Chapter 16
Hayden
“Okay,” Diego said, a bewildered look on his face. “That might’ve been the weirdest and strangely erotic movie I have ever seen.”
“Right?” I replied, finally glad someone understood. Tommy never did. “David Bowie has this… just vibe about him.”
“And a huge bulge.” Diego shook his head. “That part definitely helps. It’s hard to miss.”
“There’s that too,” I conceded. “But the whole film is just like… strange and fantastical and… and…”
I couldn’t find the right word.
“Surreal,” Diego nodded, finding exactly the right word.
“Precisely.”
“And it’s a good metaphor,” he continued. “Sarah leavin’ behind her childhood for responsibility and hard choices that aren’t all fairy tales and granted wishes. But then, at the end, she finds a way to hold onto the joy and the spark of imagination without lettin’ the adult world destroy her.”
I just stared. That’s all I could do. In a single viewing this hunky cowboy who, up until now, I thought was a bit of a himbo, perfectly summed up Jim Henson’s Labyrinth without any previous knowledge.
It was, to be perfectly frank, one of the hottest fucking things I’d ever witnessed in my life.
“You are so fucking sexy right now,” I purred before I could help myself.
Diego’s eyes widened, and a slow, confident smile spread across his face. The kind that made my stomach do somersaults.
“Is that right?” he asked, voice dropping to that low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “All I had to do was analyze a puppet movie to get you hot and bothered?”
I crawled across the bed toward him, unable to resist anymore. “It’s not just that,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s that you actually paid attention. You got it. You understood why I love it.”
His expression softened, and he reached out to cup my cheek. “Of course I paid attention. It’s important to you.”
Something warm bloomed in my chest at those words. Tommy had never cared about the things I loved. He’d sit through my favorite movies, sure, but he’d be on his phone the whole time or making snide comments. Never actually engaging, never trying to understand why they mattered to me.
But Diego had watched every minute of Labyrinth with genuine interest, laughing at the right parts, asking questions, fully immersed in this weird little fantasy world I’d loved since childhood.
“You know what?” I said, leaning into his touch. “I think we should try out that jacuzzi tub.”
Diego’s eyebrows shot up. “Now?”
“Now,” I confirmed, already sliding off the bed. “Unless you’d rather watch another movie?”
“Hell no,” he said, scrambling after me. “Jacuzzi it is.”
I padded into the bathroom and turned on the taps, adjusting the temperature until it was perfect. The tub was enormous, with jets positioned strategically around the sides. As it filled, I turned on the little electric candles that surrounded it, casting the room in a soft, flickering glow.
Diego leaned against the doorframe, watching me with hungry eyes. “Need any help?”
“Just your company,” I replied, pulling my t-shirt over my head. “And maybe fewer clothes.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Within seconds, his shirt joined mine on the floor, followed quickly by his jeans and boxers. I paused in my own undressing to appreciate the view.
God, he was gorgeous. All tanned skin and defined muscle, with that trail of dark hair leading down to his already hardening uncut cock. The sight of him standing there, completely naked and completely unashamed, made my mouth go dry.
“Your turn, Freckles,” he said with a knowing smirk.
I slowly pushed my sweats down my hips, letting them pool at my feet before stepping out of them. Diego’s eyes darkened as they roamed over my body, and I felt myself responding to his gaze, my cock filling and rising in front of me.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, stepping closer to run his hands down my sides. “Every inch of you.”
The tub was nearly full now, steam rising from the surface. I reached over and turned off the taps before the water could overflow. The bathroom was filled with steam now, making everything feel dreamy and intimate.
“After you,” I said, gesturing to the tub.
Diego stepped in first, lowering himself into the hot water with a satisfied groan that sent heat straight to my groin. He leaned back against one side, his muscular arms spread along the edge of the tub, and looked up at me expectantly.
“Coming in?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Or you just gonna stand there admiring the view all night?”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide my smile as I stepped into the jacuzzi. The water was perfectly hot, just on the edge of too much, enveloping my body in delicious warmth. I settled on the opposite side, facing Diego, our legs tangling in the middle.
