Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
COLBY
This is a bad idea.
That sentence is scrolling like a ticker-tape in the back of my mind.
But so are a lot of other ideas.
That kiss.
Our history.
The way his hands feel on my bare skin.
His broad chest, bulging arm muscles, taut stomach.
Jayden. Jayden. Jayden.
Our hands stay connected for the short drive to his apartment.
It’s been ages since I sat in a car while he drove me somewhere.
It takes me back to memories both real and imagined.
If we did go to prom together, I would have sat in a passenger seat much like this, though in a far less luxurious car.
It wouldn’t have mattered, though, because I would have been with him.
Me in a stunning gown, him in a tux, our hands tethered while we fought the temptation to claw at one another’s clothes.
Jayden races into his spot in the garage, shoving the gear shift into park then racing around to my side of the car before I fully open the door.
He hoists me over his shoulder and kicks the door shut behind him, then marches to the lobby door.
With a quick wave of his security card, we’re inside.
He sets me down, glancing side to side as we wait for the elevator.
His fingertips flit against my knuckles, and it takes severe discipline not to wrap my arm through his and cling to his body.
“We should take the stairs,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“We all take the stairs. We might run into someone.”
The elevator dings as I mutter, “Oh.”
For a moment, I forgot that what we’re doing is dangerous.
My pulse is humming, blood pumping so fast through my heart that I fear it might flood my system. I feel faint as the elevator doors open, but the moment we’re inside and alone, all of those fears dissolve in thin air. It’s just me and Jayden.
He shifts to stand in front of me, walking me back a few steps until my shoulder blades land against the aged wood paneling. He rests an arm on the wall above my head, leaning in slowly, his mouth hovering over mine as he teases me with a series of almosts.
“Jayden,” I say, my voice raspy.
He snickers, then nips at my top lip just as there’s a warning chime and the car stops at his floor.
The doors begin to open. Jayden zips to my side and clears his throat, as if that wouldn’t be suspicious enough—my body flush, his hair tousled.
Both of us panting. Thankfully, nobody is waiting when the door opens.
Jayden peeks out the doors then grips my hand once he ensures our coast is clear, and the two of us race toward the end of the hallway, doing a terrible job of not giggling like teenagers along the way.
“Shh!” Jayden hushes me as he punches in the door code for his apartment.
“You shh!” I whisper back.
We’re inside his apartment in a half second, and Jayden flips me around, my back flat against the closed door the moment it shuts.
“Fuck, Colby. The way I want to taste you.” He growls into the crook of my neck, tossing his wallet, phone, and keys from his pockets and onto the floor.
His hands tug at the hem of my shirt, gathering the coarse polyester into folds as he works it up my body.
He kisses my neck, then my jawline, and briefly presses his lips on my mouth before guiding my arms above my head and slipping my shirt up and off my body.
Cold air engulfs me as he steps back, and my nipples harden under the cotton bralette I wore today, never assuming I’d find myself in a position like this.
My cheeks heat as Jayden stares at me, dropping my shirt to the floor before bringing a palm to my cheek and looking at me with what I can only describe as wonder in his eyes.
“What?” I say, every self-conscious thought I’ve ever had piling into my mind at once. I lower my arms to cross my body, to hide myself.
“No, don’t,” Jayden says, shaking his head then holding out a hand for me.
I lay my hand in his palm and his fingers curl, urging me to step closer. He keeps me at arm’s length, though, his eyes continuing to rake over me.
“You’re beautiful.”
I suck in my bottom lip hard. It feels strange to believe him, but his tone and expression are so damn sincere. And then his lips turn up into the sweetest smile, his gaze roaming from my eyes down the length of my body. My insides warm.
“You’re embarrassing me,” I say, with a giggle.
He shakes his head, guiding me toward him as he walks backward.
“Why would you be embarrassed, Colby?”
“Because it’s you. You’re seeing me. Like this.” I glance down at my plain white bra, the snap-front waistband of my joggers, my black New Balance turf shoes. This is not how I pictured this in my fantasies.
“Let me tell you what I see,” he says, stopping at the large gray sofa in the middle of what is a rather bare apartment. I’d tease him about his poor decorating skills if I weren’t trembling and so turned on that I might orgasm from him simply looking at me.
