CHAPTER EIGHT
It was dark in the house when I got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist. A line of golden light shone beneath my closed bedroom door. I put my hand on the handle and took a deep breath, too many thoughts, doubts, and memories buzzing in my head.
But I wanted this, logic be damned.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Hayden rose from the bed wearing boxers, his body a play of light and shadows. Music played from my stereo, an instrumental track with acoustic guitars.
“Come here.”
I walked to face him, flinching when he placed his palms on my waist. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take care of that.” He tugged at my towel until it dropped to my feet. His eyes slid up and down, making me aware of every part of my body, making my skin warm. He raised his hand and held it between us. “Ask me.”
I swallowed. “Please touch me.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
He placed his palm over my heart, my pulse beating against his touch. He traveled down and pinched my nipple, knowing how hard I liked it, though I still gasped when he twisted it.
“Problem?”
“No.”
He pulled me closer until my smooth chest rubbed against his hairy one. His erection pressed against my stomach, tucked inside his boxers. I wanted nothing more than to sink to my knees and take him into my mouth, but this was his to lead.
He kissed the side of my neck, pulling me closer against him, his hands stroking my back before moving lower to my ass.
I cleared my throat. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on the receiving end.”
“And who was the last man you received?”
“A truck driver by the side of the road.”
“Jonah…”
“You were the last, which means it’s been a minute.”
He nodded. “Okay. Lie on your back.”
The bed felt different, or maybe I was more aware of the sheet underneath my naked skin.
“Oh, Jonah,” he breathed. “Beautiful.”
He knew I didn’t like compliments, but I was willing to allow it for the sake of this moment. His fingers rested on my stomach, tugging gently at my narrow treasure trail. “Hands.”
I raised my hands behind my head, and his fingers traveled higher, reaching my armpit and toying with the hair underneath my arms. I moaned into the quiet of the room.
“Good,” he said. “About time I heard you outside of my dreams.”
He sank to his knees and lowered his face to my crotch, his nose brushing against my pubes as he deeply inhaled. Until now, my nervousness kept my cock from reaching full erection, but blood was beginning to rush downward.
Hayden snickered. “Good morning, old friend. Did it miss me, Jonah?” His warm breath stroked my hardening cock.
“Yes.”
“And did you miss me?”
“I did,” I said and left it at that, not the type to make romantic statements, and he knew that about me.
He kissed the tip of my crown. “The prettiest cock on the mountain.”
“It’s mostly raccoons who live here, but thank you.”
I gasped as he slid me into his mouth, clutching the pillow with my fists. He sucked slowly, as if reacquainting himself with an old dance. His tongue joined in, swirling and brushing against my slit. I arched my back, shaking from my scalp to my toes.
He raised his head and rubbed his stubble against my cock. I gasped, clenching the pillow tighter. “Unfair,” I hissed.
“I never promised to be fair. Did they miss me?” His warm breath stroked my balls.
“They didn’t notice you were gone.”
He chuckled. “Is that so? I guess we’ll need to create new memories.”
He sucked on my right testicle, and I could do nothing but yelp at the intensity. He stayed on the delicate line between pleasure and pain—a line I’d never known anyone to tread so carefully. With my balls in his mouth, he pinched my nipples until they were erect, reducing me to a squirming, pleading mess.
“Did I refresh their memory?”
I exhaled. “They remember now.”
He rose to his knees and watched me, looking bigger from this angle. When he raised two fingers close to my face, I eagerly took them into my mouth, sucking until he finally lowered his boxers. It took all of my self-control not to reach for his erection. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and rubbed them over my chest. “I want it deep, Joe.”
I nodded, my eyes glued to the familiar thickness of his cock. I waited for him to slide himself into my mouth, but he stalled. Even with barely any light, I caught his hesitation.
“What is it?”
He sighed. “Nothing.”
“Are you wondering where I learned to suck cock like a pro?”
He didn’t react, but he didn’t dismiss my words either. Back when we’d been together and I contemplated sharing my past with him, I foresaw such moments.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be. And yes, it happened when I was with them, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t fuck my mouth like both of us want.”
He leaned down to kiss me. “If anything I do feels too—”
“I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.” He moved to sit on my chest, not with his full weight. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around his wide crown, occasionally tickling his slit. He sighed and leaned with his hands on the headboard, granting me the perfect view of his clenched biceps.
“I want to touch you,” I said.
“Go ahead.”
