Chapter 14 Hayden
Hayden
And then his mouth was on mine, his lips warm and soft and demanding all at once. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me as his hand slid from my chin to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair to hold me steady.
I’d been kissed before by plenty of men, but never like this. Never like I was drowning, and his lips were the only source of air. Never like I was something precious and fragile and desperately wanted all at once. Never like I mattered for something more than this moment.
His other hand moved from my hip to the small of my back, pulling me flush against his wet, naked body. I gasped against his mouth as I felt the hard length of him pressing against my jeans.
“Diego,” I breathed when he finally pulled back just enough to let me catch my breath. My hands had somehow found their way to his chest, fingers tangling in the dark hair there.
“Say it again,” he murmured, his lips trailing along my jaw to my ear. “Say my name again, Freckles.”
“Diego,” I repeated, shivering as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “Fuck… Diego.”
He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me like electricity. “That’s more like it.”
His hands were everywhere now, sliding under my shirt to trace patterns on my skin, tugging at my belt loops to pull me impossibly closer. I was painfully hard in my jeans, my hips moving of their own accord to seek friction against him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled, his fingers finding the hem of my shirt and tugging upward.
I raised my arms without thinking, my resolve completely destroyed, letting him pull the fabric over my head and toss it aside.
The cool air of the room hit my heated skin, making me shiver.
Or maybe that was the way Diego was looking at me, his dark eyes roaming over my chest like he wanted to devour me whole.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said, running his hands down my sides. “All these freckles... I’ve been dying to count them since I first saw you. To taste each one.”
I should have had something witty to say back, something sarcastic or cutting to maintain some semblance of control. But all I could do was stare at him, at the water still clinging to his skin, at the way his cock stood proud and thick between us.
“I want to touch you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can I touch you?”
His smile was slow and crooked, that cocky confidence returning. “Freckles, you can do whatever you want to me.”
I reached out tentatively, my fingers brushing against his chest first, feeling the crisp hair there, the solid muscle underneath.
He was so different from Tommy… broader, harder, more substantial in every way.
His body was built for work and strength while Tommy…
well, he’d been built for show like a prize-winning poodle.
I let my hand trail down Diego’s stomach, following that tantalizing line of hair until my fingers wrapped around his cock.
Diego hissed through his teeth, his eyes closing briefly. “Fuck, Hayden.”
I’d never heard my name sound like that before - rough and desperate and full of need. It sent a bolt of heat straight through me, and I tightened my grip slightly, earning another sharp intake of breath from him.
“You like that?” I asked, surprised by how husky my own voice sounded. I stroked him slowly, marveling at the weight and heat of him in my palm. He was thick and uncut, and I could feel him pulse against my fingers.
“Christ, yes,” he groaned, his hips pushing forward into my touch. “But if you keep doing that, this is gonna be over embarrassingly fast.”
I looked up at him through my lashes, feeling a surge of confidence at seeing this cocky cowboy completely undone by my touch. “Would that be so bad?”
His laugh was breathless. “Hell no, but I’ve got plans for you first.” Before I could ask what kind of plans, his hands were at my belt buckle, fingers working with practiced efficiency. “These jeans need to go. Now.”
I nodded frantically, helping him with the button and zipper, my hands shaking slightly from anticipation.
He pushed the denim down my hips along with my underwear, and I kicked them aside, suddenly very aware that I was now completely naked and pressed against Diego in the doorway of the hotel bathroom.
Diego’s eyes raked over me, his gaze so heated I could almost feel it like a physical touch. The way he looked at me like I was something to be savored, not just consumed, made my heart stutter in my chest.
“Damn, Freckles,” he breathed, his voice rough as sandpaper. “You’re even prettier than I imagined.”
I should have felt exposed, vulnerable, but the hunger in his eyes made me feel powerful instead. I reached for him again, but he caught my wrists, pinning them gently against the door frame above my head.
“Not yet,” he murmured against my throat. “I want to look at you first.”
His free hand traced a path down my chest, fingers dancing across my skin like he was mapping territory. When he brushed over my nipple, I arched into his touch with a gasp.
“Sensitive,” he noted with a wicked smile. “Good to know.”
He leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth, teeth grazing the hardened peak before soothing it with his tongue. I writhed against him, my cock sliding against his hip, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum on his skin.
“Diego, please,” I whimpered, not even caring how needy I sounded.
He released my wrists and grabbed my hips instead, aligning our bodies so our cocks pressed together. The feeling of him hot and hard against me drew a moan from deep in my chest.
“Like this?” he asked, grinding against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“God, yes,” I panted, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.
One of his hands slid between us, wrapping around both our cocks together.
The feeling of his calloused palm and the silky heat of his erection against mine nearly buckled my knees.
His foreskin slid deliciously against my sensitive head with each stroke, creating a sensation I’d never experienced before.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling. “So fucking good, Hayden.”
I couldn’t form words anymore, just incoherent sounds of pleasure as he worked us both in his hand. His thumb swiped over the heads of our cocks on each upstroke, spreading our combined pre-cum to ease the friction.
My fingers dug into his tattooed shoulder, probably hard enough to leave marks, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it spurred him on, his strokes becoming faster, more insistent.