He sits on the center cushion, scooting to the edge and directing me to stand between his knees.
His hands move up my hips, then slide around to the front of my pants, his fingers slipping into the waistband, teasing me by crossing such a simple barrier.
My breath stutters as he unsnaps the button.
His gaze lifts to mine as he leans forward and presses his mouth just above my navel.
“So far . . . perfection,” he says with a sly grin.
He draws my zipper down slowly as I knot my hands into quivering fists at my sides.
Jayden hooks his thumbs into the top of my pants and wriggles them down my hips a few inches, stopping when the lace V on the front of my panties is revealed.
He chuckles deviously, then leans forward and kisses the tiny silk bow at the top.
“I have nicer ones. Panties, I mean,” I say, shaking my head and squeezing my eyes shut when he looks up at me again.
“Shhh,” he hums, working my pants over my hips completely, then letting gravity take over as they fall to the floor around my feet.
“Here,” he says, moving my hands to his shoulders for balance, then drawing his fingers up the inside of my calf until I step out of my pants one leg at a time.
“I wore my fucking compression socks,” I groan.
Jayden smirks at me and glides his hands down them, the Mavericks black and red stripes at the top. He snaps the top of one of the socks against my leg.
“These stay,” he says, his lips rising on one side.
“Yeah?” I say, hiking one shoulder to my cheek to quell the burn taunting my face.
He nods slowly, running both palms up the backs of my calves then continuing behind my knees, to my thighs, and eventually stopping when his palms cover my ass.
He squeezes gently, pulling me into him until his mouth covers my pussy over my panties.
He glides his tongue against the cotton strip, pressing against my center and drawing an uncontrollable moan from somewhere deep within my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I rasp, my head falling back at the sudden rush of heat that burns from my center into my belly.
“I want you to see me,” he says, sliding his hands from my ass, his fingers trailing hot lines down the back of my legs. I miss his touch instantly, but I’m rewarded by him removing his warm-up shirt from his muscular torso.
My hands leave his shoulders just long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head, and they glide along his strong shoulders the moment they return.
Jayden slowly stands, and I back up enough for him to stand in front of me.
He unbuttons his baseball pants and works them down his legs, stepping out of them until he’s wearing nothing but his tight compression shorts.
“Touch me,” he commands, taking my hand and placing it on his hard cock. He guides me in stroking him over his shorts, the heat in his eyes growing along with his dick. The tip peeks out of the top and I grow bolder, reaching under the stretchy fabric to grasp all of him.
“Colby,” he says, my name coming out husky on his tongue.
“Yes.”
It’s the answer he wants. What I want. He slides his shorts down his frame, kicking them to the side once they reach his feet. I don’t look directly, though I want to. I felt his size with my hand, and perhaps I’m a bit nervous. I haven’t been with anyone for a while, and, well . . . it’s Jayden.
His hands glide up my sides, pulling my bralette up over my breasts, and I raise my arms over my head so he can remove the garment completely.
His lips part when his gaze drops, and his hands shift to brace my back as he lowers his head and covers my nipple with his mouth.
I arch into the pressure as he sucks me in, whimpering with sweet relief.
“You’re perfect, Colby. Every inch of you, perfect,” he says, dragging his tongue over the hard peak before moving to the next.
My hands sift into his silky hair, my fingernails scratching against his scalp as I hold him to me, keeping his mouth trained on my breast as he pinches my nipple between his teeth.
I squeeze my thighs, the pulse deepening between my legs.
I can tell I’m getting wet. And when his shaft grazes against my abdomen, my knees grow weak.
“Touch me,” he says against my breast, his lips brushing my pink skin as he alternates between torturing the pebbled bud with his tongue, then blowing it cold with his breath. I wrap my hand around his girth, stroking slowly and running my thumb over the tip of his cock, coating it in his precum.
“You feel how much I want you, Colby?”
“Yes,” I moan, my eyelids fighting to stay open as he brings his mouth up to mine. I feel drunk, the room spinning, my skin buzzing from every touch. Everything is amplified.
Jayden kisses me hard and covers my breast with his right palm as his left hand trails down my stomach and dips into the front of my panties.
“Ahh,” I pant as his fingers glide between my legs, my pussy pulsing from his touch.