21. Madison
MADISON
G etting to Hayden’s house was a blur. I don’t even remember taking a hot bath in the fancy bathroom on the first floor or him washing my hair. The fluffy robe he borrowed from Winter for me feels like heaven against my bare skin. He’s quiet as he leads me to his bedroom and I don’t have it in me to break the silence.
Whatever this is between us feels really nice.
The mansion Hayden shares with Callum and Tristan just off campus is extravagant, and I expected his room to be too. It’s very plain with everything seemingly a necessity and tucked away in its place. The dark wood furniture dominates the space, and I realize now what everyone has said about him not having interests wasn’t an exaggeration. He pulls the thick comforter back, lifting me to sit on the navy silk sheets. I notice something pink sticking out from under the pillow and before he can grab it, I have it in my hands.
“When did you take this?” I smile at him, holding up the pink ribbon I wore in my hair the day he picked me up from the diner.
“I checked on you that first night you spent at my father’s house. I knew I couldn’t rush you, to make you see that you belong with me.” Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, Hayden murmurs, “I needed something of yours to keep close. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just going to clean up,” gesturing toward the adjoining door.
My eyes follow the direction of his hand, and I catch a glimpse of the bathroom. It’s far nicer than anything I’ve ever seen in a dorm or at my old house. Sleek, clean lines with cool gray tiles. The robe I’m wrapped in shifts, slipping off one shoulder, and as if it’s an instinct, he dips his head to kiss the newly exposed skin. His lips are warm, firm, lingering just enough to make my stomach flip.
The simple touch leaves a trail of heat along my shoulder, and when he pulls the robe back over me with the same care, something inside me tightens. Hayden steps back, and my eyes immediately track his movements. He reaches behind his neck, gripping the fabric of his shirt, and with one smooth motion, he pulls it over his head.
My breath catches at the sight of him. His golden skin gleams under the dim light, every muscle in his chest and abs sculpted and flexing with the motion. I can’t tear my gaze away, my eyes trailing over his broad shoulders, down his chest, to his perfectly defined abs. He’s a masterpiece.
Then our eyes meet, and my pulse quickens. His gaze is full of hunger that makes my skin feel like it’s burning. The memory of his body pressing me into the tree earlier, of his cock driving into me with such force it stole my breath, sends a wave of heat through me. My thighs clench involuntarily, and I press my lips together, trying to steady myself.
I notice the way his expression softens as he watches me admire him and my chest tightens. Even after everything that happened tonight, he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing holding him together.
A sudden pang of panic rises in me at the thought of him leaving, even for a few moments. Tonight shook me to my core, and for the first time, I don’t feel ashamed of needing someone else. Hayden makes it easy to be vulnerable, to lean into the safety he offers without question.
“Hurry back, I—” The words slip out before I can stop them, and I clamp my mouth shut, biting my bottom lip as if I can trap the vulnerability spilling out.
Hayden steps closer, his eyes softening as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. The simple gesture is intimate and I feel myself lean into his touch without even realizing it.
“Say it,” he murmurs. “Tell me. I want to know anything and everything you’re thinking.”
I swallow hard, my chest tightening as his words settle over me. My voice comes out quiet, almost timid, as I admit, “I don’t want to be without you right now.”
His expression shifts, protectiveness taking over as he tilts my chin up with his hand.
“I’ll never leave you alone,” he says firmly, his voice a promise etched in stone.
The sincerity in his tone makes my throat tighten, and I feel the tightness in my chest start to ease. For the first time tonight, I believe I’m truly safe.
I nod, unable to find my voice as Hayden scoops me up and carries me toward the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I squeak, my voice high with surprise as he steps inside the room. His chest vibrates against me, a low laugh rumbling deep in his throat.
“You’ll see,” he says simply, setting me down on the plush, expensive rug that cushions my bare feet. My toes sink into it and I notice that the room smells faintly of the spicy soap Hayden uses. I know why he bathed me in the fancier bathroom downstairs with the clawfoot tub, but this one feels more private.
Before I can blink, Hayden is stripping out of his pants, his movements fluid and confident. My breath catches in my throat as his cock springs free, thick, long, and unmistakably hard. It juts out, demanding attention, and my cheeks flame when my gaze lingers too long. I can’t believe that was inside me tonight.
Suddenly I’m feeling shy. Hayden smirks, catching my reaction, and reaches into the large glass shower enclosure to turn on the water. The spray bursts to life, a steady stream cascading down the sleek tiles as he tests the temperature. He adjusts it once, then again, before turning back to me. His grin is smug and his eyes are dark with amusement.
“You’re going to have to get used to seeing it, princess,” he says, his voice teasing as he steps toward me. “Because I plan on being deep inside you more often than not.”
I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Before I can think of anything to say, his hands are on me, pulling me flush against his bare chest and abdomen. My hands press against him instinctively, and I’m hit with the solid heat of his body, every ridge and contour of muscle beneath my fingers.
He unties the robe, his knuckles grazing my skin. The fabric falls to the floor, pooling around my ankles. The air cools me, but the heat radiating off Hayden keeps me warm. His hard cock presses against my stomach, and the size of it is impossible to ignore.
I glance down and see the faint remnants of dried blood on the shaft, a reminder of how roughly he took me earlier in the woods. My stomach tightens at the memory, both pleasure and pain flickering through me.
“This time, it won’t hurt,” Hayden murmurs, his voice rough like he’s trying to restrain himself.
