Chapter 35
Dustin
The drive home was the fastest I’d ever driven and the longest journey of my life.
I couldn’t keep my hands off Hadley. I could still feel her tongue on my cock and taste her on mine.
Which was impossible, because I’d rinsed my mouth after we were done.
Twice. I’d then had dessert and coffee. But I could still see her sitting above me, holding her sweater up, staring down at me as I ate her out and had her biting her sleeve to stop from crying out.
When we went back down, my dad made a quip about how he thought we’d be longer, and my mom shushed him, saying I wasn’t a boastful boy and that looking at my trophies and medals wouldn’t take long.
Hadley had looked ready to pass out, either from stifling laughter or fear that my dad knew exactly what I’d been ‘quick’ about in my room.
We’d left not long after I made up some bullshit about practice, and Hadley told them her cat needed attention. I agreed, saying her kitty definitely needed some care. My mom smacked the back of my head and told me to mind my manners.
I was pretty sure Hadley would never willingly go back into my parents’ house.
I was constantly touching her — her knee, her thigh — my hand kept slipping between her thighs and rubbing her over her clothes. I asked her twice to lower the zipper, but she refused, telling me I had to wait.
I was dying.
She reminded me we’d both die if I crashed the car, and even sex with her wasn’t worth the risk.
How could she be any more perfect? I mean, she just said it so matter of fact. No silly blushing or coyness, just blunt and to the point.
This wasn’t faking it; there was no one watching, yet I knew I needed to be inside her. Owning her. Taking what was mine. What she so willingly offered. Seeing her on her knees, following my commands. Fuck. I was constantly hard for her.
We were finally on the home stretch. She directed me where to park, and when we got out of the car, I grabbed her, pushed her up against it, and kissed her.
“No, my place. No more street groping for you and me,” she scolded against my mouth.
We ran to her place hand in hand. Every time we reached a step leading to her apartment door, we stopped to kiss each other. It might have taken as long as the three-hour drive back to get to the top of her staircase.
We did the ‘don’t let the cat out’ dance. Hadley quickly fed the cat dry food, and when she tried to pet Milly, the cat gave her the most withering look a three-legged cat could manage and turned away.
Hadley turned to me and took off her sweater.
“Take it all off. This time, I want us fully naked.”
“Agreed.”
She’d told me what she wanted. I decided to give her something better.
My mouth was on hers. Hot. Hungry. Desperate.
I didn’t give her time to think. Her hands came up, firm and sure, framing my face as she pulled me in and kissed me back — not gentle, not cautious, but full and demanding, as if she’d also reached the limit of her restraint and decided she was done pretending otherwise.
She gasped into my mouth, the sound swallowed instantly as my lips pressed against hers with hungry intent.
The kiss deepened quickly, heat building, my grip tightening on her hips as I pulled her closer.
Hadley’s body pressed close, soft yet unyielding, and the world narrowed to the press of her mouth, the gasp of her breath, the way her hands fell to my shoulders with her nails digging into my skin.
The kiss was messy, and urgent, and I guided her to the bed. She pulled me down with her, her low moan against my lips when she felt my cock rub over her pussy.
I paused for one second. “I need to get a condom.”
Hadley stretched, wiggling slightly up the bed. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a pack of five. “I got them for you.” She didn’t meet my eyes when she spoke, and I cupped her chin, tilting her head back against the pillow to look at her.
“You bought us condoms?” I asked her.
She bit her lip, and I instantly kissed her.
“I love that you got us condoms.” I kissed down her body.
My tongue moved over her nipple, teasing it, biting it gently before I moved to the other one and gave it the same attention.
I kissed my way lower, tongue dipping into her belly button, then lower, kissing her from one hip bone to the other.
Hadley was panting above me, her legs spread wide, and I took a moment to savor her. The last two times had been hurried. I was going to take my time. I got comfortable and gave a leisurely lick.
“You have neighbors?”
She nodded, raising up on her elbows to watch me.
“Let them hear you, babe.”
She did her best to stay quiet, but my girl was a screamer. When I was sure she’d had enough, I moved back up her body, she watched me roll the condom on, her hand reaching out impatiently to guide me where she needed me.
“Your body is amazing,” she murmured, running gentle kisses over my shoulder. “Give me everything,” she whispered. “Hard,” she directed, her mouth stealing more kisses.
I pushed in with one thrust, and her cry was loud, but her hips lifted off the bed to meet mine. I gave her the time she needed to get used to me, then I felt her hips rock against mine.
