31. Hayden
31
HAYDEN
M y eyes opened, and my head set to pounding immediately. I groaned, putting a hand to my head as I sat up. A wave of dizziness came over me. My elbow fell to my knee, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
A door opened and clicked shut, but I ignored it.
“Good morning.”
The edge of the bed dipped, and the smell of coffee drifted toward me. That got my attention. My head rolled to the side in my hand. Declan held out a travel mug toward me while sipping from another one.
I took it from him, sniffing it. It smelled like I’d made it myself. I closed my eyes, lifting my head to take a gulp.
Perfection.
I didn’t know how he did it, but it was right on the money.
“I don’t know how you figured it out…”
“Gunny was in the kitchen when I got up. The man was staring at the machine like it was a ticking bomb he was trying to figure out how to dismantle. In return for doing the hard work, aka setting the pot to brew, he told me how you liked your coffee.”
“Thank fuck for Gunny.”
He laughed softly and leaned back against the pillows. I scooted back into the bed beside him. His hand found my thigh. A happy sigh lifted my shoulders, and I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him back against my chest.
Once he was comfortable under my arm draped across his bare shoulder with his hand wrapped around my leg, tickle scratching the back of my knee, we sat together drinking our coffee in peaceful silence.
Half a cup later, I felt like a human, not on the verge of death. I let my head fall back against the headboard in contentment. I could remember a time I felt like this.
“If not for the hangover, this would be the perfect way to wake up every morning.”
“Agreed,” Declan whispered.
He leaned forward, and I pulled him back to me. “Where do you think you’re going, vato?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “If you’d quit strangling me, you’d find out.”
I nipped his neck, growling playfully. “I distinctly remember you enjoying it when I strangled you.”
“When your dick’s in my ass, abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Umm, I think you missed some positions.”
“Are you having memory lapses, Papi?”
“You’re closer to old age than I am, you fucking brat.”
“Takes one to know one, Papi.”
I drained the dregs from my cup and flipped the top closed before tossing it on the bed. “If you want the rest of that, you’d best drink it now, malcriado .”
“Or.”
That word went off like an explosion in my head, and I sprung into action. I straddled his legs and wrapped my hand around his throat. “Do you want to rephrase that?”
Indecision warred in the depths of his eyes while his lips twitched with mischief and curiosity. “And if I don’t?”
“Malcriado, you’re asking for it.”
“Was that supposed to sound ominous?”
“Vato, your mouth is asking for something your ass isn’t ready for.”
“It sounds like you’re hedging your bets, Papi. Are you sure you can dish out what you’re hinting at?”
“Get rid of the cup.”
He stared at me, our gazes locked. Neither of us gave much notice to him placing the cup on the table next to the bed.
“Well?”
Goddamn, he would be the end of me.
I stepped off the bed and moved to the bathroom. I planned to paddle his ass before fucking the brat in him silent, but the more I considered it, I decided not to play into his demands.
“Hayden? Where the fuck are you going?”
“To shower.”
Thankfully, he couldn’t see my face as I walked away. I fought to keep the self-satisfied smirk from my face as he sputtered indigently behind me.
“Get back here!”
“I’ll be back. After my shower.”
“Goddammit. Hayden Marin, you can’t make promises like that and not deliver on them!” he yelled.
I didn’t answer, and while he didn’t speak to me any further, the frustrated shout and thrashing from the other room told me all I needed to know. He’d been looking for a spanking, and not giving it to the little brat was a better punishment than lighting his ass up.
Although, I’d have loved seeing that perfect round peach of his glowing with my handprints. Or belt marks. I’d used my uniform belt on a girl once, and it left the most beautiful stripes on her ass and thighs.
Oh, well. Maybe I’ll surprise him later today.
I reached into the shower, flipping it on to heat up while I searched for a toothbrush. Not finding one, I picked up the solo toothbrush from the glass on the vanity and stepped back to the bedroom doorway. He had tossed himself back on the bed, and from the looks of the bedcovers, he’d had a tantrum. The bottom half of the bed hadn’t been that disturbed when I left the room, and now, the comforter, blanket, and sheets were all pulled loose, exposing the mattress underneath.
“Is this yours?” I asked.
He raised his head. “Is that my toothbrush?”
“I dunno know. That’s what I’m asking. Is this your toothbrush?”
“Umm, yeah? Did you get it from the cup on the sink?”
“Umm hmm.”
“Then, yeah. Who else would it belong to?”
“Okay. I’m going to brush my teeth and hop in the shower.”
I turned back to the bathroom.
“Wait! You’re not going to brush your teeth with my toothbrush, are you?”
No, but he didn’t have to know that. I ignored him, stopping in front of the sink and waiting. When I didn’t hear him coming toward the bathroom, I glanced around, smirking when I caught sight of the toothpaste. I turned on the faucet and yelled, “Where’s the tooth… never mind. I found it.”
Scrambling, grunting, and a lot of cursing came from the other room, and I couldn’t help but smile. I grabbed the tube, squeezed a large dollop onto the bristles, and held it out to him as he stumbled through the bathroom door.
He came to a stop, and the dismay on his face fell away. He snatched his toothbrush, pausing with it in front of his open mouth, “You didn’t…”
The disgust on his face cracked the seal I had on the barely contained hilarity I’d been fighting, and I burst out laughing. I pulled him into my arms.
“No, vato. I didn’t. I’ve tongue fucked your ass and enjoyed every moment, but I draw the line at using your toothbrush.”
