Chapter 14 #2
I wrap my arms around his neck as soon as they’re free, and caress the column of his neck, enjoying the tickling sensation of his hair against my palm. My touch makes him shiver and come out from whatever spell he’s under.
Haden blinks a couple of times, and then his eyes roam between my face and my chest as if undecided about which part of me he wants to taste first.
I guess the decision is made when he leans in and nibbles at where my shoulder meets my neck. I bend my head to make it more accessible for him.
He uses his body to push mine backward, while his hands move from my arse to my back to take some of my weight off me.
I let my hands slide from around his neck to his biceps. I’m eager to do some exploring of my own, to know how Haden feels under my fingers. To make sure that once this beautiful summer storm between us passes he can’t forget me.
He keeps leaning in until he has full access to my upper body. He moves one of his hands to the centre of my back while the other moves from my side and then up until his fingers are close to my nipples.
I hold my breath, waiting for him to caress them, but instead, he plays with the skin around them, and the more he fiddles with them, the more they stiffen and beg for his touch.
“I’ve been dreaming of another taste of you since our first kiss.”
“Me too. That thought has shadowed all others,” I say, just before a whimper leaves my lips as he squeezes one of my nipples between his fingers.
“I’m glad to hear that.” He leans in closer and whispers in my ear. “I’m not going to stop until we’re both satisfied.”
He makes it sound like a threat, but what I hear is a promise.
Haden takes the nipple closer to his hand between his index and middle finger, and pinches it until I’m moaning while walking the fine line between pain and lust.
“Angel, nothing would make me happier than hearing you screaming in pleasure,” Haden says before taking my mouth in a bruising kiss and making me moan.
The sound reverberates in the otherwise silent room, and surprises me still.
Haden pulls back and his smile becomes feral, while my heart inside my chest beats to the rhythm of take me. “Angel, don’t be too loud,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, and I bite my lips to satisfy his request.
Angel… The endearment nearly makes my heart explode into million pieces of joy. I nod, ready and eager to leave myself to his expert hands.
As soon as I agree, he’s back to making my body sing. His fingers resume their exploration of my chest, and they play with my nipples and caress my muscles until I’m a quivering mess. After a while, my nubs feel all puffy and sensitive, and I’m close to losing my mind.
When my moans try to escape, I push one of my fists against my lips to stop them.
When Haden’s fingers disappear, I whimper in protest until his lips close against the pebble, sucking hard.
I sob in pleasure against my hand, and I tighten my grip on his biceps to keep myself from falling apart, leaving the indent of my nails on his tattooed skin.
One day I’ll lick all his tattoos, and he’ll come undone under my tongue.
Nothing has ever felt as good as being in his arms and him feasting on me. I want more… so much more.
“Haden…” My head falls backward as I moan his name and writhe in pleasure, and he keeps playing with my sore nipple while my erection pushes against my boxers begging to be free. Begging for his hand to wrap around it.
The sound is too loud in the otherwise silent house and I push my fist harder against my mouth to stop myself from making too much noise. I want to please Haden, as much as he’s pleasing me.
Haden doesn’t stop, but instead moves to the other one, and gives it the same wonderful treatment.
The only thing I’m able to do, while I bite my own hand, is clutch at his arm and take the ecstasy he’s showering on me.
With one last suck that makes me push against his mouth in delirious pleasure, he lets go of my too sensitive nub, and pulls back to admire his work.
I want to protest, but the feral smile from before comes back into play and makes my body shiver in anticipation.
Haden reaches for the waistband of my trousers, two fingers sliding inside to touch my skin, and my heart hammers in my chest. “Raise this plump beauty,” he says while caressing my arse.
As soon as I obey, he slides my trousers under me, and my boxer-clothed arse and bare legs are now in contact with the counter.
Haden plays with the waistband of my boxers, and with the back of his hand he caresses my skin and my trail of hair, while my dick strains to reach that playful hand to be stroked.
“Angel are you ready for more?”
“Yesssss.” My reply becomes a sob when his hand wraps around my erection and gives it a tentative stroke that nearly sends me to the moon.
That’s the only warning I have before he takes me firmly in his hand, and he doesn’t start slowly, instead his rhythm is fast, as if his need for me is overtaking him.
“You feel so good,” he says against my skin, and then bites the tendon in my shoulder while squeezing my dick in his hand, and I sob in bliss and want.
Haden leans towards me until his forehead is resting on my shoulder. “Oh, baby boy, I can’t wait to see you coming for me.”
Another stroke, and I sob, “Please make me come.” I let my head fall onto his shoulder, and I trail my hand from around his biceps, down his chest, until I reach the trail of hair. I use my nails to scratch at it, and I smile when Haden’s abs tremble.
“Oh, Jay.”
That’s all I need to push my hand in, and I don’t stop until I reach him. I use my fingers to spread the liquid from the tip, and give the gland some love. Then I wrap my hand around his girth and with a tentative stroke, I spread it down his length. I love the soft growl that leaves Haden’s lips.
His patience must be at its limit because he pulls away the hand still caressing my back and reaches for his boxers, pushing them down and freeing his erection. And what a sight it is—long, thick, and angry red with need.
“I need you,” he says, pushing his erection against mine, and my body tingles in anticipation.
I want him as much as he wants me.