“Oh Jesus, that’s so good,” she whispered, her arms wrapping around my neck as I began to move, her hips syncing with mine with each push and pull I made.
I cupped the side of her face, kissed her, swallowing her moans, my other hand under her ass, pressing her deeper with every stroke. My hand slipped from her face to her neck, resting lightly. Hadley opened her eyes and met mine. Her hand came up and gently lay over the one around her throat.
Her back arched, and she urged me to go faster.
I gave her everything I had, and she took it, her body rolling against mine as if we’d been doing this forever.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, her body tightening around my cock as she neared the edge.
I chased my own release to meet hers. Hadley cried out first, and I followed her down shortly after.
I lay on top of her, catching my breath while feeling her fingers stroking soothingly over my shoulders. I pulled out, discarded the used condom, and reached for another one.
“Again?” she asked, watching my dick get hard again.
“Yeah.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. “You good with that?”
She sat up on the bed, then slid down to rest on the floor. She took the condom from me, her tongue trailing over my cock.
“I’ll let you know.”
She took my cock in her mouth and worked it until I was hard again. I followed her back onto the bed, her mouth covered mine, and we started again. We fucked all night. On her back, on mine, on her knees with me pistoning in and out of her with her head pushed into the pillow to muffle the sounds.
Someone knocked on the wall a few hours in, and Hadley knocked back.
We were wild, insatiable. She took every inch of me and asked for more. I took every part of her, and she asked for more. Finally, we had nothing left to give. Hadley lay beside me, tangled with me, both of us breathless. She pulled my head down and kissed me.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, and then she fell asleep.
I smiled, pressing a kiss against her lips.
Yeah, it was.
* * *
Something sharp was hurting me.
I grumbled in my sleep, and my hand came up to flick it away. I felt something soft, and then it was gone. I felt sleep pull at me, and I went.
The needling happened again, a particularly sharp prick made my eyes fly open, and I faced a very pissed-off cat. I glared at it, and it glared back. I turned to look at Hadley, who was sound asleep beside me. Her cat’s claws sank into my chest one more time.
“What the fuck do you want?” I scowled at it.
It meowed.
Hadley sniffed, snuggling into my side. “Dust, feed the cat, babe.”
I looked at her. Dust? Babe? Was she still sleeping, or did she not want to be woken up?
“Hadley, it’s not my cat!”
She tilted her face up and blindly kissed me; it landed on my chin. “You broke my body; I can’t move. Feed the cat, Slater.”
I got up to feed the cat. I saw a tin of tuna, opened it, gagged at the smell, gave the tin to the cat, and then saw its bowl. I wrestled the cat to get the tin back, poured the contents into the bowl, earned myself another scratch, and gave the psycho cat some water.
I used the bathroom, came back out, and Hadley was still face down on the bed.
“God, that ass is a work of art.” I crawled back into bed and woke her up, nice and slow.
“Don’t you need to sleep?” she asked.
Through a curtain of hair, I saw her smile. I cleared her hair away. I kissed her cheek. “But I’m awake. Are you awake?”
She rolled over, her eyes heavy with sleep and desire. “I’m awake.”
The next time we woke up, it was because Hadley’s phone was ringing shrilly.
I glared at the cat on principle, and it returned to looking out the window.
“What is it?” Hadley’s voice was rough and sexy. “Yes, I’m sleeping. Slater’s sleeping.” She looked over at me. “We were sleeping, Savvy. What time is it?” She sat bolt upright. “Shit. Dustin!”
Hadley dropped the phone.
“You’re late for practice.”
I checked the time and swore. “Fuck!”
Hadley scrambled around the covers and found her phone again. She watched me get dressed, listening to whatever Savvy was saying on the phone.
“Dante’s got what you need, but you need to run,” she told me as I pulled on my shirt.
I ran to the door and then back to her, kissing her firmly. “I’ll see you later. Catch the cat!”
I ran down the stairs and heard her shout from behind me, “Asshole!” I laughed all the way to the stadium.
Dante was pacing when I reached the front door. I had no pass, nothing. The first thing he noticed was my hands and the scratch marks the cat had left.
“I don’t want to know.”
I rolled my eyes. “It was the cat.”
“Yeah. Right.” We hurried to the locker room. “He believes you stayed at your mom’s overnight; the fact that you’re wearing nice clothes helps. The fact you smell of sex doesn’t.”
“I’ve always been very close to my mother.”