I ran my fingers through the dark hair on his chest, opposite to my smooth skin. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock while pinching his large nipples, using force because I knew he could take it. Now it was Mr. Control who was shivering and moaning, dancing to my beat. I reached to press his biceps, my palms failing to wrap around them, and he was flexing to make it even harder. I moved to tug at the dark hairs of his armpit, enjoying the faint dampness of his skin.
He leaned forward, sliding his cock deeper down my throat. I focused all my effort into controlling my gag reflex, but taking Hayden was always a challenge.
“Damn you,” he breathed, his waist moving back and forth, his thick pubes brushing against my nose. He continued to fuck my mouth until I tapped over his heart—our sign to ease up. In less than two seconds, he slid out, and I took a lungful of air before saying, “Please fuck me.”
“Oh, Joe, a SWAT team couldn’t keep me away from your hole. Where’s your tongue?”
I stuck out my tongue for him to suck on. My face melted, my eyes rolling back to view the inside of my head. Hayden shifted his body down to cover mine, his erection brushing against my stomach. He kissed down my chest and stomach, leaving wet spots on my skin.
My legs were in the air seconds later, bent above my head. I grabbed hold of my ankles, as exposed as one could be. He ran the tip of his finger around my opening in teasing circles, and it took all I had not to beg him to fuck me already. Luckily, he was just as eager, reaching for my nightstand drawer to take out a condom and lube.
He rubbed a bit of lube on my opening before sliding a thick finger inside, sparking a wave of heat down my spine. He watched my face intently until I nodded for him to continue. A second finger filled me, bending in ways that made me groan and bite my lips. When a third finger slipped in, my precum began to drip onto my chest, mixing with my sweat. “I’m ready.”
“You sure? I was thinking of grabbing a coffee.”
“Either you do it now or I’m calling the truck driver.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’d be here in minutes.”
“Fuck me. Please.”
Pain had no right feeling so good, I thought as he slid his cock into me, slow and steady. I wrapped my arms around his broad back, my legs spread and bent. When it became almost too painful, I bit down on his shoulder until he was fully inside.
We lay like that for a while, with him licking the side of my neck and further relaxing my body.
“Every part of you was made for me,” he said. “You know that, right?”
“I know.” I spread my legs farther, encouraging him to continue.
His thrusting demolished what little self-control I still had left, reducing me to a moaning, groaning, and pleading form. He swirled his hips in ways that helped his cock hit deeper, pressing from different angles. He might have fucked with his cock, but his hands and mouth didn’t rest for a second. Where I had skin, I had Hayden.
We usually had sex in different positions, but tonight had already been too intense.
Hayden came inside me, his mouth pressed against the crook of my neck. His weight on my cock was all the friction I needed to shoot between us. His body slacked on top of me, sweat mixing with sweat. I held him tight as a sudden sense of loss overwhelmed me. He was still inside me, but I already feared that this would end up being a one-time thing.
As if Hayden could read my mind, he kissed my cheek and said, “Next time we’ll have you up against the wall.”
“Yes. Next time.”
*
I lay staring at the ceiling while Hayden finished drying off in the bathroom. The scent of sweaty bodies lingered in the air as I lay on a fresh set of sheets, but the breeze from the open window would soon take care of that.
Hayden returned naked to the bedroom and lay next to me, smelling of soap. Even after all these months of anger and separation, it felt natural having him in my bed. His cell phone rang on the nightstand—his daughter’s ringtone. It was their usual time to talk before her bedtime.
“Mind if I take this?”
“Go ahead.”
He reached for his phone and answered. “Hi, Princess. What? Oh, that’s amazing! The highest in your class? Did she really say that? Well, she’s the teacher; she knows what she’s talking about.” He glanced at me. “Hey, Princess, remember Curly? I’m with him now.”
I didn’t know if it was smart of him to mention me, but maybe he wanted to send me a message.
He whispered, “She wants to say hello, but feel free to say no.”
“It’s okay.” I took the phone. “Hi, Maya. I heard you’re the smartest girl in class.”
For the next five minutes, I said very little as Maya talked my ear off. It felt good hearing her voice again. Hayden lay facing me, making me self-conscious. I signaled him to look away, and he responded by sucking on my nipple.
The call ended when Maya’s mom told her it was time for bed.
“Thank you,” Hayden said and put his phone away.
We lay in silence, my body tense as I waited for him to ask me to share more of my past. He eventually said, “We can wait until tomorrow to talk.”
Knowing I wouldn’t be able to sleep with that conversation looming, I said, “Let’s start and see how it goes.” I turned off the light next to my bed, washing the room in darkness. “Please don’t interrupt me when I speak, unless you feel you have to.”
“Understood.” He covered us with a blanket but kept his distance.
I shut my eyes and began to speak.