Heat blooms in my cheeks, and my nipples harden as his words sink in, thoughts of him bending me over and slamming that huge cock inside me flashing vividly through my mind.
Hayden pulls me in the shower with him and grabs a bottle of body wash, the spicy scent of it filling the room as he squeezes it onto his chest. The soap slides down his skin, tracing every defined ridge of his abs and the sharp v-cut of his hips. My mouth goes dry, and my gaze follows the suds as they drip lower and lower.
He reaches for my hand and presses my palm against his chest. His skin is hot and slick under my touch, the muscles engaged like he wants me to touch every one of them.
“If you haven’t noticed, I like when your hands are on me,” he says, his voice is less playful now.
Emboldened, I lift my other hand, running them both down his chest, across the planes of his abs, and lower toward the sharp cut of his hips. His body tenses under my touch, and a low groan escapes him and he pulls my hand away from his cock. “As much as I want that right now. I want to come inside you.”
Hayden doesn’t wait for me to respond, and quickly finishes washing his hair and the rest of his body. I don’t stop touching him, letting my fingers explore every inch of him. Feeling a spark of mischief, I look up at him through my lashes and slowly trace my name, Madi , in the dripping suds on his chest.
Another groan rumbles from him. “Holy shit,” he says, rinsing off the soap with a quick efficiency before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me and then one around his hips.
His strong arms lift me effortlessly, carrying me back into his room. The warmth of his towel-covered body seeps into mine as he gently lays me on the bed, unwrapping the towel and revealing my bare skin to his hungry gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Hayden whispers, his voice seems to be nothing but reverence as he leans over me, his hands bracing on either side of my head.
Quickly, Hayden is on the bed, his large frame covering mine, his towel abandoned on the floor. His skin is still damp from the shower, and the heat rolling off him feels like it’s sinking into my bones. The mattress dips under his weight, and he braces himself on his forearms, caging me in. His fingers tangle into my hair, gently tugging, and his hips press between my thighs, aligning perfectly with my body.
I feel the full length of his cock pressing against me, hard and demanding, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through me. My breath catches as his lips find mine, his kiss slow and deliberate, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and claiming it as his. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates between us as our slick skin slides together, amplifying the intensity of every touch.
I brace myself for the sharp intrusion of him plunging inside me, my body already anticipating the stretch, but Hayden surprises me. Instead, he begins a slow descent, his lips leaving a fiery trail down my neck. He presses open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there, his tongue teasing, and my body arches instinctively to give him better access.
His mouth finds my collarbones, then the valley between my breasts, his kisses unhurried but filled with purpose. When his lips close around one of my nipples, sucking gently at first and then harder, I gasp, my hands flying to his damp hair. My fingers curl into the thick strands as he flicks his tongue over the hardened bud before flattening it, sending an electrifying pulse straight to my clit.
“You taste so good, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “You’re perfect.”
I can barely catch my breath as he moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention. His tongue works me into a frenzy, every lick and pull of his lips pushes me closer to the edge of an orgasm. My hands trail down to his broad shoulders, feeling the firm muscles flex under my touch as he slowly kisses his way down my stomach.
“Oh, my God,” I pant, my voice shaky as he presses a soft kiss just above my navel. “Hayden.”
He continues his path, his lips brushing over the curve of my hip, then lower. When he kisses my mound, I swear my entire body vibrates. His forearms rest on either side of me, anchoring me in place, while his large hands cup my hips. His grip tightens, his fingertips pressing into my flesh hard enough to bruise. A small thrill shoots through me at the thought of seeing his mark on my skin tomorrow.
“Yes, baby,” he groans, his breath hot against me. “Say my name. Let everyone know who brings you pleasure.”
He hovers over my pussy, his eyes locking with mine. The intensity in his gaze makes my chest tighten.
“Who does this pussy belong to, princess?” His voice is a low growl, and the possessiveness in it sends a shiver down my spine.
“You. It’s yours.” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His eyes flash with something primal, and his tongue darts out to lick a slow line down my slit before circling around my clit. My back arches, a sharp gasp escaping me at the sudden jolt of pleasure.
“Good girl, baby,” he murmurs against me, his lips brushing my sensitive skin. “Say it louder. Say my name. Whose pussy is this?”
His tongue flattens and drags down to my entrance, dipping inside just enough to make me cry out. My hips lift off the bed instinctively, but he grips me tighter, pulling me back down and pinning me in place. His fingers flex against my hips, his strength both grounding and intoxicating.
“Hay—ah, oh my God, Hay-den,” I gasp, my voice high and breathy as the pleasure overtakes me. “It’s your pussy, Hayden.”
His groan vibrates against me, sending shockwaves through my body. He works me over with his mouth, his tongue and lips a perfect combination of rough and soft as he licks, sucks, and kisses every inch of my pussy. One of his hands slides up to my breast, groping and caressing, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple until I’m teetering on the edge.
Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, and when his tongue presses firmly against my clit while his fingers tweak my nipple, I’m gone. My legs tremble, my body convulses as waves of pleasure crash over me, one after the other.
I cry out, my hands clutching at the sheets as my orgasm takes over completely.
“That’s it, baby,” he says as he continues to work me through my climax. “You’re doing so well, tell me how it feels. Use your words.”
“Amazing,” I gasp, my breath hitching as the pleasure ripples through me. “Not as good as your cock,” I add, a boldness in my tone that surprises even me.