Chapter 6
KELSEY
Hayden invited me to the basement for the after-party games.
At first, I denied the invitation, but he assured me it would be fun.
If only he knew my anxiety with crowds. Exiting Jessie’s room, the house is quiet, but you can hear music softly playing from below.
He leads me through the kitchen, towards the living room, stopping at a door in the middle of the room.
Once he opens it, the music becomes louder along with the chatter.
“Hear Me Now,” by Framing Hanley booms up the steep staircase.
“Are you seeing anyone?” My voice wavers nervously. What am I going to say if he says no? I mean, if he is seeing somebody, obviously, I will stop it there, but do I really want to push it further with him if not?
“What a personal question for somebody who wants to be acquaintances.” He retorts while giving me the side eye. I roll my eyes at him.
“It’s just a question.” I was low-key hoping he would make a move up in the room, but I don’t blame him for not trying after how I reacted at the pool.
“Well, to answer your very personal question, no. I am not.” He glances back at me, wiggling his eyebrows. “Are you interested in this, baby?”
My insides melt away, sending butterflies fluttering at the nickname.
The way it wraps around his tongue. Fuck me.
He said no. I can’t just trust him like that.
I need to question him more. What if he’s lying to me?
The last thing I need is to be jumped by some girl, like Lexie, who claims he’s her boyfriend or something.
“What if I were? But it’s hard to believe a guy like you is single.” I probe.
He stops abruptly and turns to face me. “I don’t lie.
I refuse to settle, because I like to have whoever I want whenever I want.
” He takes an intimidating step toward me, and I take a step back, not breaking eye contact.
I continue until he’s backed me into the opposite wall.
He’s too close. I could break away easily, but I don’t want to.
I want to find out how far he’ll go, and I have a need that needs to be sated.
“Oh,” I respond breathlessly. My eyes feel heavy, and I rub my thighs together, anticipating his touch.
I need him to touch me. Ryder has me too worked up from Lexie.
I have no obligation to Ryder, so why not enjoy myself?
He places both of his large hands on either side of my head, making me feel trapped.
Helpless.
I love it. My blood rushes in my ears, muting all other noises around us. My heart pounds in my chest. I think Hayden hears it, too. That oh so sexy smirk graces his plump lips as I look up at him under my weighted eyes.
He lifts my chin gently, ensuring my eyes are on his. His eyes burn a hole right through me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kelsey.” He brushes his thumb across my lower lip, making my breath hitch.
He leans in closer, his lips so close his breath dances with mine.
I feel his hard length press against my stomach, then he’s pressing his lips to mine.
His lips part, and I open mine, allowing him access.
I can taste the lingering alcohol on his tongue.
I want more, need more. As if he reads my mind, he does just that.
His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, as if he can’t get enough either.
I pull away, “Do you tell all your fucks that?”
His head tilts at my question. “I mean, they are usually beautiful, but it’s never a lie. I told you, I don’t lie.” I bite my lip in thought, still tasting him on them.
I’m closer to begging him to just fuck me right here in the kitchen. He pulls away completely, and I miss his warmth. His closeness. I search his baby blue eyes for a hint, thinking he’s changed his mind about this.
He leans in, whispering against my lips. “Follow me, baby.” His fingers wrap around my wrist, gently, and he pulls me into a small supply closet around the corner. He kicks a cleaning cart in front of the door.
“You could lock it…”
“No lock,” he clips.
He tugs my jean shorts down. “Are we—”
“Is this not what you wanted?” His brows crease.
Isn’t this what I wanted? I nod, not able to get the word out of my mouth.
“I’m going to need to hear you say it, Kelsey.”
I take a deep breath and whisper, “Yes.”
He wastes no time before ripping my thong off, making me gasp at the bite to my skin when they snap. I rip my shirt off, leaving only my lacy bra. My nipples are painfully hard and rub against the material, almost drawing a moan from my parted lips when his chest brushes against them.
He hoists me up by my thighs, making me straddle his hips.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he kisses me hard.