Haden pushes my hand away and steps in closer until our cocks are touching. He takes us both in his hand, and slides his hand up and down as if testing how it feels. When his hand stops he moves his hips slowly, sliding against me and making me whimper with need.
The contact with his hot erection feels like a burn, that morphs into a hunger only coming will quench.
“Oh Angel, you are so damn alluring.” That’s when his hand sneaks behind me and pulls me closer against his erection.
I’m not afraid of falling because his body is there to welcome me, but I wrap my legs around his hips so I can push against his arse to get him even closer.
His magic fingers work the head of my cock, rubbing against my gland, the most sensitive part of me. Once he has me trembling in need, he uses his palm to spread the precum over my full length and make it easier to rub against each other.
Feeling his cock against mine makes me moan, even more when Haden groans against my skin, his warm breath brushing the fine hair on my neck and sending shivers down my back.
He returns to a slow rhythm, maybe sensing I’m getting close to the finish line. That drives me crazy, because it’s not enough.
Then suddenly it’s like he loses the grip on his control, and he moves his hand faster and faster.
In the silence following this storm Haden is stirring up in me, I’ll be a different man.
I wrap my own hand around our tips, just above Haden’s.
While he strokes us, I concentrate on the tips, giving some love to our glans, and heightening our passion and need for each other a little more.
Our breaths become harsher and harsher the more we stroke each other. I want to keep looking, but the mounting pleasure is impossible to stop.
“Angel, I’m so close.”
“Me too…” The words morph into a moan of desire when my legs shake and I come all over my hand and Haden’s cock.
Pride spreads inside me when I hear Haden’s growl against my neck, and his teeth graze my skin.
Then his cum fills my hand, and trickles down our lengths.
I love the feeling of him trembling against me while his body is taken by the pleasure I’m giving him.
Our breaths are the only sound in the room while we come back from our heights. The way he pulls me close and takes my weight onto him is different from the encounters I’ve had until now. What my life has been up until now.
I shake my head, chasing away those thoughts that don’t belong here with us. Instead, I focus on the sensation of Haden against me, his hand caressing my back while he nips at my shoulder as if he doesn’t want to let me go.
Nothing matters right now but him and me, even if it’s only temporary.
After a while, when the pleasure is gone but not forgotten, Haden’s body leaves mine, and I turn my head to watch him. His arse is in full view, and it looks magnificent. I want to touch it. I want more, much more.
Haden takes a few tissues and cleans himself in a few quick strokes and pulls his boxers up. He walks back to me, our eyes linked and never wandering away. When he’s close, he cleans my body and my hand, gentle touches that nearly break me, because no one has ever taken care of me after.
I use my arm to cover my eyes until I’m sure the tears won’t fall. When I remove it, he leans in and lands a kiss on my lips, a sweet and undemanding one, more like a thank you than to ignite passion again.
Once I’m dry, Haden pushes against me a bit more, slides his hand under my arse, and pulls me up, then he takes a step back and slowly lets me down.
His body rubbing against mine makes me shiver, and raises goosebumps when the touch lingers. My feet touch the floor and I lean back to look at him. I like that dreamy look he’s wearing now, very much.
Haden kneels to pull my trousers up and I adjust my boxers. Once he’s done, he chains me between his arms, and rests his chin on my shoulder, his hot breath moving my hair. I’m in heaven.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and before I can say anything he leans in and kisses me.
I accept the kiss as if I’m accepting water. I nod and smile.
He goes back to the sink and gets two glasses of water, then hands one to me. I drink it fast, as though I’ve been in a desert for days instead of having sex with the most amazing man I’ve ever had the luck to meet.
“Thank you for offering me a job and allowing me to stay here.” It’s out of the blue, and I’m not sure why I say it, and I’m not sure who’s more surprised. Maybe it’s because I’m glad I’ll get to be with him for a while.
He pushes back, putting some space between us, and now that the moment of surprise is gone, he’s frowning down at me. “Did you do this out of obligation?” Anger, horror, and mostly sadness play a part on his face.
I look at him, unable for a moment to process his words, my brain still full of endorphins.
When they hit, they spread like oil, freezing my body and creating a sour taste in my mouth.
So different from Haden’s taste, refreshing and flowery.
I fight, with all my might, the tears threatening to fall.
“I would never…” Even if I don’t want to, my voice cracks.
I focus on taking a deep breath, and force myself to continue.
“I did it because I wanted to, because I like you.”
“Thank fuck,” Haden whispers, and relief soaks his voice, and somehow that makes everything better.
Eyes shining with joy fill my vision and my mouth curves in a smile of its own volition.
He leans in and plants a sweet kiss against my lips, and I happily reciprocate.
He takes the glass out of my hand and places it on the counter, and then takes my hand in his and walks out of the kitchen.
I follow him through the living room, and down the corridor until we reach my room, while pinching myself so I believe it’s not a dream. In front of the door, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me once… twice… three times. I meet his lips every single time because it’s never enough.
“I wish we could spend the night together, but…” His face is apologetic, but there’s no need for it. Haden has given me more in these moments we just spent together than others have done in months.
I interrupt him by placing my fingers against his mouth. “Arianna always comes first.”
“Thank you for understanding.” He leans in for another long kiss that leaves me breathless even after he’s left.
A kiss that I take to bed with me, and into my dreams.
As I also take with me his gaze full of lust and joy, and the promise I’ll be in his arms again.