweep her hair out of her eyes as she looks up at me. “Yes. She was.”
“Is she still...” She struggles with the question, but I know what she’s asking.
“No. She died when I was sixteen.”
“You were a minor?”
I hate reliving this shit and huff, scrubbing my hands over my face. “Yes, but I had a job and some inheritance from her. So, I was able to become an emancipated minor, and then I went to college when I turned eighteen.”
“You came from all of that and made it to this?” Her hand gestures toward the grand hotel in front of her car.
I shrug, suddenly uncomfortable with my own success.
When I don’t answer her, I feel her heated gaze on my face even as I look past her like a coward.
“Why did you kiss me?” Her question startles me enough to look directly at her. Her pink lips part, and then she asks another question. “Was it because you had a bad day?”
She’s referring to my fuck-up with Gretchen again, and I hate it. “No.” My tone is too gruff, and she flinches slightly so I quickly add, “I didn’t have a bad day. I had a really good day.”
“Then why did you stop?” Her voice is a husky whisper as her eyes widen with vulnerability.
“I didn’t want to.” I smile, hoping we can move on because my willpower is only so great. “What did you want me to do? Fuck you in the parking lot?”
It was supposed to be a joke, but her gaze only intensifies as she swallows, looking into my eyes. “I think I did.”
Christ. I can’t hear that. “We should leave.”
She nods her head in silent defeat. “I need to go back upstairs. I left my notes in one of the rooms.”
I should let her go alone. It’s safer for me that way, but instead, I escort her inside the building, only turning on the lobby lights and then riding in the elevator with her. My body begs me not to be a pussy.
We’re both single adults.
We walk into the room she indicates is the one with her notes in it, but before she can walk to the room, my hand grabs her wrist, pulling her small body to mine. I don’t think about it as I cup both sides of her face and brush my lips over hers. “I wanted to.”
Her shock is heightened when I kiss her, not letting her say anything to my confession of wanting to fuck her in the parking lot. I want to fuck her every fucking where.
But if I think too much about this, I'll stop.
And I don’t want to stop. We’re both consenting adults, attracted to each other.
I don’t see a problem.
Her small hands grasp my suit jacket, pushing it off my shoulders and to the floor as we continue to kiss in a heated frenzy. I quickly unknot my tie and tear it from my neck before my fingers make quick work of the tiny buttons on her gold, satin blouse.
Fuck, why the hell are we both wearing so many clothes?
I can’t get enough of her hungry mouth. Her hands are working on the buttons of my dress shirt as our bodies drift into the bedroom area of the luxury suite.
“You sure you want to cross this line?” I look at her unbuttoned shirt and the lacey white bra underneath, barely containing her breasts as she pants with arousal, her hands shoving my shirt over my shoulders, leaving my torso bare.
Her right hand slides over my left pec and then my right, over another scar, a much lighter, thinner one than the one on my hand, but she still found it. I let out a hiss of arousal when her head dips down and her tongue sweeps over the scar. “I’m tired of being in control all the time.”
Her hands roam over my stomach muscles, and I watch her heated gaze on my abs as they ripple at her touch. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. Or the last time I craved someone’s kiss as much as their touch. My mouth darts back to hers.
My hands find the thin belt around her waist and unfasten it, quickly pulling it through the loops and dropping it to the floor. “I like you in a suit, Hayden.” Her voice is sultry and full of desire as her finger trails through the ridges of my abs. “But I definitely like you out of a suit too.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I wink, which causes her to roll her eyes. But she gnaws on her lip in anticipation as her eyes drift below my belt.
Fuck. I can’t remember the last time I was this fucking nervous for a girl to see me naked . Not that I have anything to be nervous about, but damn the way she’s looking at me...
I don’t know how to describe it.
There’s an innocence there, a naivete I didn’t anticipate.
Maybe I'm imagining it.
She takes a deep breath and then her lips attack mine again, telling me how badly she wants this as my hardness presses against her, and she moans into my mouth.
A condom would be a good idea.
Her lips are on mine though, and the feeling is too fucking good as my tongue darts into her mouth, enjoying every second. I unzip her skirt, and it falls to the floor. The need to look down is too great when she’s left in panties which match her bra. In this moment, she looks almost angelic even with her hair tangled by my hands and her lipstick smeared by my lips.
Her teeth nip at my bottom lip as she undoes my belt and slacks, pushing them down. I kick them off quickly along with my shoes and push her down onto the bed, settling onto the satin black comforter chosen by this gorgeous woman.
“Don’t be gentle with me,” she pants against my lips. I groan, feeling her arousal soaking through her panties and my boxer briefs.
“I’m never gentle.”
“Good.” She bites my bottom lip a little harder this time but not hard enough to draw blood. I growl, my lips going to her delicate neck, kissing, sucking, and then leaving small bites that only cause her to moan and grind her hips against my cock which is already straining painfully against my briefs.
Her hands rake down my back until her hands rest on my ass and slide under my briefs, digging her nails into the skin there.
Okay, so she likes it a little rough. Definitely not as innocent as she looked a few moments ago.
Thank. God.
I press my cock between her legs, grinding against her. My mouth moves to the shell of her ear. “You’re fucking soaked for me, Lola.”