He parts my lips with his tongue, and I let him.
His taste is addictive, and a soft moan escapes before I can stop it, which draws that signature smirk on Hayden’s lips.
He pulls away and sits me down. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Don’t!” He commands.
“Don’t what?” I ask, confused.
“Don’t wipe me off unless I say you can,” He commands.
Something about him telling me what to do and needing permission turns me on even more.
My clit pulses between my thighs, begging to be touched.
Although I’m a virgin, I’ve indulged in pleasure in other ways, so my body knows what it wants. What it needs.
“Yes, sir.” My heavy eyes look up from the floor, meeting his heated gaze.
“And definitely don’t do that.” He grunts.
“Why not?” I fein innocent.
“You know what you’re doing,” He counters. Nothing gets a man going like letting them believe they’re in charge. We all know who really holds the leverage, though. The woman. We just give them the pleasure of believing they’re in control.
He wets his lips before clashing with mine again, and I hear the clinking of his belt buckle, followed by the clunk it makes when it hits the tile floor.
He spins me around, pressing his palm to my back, and slowly pushes me down until my face and chest are pressed flush against the wall.
Hayden grunts as he fists his cock and pumps it.
Removing his other hand from my back, he slides it along my center.
“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He brings his wet fingers to his lips and sucks them clean, removing them with a popping sound. “You taste just as good as I expected.” He circles my clit with two fingers, making me arch my back with a sharp inhale.
“Please,” I beg breathlessly.
“Please, what?” He growls in my ear, pressing his front to my back.
“F-fuck me,” My voice breaks, and I cough to clear my throat.
“Good girl,” He praises, and it makes me weak in the knees.
He lines the head of his cock up to my entrance, thrusting in slightly, before pulling back.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” He groans, then slams into me fully.
I gasp at the feel of him. He fills my pussy completely, stretching me almost painfully.
I’m panting, my breathing erratic. “You can take it, baby.” He assures, and I whimper.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, the burning eases, and my body adjusts.
The sting is replaced by immense pleasure.
I moan with each thrust. I’m so close. I can feel that pressure rising, just needing to be released.
He circles his arm around my waist and massages my clit, yelling out when he pinches it.
That pressure is so intense, my eyes roll back, and all I see are stars as I ride that wave of pleasure.
My pussy tightens, and Hayden wraps his huge hand around my mouth, muffling my scream.
My body convulses beneath him, and the only thing keeping me on my feet is his hold around my waist. Just a few seconds later, Hayden pulls out, grunting his release as his warm cum drips down my legs.
We stand here panting, coming down from the high.
My chest and face are still plastered to the wall as I take in what just happened.
Hayden shoves his cock back into his boxer briefs before pulling his jeans back up his legs and fastening the belt.
“I’ll be right back,” He says, and I mumble an “okay” as he cracks open the door to check if anyone is on the other side.
I assume the coast is clear when he steps out, closing the door behind him.
I don’t even bother moving to cover myself; I’m in too much shock from the reality of the situation.
I just lost my virginity. To a man I only met hours ago. Something I swore I wouldn’t do.
The door creaks open, and Hayden steps in, holding paper towels.
He shuts the door, pushing the cart back in place.
He begins to wipe my legs, cleaning off his cum.
I frown. Do they normally do that for you?
Once I’m cleaned off, I pull my shorts back up.
I don’t bother with my underwear, since he ripped those.
“I probably should’ve asked if you’re on birth control first,” He grimaces, rubbing the back of his head.
“Yeah, I’m on the pill.” I laugh breathlessly, still recovering from the intense orgasm. “So, uh…” I cough to clear my throat, “What if I said this was a first for me?”
Hayden’s baby blue eyes snap to mine, “Like, first time in a closet?”
I laugh nervously, “More like, first time having sex…” My voice trails off. Should I have kept that to myself? My cheeks flush, regretting admitting that bit of information.
