5. Haley
HALEY
Present Day
I t’s almost dark when I walk up the sidewalk in front of Aden’s house. It should probably be lighter out, but clouds rolled in this afternoon. It’s spitting rain. Not enough to be satisfying, but enough that the droplets are starting to cling to my hair. I’m glad to step under the small roof covering his front porch and shake off the bit of rain.
There’s no light on above the door, making it look like no one’s home. I know better than that. The house always looks like no one’s home. The grass is always cut, but the front lawn isn’t landscaped. One of the previous owners planted a rose bush at the front of the house. It’s still there, but it’s not the kind of rosebush that someone looks after. There’s a difference between the plants people tolerate and the plants people love.
I ignore the darkness on the porch and knock.
No one answers. There’s no sound from inside, and no lights coming on.
My heartbeat slows a touch and anxiety seeps in. I shake it off. Everything’s okay. I’m just shaken is all. Which is why I need Aden.
I knock again. Firmer this time. My knuckles turn white and the thinned skin over them actually hurts with each hard knock.
This time, there’s quiet movement on the other side of the door. I know to listen for it, and that’s the only reason I can hear. The footsteps don’t sound like footsteps. If it was any windier, I wouldn’t be able to hear them at all. They’re whispers over the floor. The wood gives, but doesn’t creak.
My heart beats faster as he approaches. I run a hand through my hair and take a deep breath.
I can feel him there on the other side of the door. I don’t knock again, although I want to—just a soft sound to let him know that I know he’s there.
I keep my hands at my sides.
The lock on the other side of the door disengages with a quiet scrape. The knob turns. Finally, the door opens to reveal Aden. He’s dressed in jeans and a dark T-shirt, his feet bare and his eyes dark, like he hasn’t slept. He only opens the door wide enough for me to see his face and keep it defensively in front of him.
I know what I’m looking for. I see the small signs of relief in his face. The twitch at his cheek. A softness around his eyes. Those eyes search my face. Aden exhales.
His lips part as if he might speak, but he gives a tiny shake of his head and closes them again.
I lean toward the door—toward him—but I don’t press against it.
“I saw the news.” I keep my voice soft and soothing and even, putting as much understanding and compassion into the words as I can. “Are you alright?”
His eyes dart to the left, and he swallows thickly. That muscle in his cheek twitches again.
“No.” His eyes come back to mine, more alive than they were, almost burning with emotion. “I’m not.”
We look at each other, a palpable current in the air. The breeze picks up, blowing between us, ruffling my hair. I wonder if he can smell my shampoo when the wind blows like that. I can smell him—a clean, spicy scent, his body wash warmed up.
For a few seconds, all I can see is his face—the sharp jawline, his hair mussed like he’s been grabbing it. “I’m not either,” I admit to him.
Aden narrows his eyes.
I don’t know what he sees when he looks at me like this. I wish I could look into his mind. But I’m here, in my body, my pulse fluttering and warmth spreading over my torso as our eyes stay on each other.
I lift my hand up slowly and place my palm on the door—not pushing, just suggesting.
Aden pauses, letting out a deeper breath.
Then he opens the door wider, inviting me in.
I step inside, into the warmer air of Aden’s narrow entryway. One of the floorboards creaks under my feet. Aden backs up a little more, giving me the space to come fully inside, then reaches behind me to shut the door. It smells more like him in this house. The fresh air from outside mingles with us in the entryway.
I look up into Aden’s eyes. “Are you okay?” He’s not alright, but there are levels to that sort of thing. I change my question to a statement, “You’re going to be okay, everything will be,” I make a promise to him I can’t keep.
A low growl escapes his throat. His eyes, dark in the dim light, get even darker. I was wrong before. There is one light on in his house—a small lamp inside the den. The light just makes it into the hallway to cast shadows on his face. My heart beats faster.
“I need you.” Aden’s voice is tight and rough. “Now.”
“I know. I need you?—”
Before I can finish speaking, one of his hands flies to my throat. He buries the other hand in my hair, clenching his fingers tight.
This. This is what I need.
“On your knees,” he orders and between my thighs instantly heats.
I let him brace me down, helping things along by sinking to my knees.
“Good girl.” Aden’s eyes move over me.
“Please,” I whisper. I let them come, sinking into the sensation of his hand in my hair, pulling on the edge of too hard, and the harsh tone of his voice.
He angles my face up and stares into my eyes.
“Just like that.” Aden keeps his hand in my hair and uses the other to unzip his pants. He pulls out his cock, which is already hard and heavy and leaking at the tip. He wraps his fist around it and strokes, letting out short breaths as he watches my face. I keep my lips parted and wait.
“This is what you need me for,” he says, almost to himself.
His hand flexes in my hair, he doesn’t let go. He steps closer and drags the head of his cock over my lips. I let out a soft moan.
“You like it, don’t you? Getting put on your knees.”
I stick my tongue out and lick up some of his pre-come. Aden swirls the head on my tongue with a groan. My heart batters in my chest. Loving how he takes control.
“Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He grinds into my tongue harder, the movement making a slippery, wet sound, then pulls back with a frustrated sound. “Fuck.”