“Yes,” she gasps out while her pussy slides along my dick as if there’s no barrier between us. She’s gripping my ass, pulling me closer to her, begging me for more.
I use one hand to cup her left tit that’s full and heaving, trying to escape the lacey cup covering it. My thumb drags over her hardened nipple through the fabric and then my hand drags over the soft, smooth skin of her stomach, not stopping until I reach her panties, pushing them out of the way.
I groan when I feel how wet she is for me, my fingers sliding through her slit to her ass and then back up again.
She moans my name, her back arching into me. “You’re killing me.”
“Don’t worry.” My lips brush over hers as I find her swollen clit, pinching it between my finger and thumb. “You’re going to get fucked tonight.”
Her hips thrust forward, as she nips at my bottom lip again, kissing me with desire and desperate anger. “Then quit teasing me and do it already.”
One of her hands moves from my ass to grasp my hard cock over my briefs, and it twitches in her hold, begging for attention. “Christ,” I bite out.
I feel the wicked grin against my lips as she uses both her hands to push away the last piece of clothing between my cock and her pussy, then using her foot to push my briefs down my legs until I kick them off.
I unhook her bra, quickly freeing her full tits, taking a moment to gaze at her in all her naked glory. Her dusty rose nipples are hard and calling to my mouth like a beacon until I oblige, popping one in my mouth and swirling my tongue around the hardened peak before nipping it sharply with my teeth enough to make her yelp. I switch back to a gentle caress, chasing away the pain before repeating the same action on the other side, making her writhe beneath me.
My cock slides along her wet folds, seeking entrance. The head of my cock brushes against her clit, causing us both to jolt with pleasure.
“Fuck me, Hayden.”
I grin, gripping one of her wrists and pinning it above her head with my free hand. I position my cock at her entrance.
“You want my cock, Lola?” It’s a husky fucking growl against her lips as she arches into me, pressing her breasts against my chest, parting her thighs even more to allow me to settle between them.
“Yes.”
I don’t think I can wait any longer. I grab her free wrist and push it up to join the other above her head as I thrust into her with one powerful, sure thrust. I’m met with the tightest fucking pussy I've ever been inside and burst through resistance, making us both grimace. Her eyes widen, and I swear my heart is about to explode as I look down at her in shock, her pussy still strangling my cock, but neither of us move.
“What the fuck, Lola?”
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and her voice cracks slightly as her eyes meet mine. “Don’t make a big deal out of this.”
I stare at her, dumbfounded. “You’re a . . .”
Her hands try to break free, but I don’t release her as her hips buck forward, encouraging me to move inside her. “Not anymore.”
How the fuck is this even possible? “How?” It’s a stupid fucking question, but it’s all I can say.
“Don’t worry about it.” Her head lifts, and her lips meet mine again. Her kiss is tentative, but it deepens and then turns heated again, but I don’t dare move my hips even if it physically hurts not to. “Fuck me, Hayden. Don’t let my first time be lame.”
I smirk against her lips, holding onto her wrists. I love and hate her fire. “Are you sure about this?”
I’m not cut out to be anyone’s first. I thought I was done with all that shit a decade ago. Her nose brushes mine as she nods her head, her hips again begging me to move.
I’m pissed at her for not telling me. I’m fucking furious that she let a prick like me be the first one inside her body. But I guess it’s a little too late for all that now, and fuck if I don’t feel a sick sense of pride as I pull my hips back, pulling almost entirely out of her and then pushing my cock into her again, stretching her and reveling in the way her hips move with mine.
I still don’t let go of her wrists, instead pressing them into the bed with each hard thrust that she meets each and every fucking time. I know it has to hurt, my cock isn’t small by any standards, and I can feel her body stretching to accommodate my size, but still she moans into my mouth, kissing me.
Her legs wrap around my ass, pushing me even deeper inside, and I feel her pussy pulse around me, telling me she’s close.
I feel the buildup inside me, knowing that I'm really fucking close to coming deep inside her.
Fuck! Condom. What the hell am I doing?
“Jesus, Hayden! I’m close,” she gasps, and I feel her tighten around me.
I groan, “Fuuuck.”
I don’t trust myself not to come when she doe,s and after one long stroke, I pull out of her, sliding along her slick pussy, but not going inside. I brush the head of my cock over her clit, sending a shockwave through us both and almost coming right then. I release one of her hands, snaking between our bodies and using my thumb to send her over the edge of the wave she’s riding. Her body jolts with pleasure underneath mine as I grind against her hip until jets of cum explode from my cock, wishing I was deep inside her.
I’m an irresponsible fucking prick, but I'm not that irresponsible.
My body falls onto hers as we pant and lie in the mess from our fucking, ruining the expensive comforter that has never been used by a paying customer, but I couldn’t give a fuck.
“Wow,” she breathes softly.
I still have one of her wrists in my hand above her head and use my other arm to prop myself up to look down into her eyes. She’s flushed, beautiful, and naked under me.
A beautiful fucking liar.
“How could you not fucking tell me?”
I have no right to feel betrayed, but I fucking do. And now, I'm back to pissed the fuck off.