“That’s it, Freckles,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Let me hear you.”
I was close… embarrassingly close, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when Diego was looking at me like that, his dark eyes half-lidded but intense, watching every flicker of pleasure cross my face.
“I’m gonna—” I tried to warn him, but the words dissolved into a choked moan as Diego twisted his wrist just right. I came with shocking intensity, my release pulsing between us, coating his hand and both our cocks.
“Fuck, yes,” Diego hissed, his rhythm faltering as he watched me fall apart. “God, you’re beautiful when you cum.”
I was still trembling through the aftershocks when I felt him tense against me, his cock throbbing alongside mine as he followed me over the edge with a deep groan that I felt rumble through his chest. His cum mixed with mine, hot and slick between our bodies.
For a long moment, we just stood there, panting against each other, his forehead pressed to mine. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest, matching the frantic pace of my own.
“Jesus Christ,” I finally managed, my voice sounding wrecked even to my own ears.
Diego chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. “That’s not usually what people call me, but I’ll take it.”
I laughed despite myself, feeling lighter than I had in months. Maybe years. “Shut up.”
“Make me,” he challenged, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
I turned my head to catch his lips properly, the kiss slower now but no less intense. His hand was still between us, sticky with our combined release, but somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to care about the mess.
When we finally broke apart, Diego glanced down at our bodies and grinned. “Well, looks like I need another shower. Care to join me this time?”
The invitation sent a fresh wave of heat through me, despite having just come harder than I ever had in my life. “I think that could be arranged.”
He led me back into the bathroom, turning on the shower again. As steam began to fill the room, he pulled me against him once more, his hands gentle on my waist.
“You know,” he said conversationally, though there was something careful in his tone, “this wasn’t exactly how I planned to get you the first time.”
I tensed slightly, preparing for the letdown, the regret. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” he continued, his thumb tracing circles on my hip. “I was thinking maybe dinner first. You know, like civilized people. Maybe we could…”
I blinked at him, processing his words. “Are you... asking me out? After we just—”
“Yeah, I know, backwards as hell,” he laughed, but there was a hint of nervousness beneath his usual confidence. “But better late than never, right? So, what do you say, Freckles? Let me take you to dinner tomorrow?”
The question hung between us, weighted with possibilities I wasn’t ready to examine too closely. But as I looked at him, this ridiculous, gorgeously rugged man and his cocky smile that somehow made me feel both irritated and breathless, I found I couldn’t say no.
“Dinner would be amazing,” I replied, feeling lighter than I had in a long time. Then I leaned close, poking a finger to his chest. “But don’t expect me to put out. I’m classy.”
Diego threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles as steam swirled around us. His hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me closer.
“Is that right? You’re classy?” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Coulda fooled me with those noises you were making a minute ago.”
I felt my face flush, but I didn’t back down. “Those were... classy moans.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He pressed a kiss to my neck, making me shiver despite the warmth of the shower. “Very refined.”
I smacked his shoulder lightly. “Are we getting in this shower or what? I’m sticky.”
“Your wish is my command.” He guided me into the spray, the hot water cascading over us both.
There was something strangely intimate about washing each other, more intimate even than what we’d just done against the door.
Diego’s hands were gentle as they soaped my back, my shoulders, trailing down my sides with reverence.
I returned the favor, marveling at the hard planes of his body, the way the water sluiced down his chest and abdomen.
“You’re staring again,” he murmured, tilting my chin up.
“Can you blame me?” I admitted. “You’re... a lot to take in.”
His smile softened, something vulnerable flickering in his eyes before he masked it with his usual cockiness. “Right back at ya, Freckles.”
After we’d rinsed off, Diego grabbed a towel and, to my surprise, began drying me with unexpected tenderness. No one had ever done that for me before. Tommy certainly hadn’t. Tommy had been all about himself, always.
“What are you thinking about?” Diego asked, wrapping the towel around my waist. “You got quiet on me.”
I shook my head. “Nothing important.”
He studied me for a moment, like he knew I was lying, but didn’t push. Instead, he grabbed another towel for himself, quickly drying off before leading me back into the bedroom.
“So...” I said awkwardly, suddenly unsure what happened next. Was he still planning on sleeping in the tub? Was it okay to share a bed now? Would all of this be really fucking weird when the sun came up tomorrow morning?
Diego seemed to sense my uncertainty. “Which side do you like best?” he asked simply, pulling back the covers on the rose petal covered bed. “Unless you don’t want to share.”
“I want to,” I replied, too quickly. “I mean... if that’s what you want.”
He smiled, that genuine one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to.”
I slid under the covers, watching as Diego turned off the lights, leaving only the soft glow from the parking lot filtering through the curtains. I could see the snow still falling, heavier now than it had been. The bed dipped as Diego joined me, his body radiating heat as he settled beside me.
For a moment, we just lay there, not touching, the air between us charged with something I couldn’t name.
And then, with a sudden burst of bravery, I slid closer, pressing my back against his chest. Diego let out a small, contented noise, wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me close to him.
His cock was already thickening against my ass once more.
“Goodnight, Freckles,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck.
“Goodnight, Diego,” I replied, wondering if everything I’d just experienced was a dream.
Only tomorrow would tell.