With my hands on his thighs, I hollow my cheeks and suck. I pull back letting his cock make a pop sound and leave my mouth open so he can throat fuck me.
He thrusts in slower, and I gag again. He groans, louder, and my body gets hotter. There’s nothing like hearing those sounds from a man. There’s nothing like hearing them from Aden.
With a needy grunt, he rolls his hips and begins fucking my throat with steady thrusts. All the while I can feel myself getting hotter and wetter. Ready for what he does next.
I make a noise around his cock. He groans again, his pleasure vibrating in my mouth. He likes when I do that—likes it a lot—so I hum some more like there’s more I want to tell him. Aden grunts, his thrusts getting slower. His cock fills up my mouth, and my throat, pushing deeper and deeper one hand still in my hair.
“Fuck.” When he speaks, his tone is softer. Almost with reverence.
I moan around his cock, encouraging him.
On his next thrust, I swallow him deep, then keep him where he is so I can lick his shaft and suck. More salty pre-come coats my tongue. Tears run down my cheeks from how hard I’m working to suck him off and from the head of his cock meeting the back of my throat over and over again.
The longer I stay on my knees, the needier I feel until I’m practically squirming. I want more, and Aden is always ready to give me more. He knows I need this.
I need him to fuck me.
He pulls out, and I gasp in a breath of air, then a second one. My chest heaving and every nerve ending on my body lit aflame with need.
“I’m sorry,” I say. The words tumbled from my lips. Aden reacts to them as if I’d taken his cock back in my mouth.
“Shh—” He trails off, unable to keep up this part of the conversation.
Aden pulls me to my feet, his mouth, capturing mine. He kisses me fast and deep and frantic, his grip at my neck and his thumb at my throat. With another growl he stops, kissing me. His hands work at my pants. Aden strips them down and shoves them off along with my panties. He rips them away like they’re a nuisance and I should’ve come here naked, exposed to him from the very beginning.
He bunches up the clothes and tosses them against the wall. Aiden’s eyes roam over my face and my half-naked body. His lips glisten, nearly swollen, from our kiss, his eyes dark.
I feel everything all over again. That one moment. The one that changed everything.
Aden reaches for the hem of my top like he wants to tear that off, too, but instead his hands go around my waist and he lifts me off my feet, shoving my back against the wall. I curl my legs around his hips, feeling his length, hot and throbbing, surrounded by the rough denim of his jeans.
Aden drags his mouth over my neck, thrusting against me, the velvet skin over his erection sliding through my folds. Fuck ! He curses in my ear, and I sling my arms around his shoulders and hang on tight. I wouldn’t fall even if I let go. The pressure of his body would keep me against the wall. I dig my nails in anyway. Aden hisses at the feeling. His mouth meets mine again in a savage kiss. His body works against mine, and I rock my hips into him. I’ll take any contact I can get. My body is already warm with pleasure and sparking with a kind of filthy need. All I can do is chase what he’s offering.
Aden’s meet the side of my neck. He doesn’t bite hard, but his tongue laps at the skin.
“You need this don’t you,” he says, his cock nudging between my legs. He thrusts inside with one smooth stroke, letting out a deep groan. “You can’t get enough of me.”
“I can’t,” I agree and throw my head back against the wall. He’s filling me in exactly the way I need him to. I didn’t know who I was until he was inside me. “I can’t.”
“What would you do for this?” he demands, his mouth meeting mine and sloppy kisses. “Would you stay here and let me use you? Would you stay as long as I want you to? Would you stay here and never leave?”
“Yes,” I answer, breathless. “I would do that. I need this. I need?—”
Aden changes his angle so our hips are pressed together. There. That’s the contact I needed. Every thrust hitting my clit and his cock buried deep inside of me. Aden gives me a longing look. One I know he denies but one I can feel deep in my soul. I feel it in the way he touches me—his hands tight and then gentle. He shoves his hand under my shirt and teases one of my nipples with his fingertip. He grinds into me harder, his breath coming faster.
“You’ll come from this,” he orders. “You could come just from me fucking you against the wall. You’re going to come on my dick, just from this. So fucking beautiful coming on my cock.”
“Yes!” I let out a gasp as pleasure overwhelms me, a twisted, filthy pleasure that I shouldn’t enjoy, shouldn’t like—but I do. I do.
My body clenches down on Aden. I come hard, crying out, and Aiden lets out a growl against my neck.
He fucks me hard and deep and frantic, his rhythm breaking up as he gets closer to his own orgasm. My head bangs against the wall, but I hardly notice. I come to another peak as Aden pushes in deep and comes inside me. I’m breathless with the heat and pleasure filling me all over again.
Finally, he exhales, panting. We stay against the wall until he unhooks my legs from around his hips one by one and lowers me back to the floor.
Aden leans his forehead against mine, catching his breath. He skims his hand over my waist, then slides his fingers between my legs to feel the mess he’s left.
“I needed this,” he says, his voice soft and gentle. “Never leave me.”
We’ve been doing this for years. Ever since we found each other.
“Never,” I promise him. “I need you too.” I tell him, but I know, there’s someone else who I need just as much.