“I’d say you’re shitting me, but if you’re serious, then I’m honored. But the protector in me would have told you to choose anyone besides me.” He shakes his head, bringing his eyes back to me, “Why me?”
“It had to happen sometime, right?” I nudge him with my elbow. He doesn’t laugh at my poor attempt at a joke. In fact, he looks… Concerned? “We should probably get going before Jessie freaks out about me missing.” I attempt to change the subject, feeling uncomfortable.
Rounding the corner in the basement, you can hardly move. “There’s a lot of people down here. I guess this is where everyone went, huh?” I breathe a nervous laugh.
“Yeah, this is where everyone ends the party pretty much. It can get… Interesting.” He says with a crooked smile.
“What do you mean by interesting?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Oh, great, more secrets. The night can’t hold that many more secrets, can it?
I’ve never been nervous about a game room before, but something tells me this isn’t the kind of gaming I’ve ever known.
I’d be lying if I said a piece of me isn’t excited to find out, though.
My own cum drips from my pussy, making my shorts wet, and they chafe my thighs with each step.
I try to ignore the discomfort, but all I accomplish is replaying the closet scene over and over, making the wetness worse.
A bunch of chanting and painful ooo’ing gets my attention.
Looking through the crowd, I find Jessie.
I point her out to Hayden, and he grabs my hand, pulling me along as he shoulders his way through the sea of people.
Jessie turns around when I tap her shoulder, smiling widely once she realizes it’s me.
She wraps her arms around my neck in a hug. “Where have you been?” She asks, while her hands remain on my shoulders. She looks over to Hayden beside me and shoots daggers at him.
“He apologized, right?” She speaks to me, but her angry eyes remain on his.
“Umm, yeah, I guess you could say that.” I bite my lip, fighting back the grin. Jessie is the last person I worry about judging me, not that I really care what anyone has to say about me anyway. I’ve just always kept things to myself.
I guess it stems from my childhood. My parents were very reserved.
They didn’t even show affection for one another in front of others, at home, or in privacy.
Jessie, on the other hand, can tell you every intimate detail of her life if you give her enough time.
I love her for it. It keeps my life more interesting.
It’s like I live my life vicariously through her.
Jessie yanks me through the crowd with Hayden in tow, weaving through standing bodies.
We come to a halt when we approach a table with men standing on either side of it.
It’s the same guys Ryder sat with at the fire.
I think their names are Liam and Theo. The table is set up for beer pong, but it looks like it’s starting to turn into more of a brawl than a game. Both men are entirely wasted.
Liam, the guy facing us, points his finger at his opponent, Theo.
“Y-you mother-” He hiccups. “Fucker! I want a-a rematch.” He’s stumbling back and forth as if the ground is quaking under his feet.
I don’t know how he expects to do a rematch when he can’t even hold his own after what I assume is the first match. Theo is equally intoxicated.
Next thing I know, Liam stumbles over, trying to grab hold of the table for support, but ends up smashing his face into it instead and hits the tile floor with a fleshy smack.
Two guys rush over, lifting him from under his arms to a sitting position.
His head lolls to the side as his nose spews blood, dripping onto the floor, and his lip is split.
They drag his unconscious body away, and Theo staggers off to a sectional sitting in front of a theatre-sized TV playing music videos.
I watch as he walks up to a man sitting on the couch, shakes his hand, pulling him in for a man hug. The guy stands up, faces the crowd, and stretches his arms above his head. I gasp.
“What?” Jessie asks, turning to face me. I don’t answer. My mind is too focused on the man in front of me.
Jessie follows my line of sight. Ryder’s arms stretch high above his head, causing his shirt to lift, revealing his sculpted abs and the intricate artwork of his tattoos that wrap his torso.
Jessie looks at me again with a knowing smirk, and I snap my gawking mouth shut.
I don’t know what scares me more, him being down here or Jessie possibly figuring out who he his.
I have got to get my shit together and control my reactions.
I’ve always wanted to be one of those mysterious girls, but no, I wear my emotions on my sleeve. I’m an open book.