“Thank God. That’s just fucking gross.”
I laughed like a hyena, trying to kiss him. It was more like pressing our faces together, but I didn’t care. I’d never, not once, not even with the two women I’d had in my life, laughed so much. I was starting to believe living through the embarrassment of being left at the altar was a gift wrapped in shit.
“You have on too many clothes,” I murmured.
My head dipped to kiss his jaw, pressing my naked cock into him. The material of his boxer briefs was soft, but I wanted to feel his skin, not cotton.
“Get rid of them,” I said, pushing the waistband over his ass.
He tossed the toothbrush he was still holding in the sink before wrapping his arms around my neck. His hands cradled my head, rubbing the buzzed-off hair of my crown. His head fell back onto his shoulders, giving me access to the sensitive skin under his jawline.
“You do it.”
I grunted, giving in. Pissed he was fighting me. I wanted obedience. I’d settle for compliance. What I didn’t want was defiance.
“One day, vato.”
“Maybe,” he muttered, stepping out of his underwear before pushing me into the shower.
Inside, he pushed me to my knees as he fisted his dick. “Suck it.”
Precum bubbled from the tip of his dick, and my mouth watered. I had to have it. Him. Whether I wanted to give him the upper hand. But… I’d give him his moment, then I’d have mine.
I leaned forward, swallowing him in one gulp. The mushroom head filled my throat, yet I forced myself to go further. I gagged around him, and he gripped the hair on the top of my head as he grunted and thrust into my mouth.
“I’m in charge.”
I shook my head, my teeth grazing his dick.
He moaned, and I smirked around the cock buried in my face.
“Do you remember your safe words? Hmm. Never mind. That pretty mouth is filled.”
He thrust into me again, holding himself in place and blocking off all my air. He eased off, and air rushed in.
“Taps it is. Do you understand?”
I tapped his leg, and his face bloomed. “Good. I’m sick of that bossy ass mouth of yours. I’m gonna teach you not to tease me like you did.”
My face screwed up in a scowl, and I shook my head again, as much as I could, anyway. His fist was still knotted in my hair. He held me in place, fucking into my throat over and over. The shower kept the snot, tears, and drool cleaned off, for the most part. Had we been in bed, he would’ve seen it all. He saw enough as it was.
“God, you look good on your knees. You take my dick so good, Papi.”
I bristled at the praise. This was his spot. Those words were mine. I needed him to fucking get with the program.
I didn’t mind sucking his dick. I fucking loved it. He abused my face and throat, and I’d be lucky not to have bald spots I’d need to shave my head to conceal, but I wanted him at my mercy.
I swallowed around him. Our gazes locked, but his head dropped back against the shower wall, and I caught sight of my weapon of revenge. I grabbed the bottle of lube. I fumbled it as he moved me over his dick, finally getting it open. I dumped some in my palm, coating my fingers. Thankfully, it was oil-based.
“Fuck! I’m close. Stroke yourself, Hayden.”
I shook my head, my fingers finding their way between his legs to tease his hole. Wasting no time, I worked him open, brushing his prostate in rhythm with his thrusts. My dick screamed for release, but I ignored it and redoubled my efforts to get him off.
“Goddammit. Fuck you!” he screamed, shoving his dick into my throat as he pulsed. Cum flooded my throat, and I pulled against his hold on my head so I could taste him. If I was going to be used as a cum dumpster, I was gonna get a taste for my efforts.
He fell back against the shower wall, my fingers sliding from his ass. Holding the last of his cum in my mouth, I stood and fed it to him as I ravaged his mouth. I fucked his face as he had mine and coated my cock with the lube I still held. Our tongues twined together, and electricity danced over my skin as I stroked myself.
Pulling from his mouth, I shoved his face into the wall and lined my cock up with his still twitching hole.
“If you don’t want to be rape-fucked, safe word now.”
His eyes opened, his gaze meeting mine. “Fuck you.”
“No, mi sumiso malcriado . Now, what’s your color?”
“Green, you fucking bastard.”
“Are you sure?” I asked because I didn’t want him giving in because he felt he had no options.
“Yes. I’m green. You wanted control so fucking bad, now use it. Fuck me already!”
I pressed forward, his ass protesting the invasion. After a few seconds, he opened for me. The spasms from his orgasm milked my cock, sucking me into him.
“Malcriado, you feel so damn good.”
He moaned, his head falling forward to rest against the tiled shower.
“If I didn’t love you so fucking much, I’d hate you. Fuck you.”
I ignored him, barely able to breathe as he enveloped me. His fingernails dug into my outer thigh as my cock bottomed out, my balls brushing the back of his. My head fell forward, resting against his crown.
“I love you, too.”
“We have to figure this out, Hayden, or we’re going to destroy each other.”
Two tops falling in love had to be the worst idea, but try as I may, I couldn’t bring myself to care. He reached into my soul and stole it, claiming it for his own.
Unable to respond, even though I wanted to, I moved. Air rushed in and out of us both, matching the rhythm of my cock. In. Out. In. Out. Over and over. I lost myself in the feeling of him around me, trying to block out the voice in my brain that warned me this wasn’t going to end well.
It wasn’t working.
The worry was still there, and as good as Declan felt, I couldn’t outrun it.
I placed kisses on his shoulder, up his neck, my lips sucking his earlobe, nipping at it. He moved to fuck himself on my cock, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Hayden,” he gasped, his walls milking me again, and I was powerless to stop it.
As I came, I whispered, “We will, vato. I swear to you, we’ll figure it out.”