13. Hayden
HAYDEN
M adison’s been avoiding me for three days, and it’s driving me insane. I know it freaked her out how comfortable she was letting me undress her, how she wanted more than what I gave her. I’ve of course been keeping an eye on her, making sure she’s safe. There haven't been any more surprises in my locker, so I’m loosening up a bit. It was probably a prank, someone with too much time on their hands to purchase the same necklace just to get a rise out of me.
I tell myself that I’m doing this tonight because I need to check on Madison, but it’s really for me.
It’s midnight when I let myself into Madison’s room with the key I bought off the cleaning staff, the door clicking softly behind me. The space smells like her, soft, warm, and sweet. Moonlight spills through the window, throwing faint silvery patterns across the floor, and I spot her bitchy roommate, Chapel, sprawled on the other bed, dead to the world.
Madison’s tangled in her sheets, sleeping restlessly, the soft sound of her breathing pulling at me like a magnet. She’s wearing a white tank top scattered with tiny pink flowers, the thin straps slipping off her shoulders, exposing smooth, bare skin. My cock twitches in my jeans at the sight, hard and aching. I know she isn’t wearing a bra. The fabric clings to her chest with every slow, uneven breath, teasing me with soft curves and the faint outline of her nipples.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
I crouch at the edge of her bed like an absolute stalker, letting my gaze drift down her body. She’s curled on her side, the edge of her tank top riding up just enough to expose the waistband of matching shorts. The fabric looks soft, barely-there, and it makes my throat tighten. I need to see the rest, but I know I’m playing a reckless game. I can feel that I’m on the edge, because the thought of climbing on that bed, spreading her legs and pinning her beneath me does not seem all that outrageous right now.
I reach for the covers, carefully pulling them back. The sheets whisper against her skin, and I freeze when she stirs, murmuring something I can’t make out. My breath catches, but she doesn’t wake. I exhale slowly, watching her face soften as she settles back into sleep.
I want her. I want to strip her bare, peel every inch of that innocent little set off her body, and kiss every inch of her soft skin until she’s trembling and begging to come all over my cock. My hands curl into fists at my sides to keep from touching her.
But fuck, the things I want to do to her.
I know what it felt like to have her leg hooked over my hip, her body vibrating in my hands. But it’s not enough. It’s a tease, a goddamn spark to a wildfire that’s still burning through me. I need to know what it feels like to pin her down, to press her into the mattress and claim every inch of her body until her legs lock tight around my back and she’s moaning my name while I fill her with rope after rope of hot cum. The thought alone makes my jaw tighten, and my dick is hard enough to rip a hole clear through my jeans.
I stay perfectly still, my gaze drinking her in. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, her lips parting as she exhales a soft, dreamy breath. Her blonde hair is splayed across the pillow in silky waves, and I fight the urge to touch it, to wrap a lock around my finger just to feel how soft it is again.
Every muscle in my body aches from holding back, from the restraint it takes to not climb into that bed, pull her against me, and let her feel just how bad I need her. My hand twitches, itching to tug that thin little tank top down, to free her soft, perfect breasts and take one of those pebbled nipples into my mouth. I want to feel her shiver under me as I suck on it, teasing her until she’s gasping my name, helpless and desperate.
I tell myself I won’t touch her. Not tonight. Not when Chapel is snoring softly a few feet away. I’m just here. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. I can’t stop the thoughts, the images of us together rolling through my mind as I unbutton my jeans, reaching in to grip my cock.
I think about sinking inside her. I imagine her tight, wet pussy clenching around me as I fuck her slow at first, teasing her, making her beg me to give her more. I want to watch her come undone, her body arching, writhing beneath me as she moans my name over and over. She will never utter another man’s name and that thought alone is enough to have my dick grow even harder. I haven’t come since the day I was on my knees, sucking on Madison’s clit in the cathedral. I’ve been stewing, brooding, ready to snap and uninterested in anything except being with her.
The primal urge to fill her claws through me. I imagine pushing deeper, emptying myself inside her, and then thrusting even after I’m spent. I’d need to make sure she feels me in every part of her, taking up space where no one else ever will. My cock throbs painfully at the thought, straining against my palm, and it takes everything in me not to groan out loud.
I swallow hard, my eyes tracing the curve of her body, the way her tank top hugs her like a second skin. Her chest rises and falls in slow, uneven breaths, and my focus drops to the outline of her nipples, pebbled and begging for my tongue to lavish them with attention. When Madison is finally mine, I’ll spend hours…fucking days on just her nipples.
I lean in, careful not to wake her, and let myself breathe her in. The scent of her hair is sweet, and I feel it settle in my lungs. I want to bury my face in it, pull her into my lap, and hold her there until she understands that she belongs to me.
I swear I can hear it already, soft and broken: “Hayden.” That's it, it’s enough to send me over the edge. Hot, sticky cum coats my hand and I bite my lip until I taste blood, trying to keep quiet. I’ve made a fucking mess, and now I’m annoyed that I’ve wasted it when it belongs inside her sweet little pussy. I’m sure I’d love to paint the rest of her body with my cum, but right now anywhere that isn’t inside her feels wrong. I could stay here all night, watching her sleep, breathing her in, letting this sick, possessive need for her fester, making my chest feel tight.
I realize that if I want a chance with Madison, I need to change up my plan. I need to show her she can trust me, and how she needs me the same way I need her. It’ll be then, and only then, that I’ll strip her bare. I’ll taste every inch of her, and claim her so completely she’ll forget what it feels like to not have me inside of her.