“This was worth every penny of Lucas’s money,” I sighed, letting my head fall back against the edge.
Diego chuckled, reaching over to press a button that started the jets. The sudden bubbling of the water made me jump slightly, then relax even deeper as the pulsing streams hit my back.
“Damn, that feels good,” I murmured, closing my eyes.
“You know what would feel even better?” Diego’s voice was closer now.
I opened my eyes to find him moving toward me through the water, his eyes filled with heated intent. Without waiting for an answer, he gripped my hips and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, the water sloshing around us.
“Much better,” he said with that cocky grin that somehow managed to be both infuriating and irresistible.
I could feel his hard cock pressing against me underwater, and I shifted my hips deliberately, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him.
“You’re playing with fire, Freckles,” he warned, his hands sliding up my wet back.
“Maybe I want to get burned,” I whispered, leaning down to capture his lips with mine.
The kiss was slow and deep, our tongues sliding together as his hands roamed my body. He tasted like the red wine we’d had with dinner, rich and intoxicating. When his fingers found my nipples, teasing them to hardness, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me.
“I love the sounds you make,” Diego murmured against my throat. “Been thinking about them all day.”
His confession sent a thrill through me. “What else have you been thinking about?” I asked, rocking against him under the water.
“How about I show you instead?” He slid one hand between us, wrapping it around my cock and giving it a slow, firm stroke.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hips jerking into his touch.
“That’s the idea,” he said with a wicked grin. His other hand slipped lower, fingers tracing the cleft of my ass before one pressed against my hole.
“Hmph… that feels… incredible,” I groaned, pushing back against him. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” It took all the willpower I had to pull away from him and turn around in his lap. “I want to taste you first.”
I slid off Diego’s lap and moved to the edge of the tub, gesturing for him to sit there.
The water sloshed around us as he positioned himself on the jacuzzi’s ledge, his thick cock standing proud above the bubbling water.
I settled between his spread thighs, water dripping from my shoulders as I leaned forward.
“You don’t have to—” Diego started, but his words died in his throat as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft.
“I know I don’t have to,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. “I want to.”
His eyes darkened as I lowered my head, my lips parting to take him in.
The first taste of him was intoxicating.
His skin was salty and masculine, with a hint of chlorine from the tub full of city water.
I swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the way his foreskin slid back as I worked him over.
“Jesus, Hayden,” he groaned, one hand coming to rest at the back of my neck, not pushing, just a gentle weight.
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I worked my way down his shaft. He was thick enough to make my jaw ache pleasantly, and I hummed in satisfaction when I felt him pulse against my tongue.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Diego breathed, his fingers threading through my wet hair.
The praise sent a thrill through me. I pulled back slightly to catch my breath, my hand continuing to stroke him as I looked up. “You like that?”
“Like is a fuckin’ understatement,” he growled, his southern accent thicker with arousal. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
I grinned, feeling a surge of power at reducing this confident cowboy to desperate moans. I dipped my head again, taking him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat until I felt the head of his cock hit the back. Diego’s hips jerked involuntarily, and his hand tightened in my hair.
“Sorry,” he gasped, immediately loosening his grip. “Got carried away.”
I pulled off with an obscene pop, licking my lips. “Don’t apologize,” I said, my voice rougher than usual. “I can take it.”
Something flashed in his eyes, possibly surprise, followed quickly by lust. “Is that right, Freckles?” he asked, his voice dropping to that low rumble that made my insides melt. “You like it a little rough?”
Instead of answering, I took him in my mouth again, this time grabbing his hands and placing them firmly on either side of my head. My message was clear. I wanted him to take control.
Diego didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as he began to thrust shallowly into my mouth. The dual sensation of his cock sliding past my lips and his strong hands controlling me was dizzying.
I lost myself in the rhythm of it, in the weight of him on my tongue and the firm grip of his hands in my hair.
My own cock throbbed, neglected beneath the bubbling water, but I didn’t care.
All that mattered was the way Diego’s breathing grew more ragged with each thrust, the way his thighs tensed beneath my hands.
“Fuck, Hayden,” he groaned, his hips faltering slightly. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna—”