Chapter 18
Willow Rogers
F uck it.
I'm giving in.
The heat in Jayden’s eyes penetrated my skin, striking my core and leaving my panties soaked.
I thought I could avoid the simmering attraction between us, but Jayden was right–not that I will ever tell him that. The consequences of fucking my best friend’s brother and the man I’m supposed to hate echo inside my head, yet I couldn’t care less.
I walk up the stairs, Jayden trailing behind me. I turn left, heading toward my bedroom, but he stops me.
Grabbing my hand, he leads me across the hallway into his room. I swallow, butterflies swarming in my stomach. I can’t be nervous, it’s Jayden.
I stare at the bed in the centre of the room, my eyes moving between Jayden’s desk and standing wardrobes. Everything about it screams Jayden: neat, tidy, with every item having its own place.
He drops my hand, closing the door behind him. “We need to talk before we start.”
I inhale, letting out a long breath. “Okay. What about?”
Jayden inches closer to me, I retreat from the space, but my knees collide with the bed, forcing me to collapse onto it. He towers over me, usually, I would fucking hate it. However, something is different.
“Things you like, things you don’t. Last time you let me touch you I degraded you. I apologise for not asking beforehand. Did you want me to–”
“No,” I interrupt. “I liked it. I actually had a–” I slam my hand over my mouth. Fucking hell. Jayden doesn’t need to know he fucks exactly the way I imagined he would–rough and controlling.
A smirk curls on his lips. “Keep going, Sweetheart.”
I shake my head, but he doesn’t like that. He leans closer, sliding his knee between my legs before pushing me onto my back.
I suck in a breath, trying to ignore my aching clit. I need Jayden to touch me. My gaze flicking between Jayden’s eyes and lips.
Jayden traces his fingers along my arm, stopping when they reach my neck.
The tension in the room is palpable, begging for one of us to snap.
Jayden’s hand flexes, the veins running up his right arm bulging, and I barely hold back a moan.
He wraps his hand around my neck, as if it were my personal necklace.
He leans closer. “I like to be in control during sex.”
His words are somehow flippant yet doused with heat. A moan is on the tip of my tongue as he drags his thumb along my pulse. The touch is gentle, and it has me fucking melting.
“If we are to do this, you have to trust me. And communicate if I ever do anything you don’t like.”
I take a deep breath, finding courage within me. “I had a sex dream about you a month ago. It was fucking hot.” The words fall out, leaving me breathless.
“Hmm. Is that so?” Jayden’s left hand traces circles over my shorts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide my arousal. “What did I do to you?”
I swear I’m burning from the inside out. I need Jayden to touch me properly because everything fucking aches. My breath hitches as his thumb presses against my covered cunt.
“You fucked me against the wall, called me your greedy slut.”
Jayden licks his lips while staring into my fucking soul. I’ve never been this turned on with anyone. Usually, I do all the work because men have no clue where the clit is, but I get the feeling that won’t fly with Jayden.
His words are low and demanding. “Take off that fucking bra. It’s been driving me wild for weeks.”
Pulling back from Jayden’s grip, I discard my sports bra, throwing it to the floor. I slide back toward the headboard, sinking into the soft mattress. He crawls between my legs, yanking my shorts off without even asking, leaving me in my seamless black panties.
I arch my back, searching for Jayden’s touch. I hate myself for being so desperate, but I’m not holding back any longer. His fingertips graze my stomach, the cool touch sending shivers up my spine.
I'm trembling when Jayden returns his hand to my neck, this time adding the smallest amount of pressure. God, I want this so fucking bad.
“Is this okay with you?”
I nod, fearing any word I utter will turn into a moan.
“Words, Willow. With the things I want to do to you, I will only take your words as consent.”
I inhale in a deep breath, which is harder than usual, as Jayden’s hand is still hugging my neck. “Yes. I like it.”
The last flickers of sunlight filter through the window above the bed, casting an angelic light over Jayden’s face. The smirk on his face, however, is straight from hell.
“I knew you would, Red. The perfect little slut for me,”
I gasp, jerking off the bed, hips searching for friction. Fucking hell. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am, but I can’t help it. Jayden’s controlling nature is becoming a turn-on on and with my history, that should be a warning sign.
“I want my own rules,” I say.
He releases my throat. “Continue,”
“We always use a condom and we don’t kiss on the mouth,”
“I agree with using protection, but–”
I cut him off. “Agree to both or I’m out. Sex is intimate enough with the addition of kissing.”
Jayden narrows his eyes. “Fine. Can I kiss your neck?”
I pause to think. Slowly, I nod. “That’s fine, but no visible marks.”
“Is there anything off the table? Any dislikes when it comes to sex?”
I furrow my brows. No one has ever asked me this before. I mean, no one has ever asked about my likes either, so I’m in uncharted waters here. “I don’t think so.”
Jayden groans. “You need to be sure,”
“Okay, I guess the only thing would be pain. Nothing extreme that could cause injuries.”
“Of course. I would never hurt you, Willow.” He pauses. “Pick a safe word. If you say it, I’ll stop.”
“Lavender." I pause. "What about your likes and dislikes?"
Jayden's jaw clenches, his hot gaze travelling over my body. I flush. He lowers himself, pressing his mouth below my ear.
"Right now, I want to tie you to my bed and fuck you until you tell me to stop."
I inhale sharply, pressing my legs together. God, that sounds fucking amazing.
"You like the sound of that, Sweetheart?"
"Yes,"
Jayden stalks to his bedside table, grabbing the box of condoms. He picks one out, placing the box next to his lamp.
He pulls his shirt over his head, and I shamelessly check him out. I didn't realise his tattoo extended to his chest, stopping on his heart.
I want to reach out and touch his abs, trailing my nails down to leave my mark. My restraint wavers as Jayden’s pants and boxers are next to go, leaving his hard cock on display.
He tears the foil packet open, covering his erection with the condom. Oh fuck. This is really happening.
Jayden climbs onto the bed, kneeling before me. Without warning, he runs his knuckles through my slit, I grab the cotton sheets, gasping as the intoxicating flames that burn inside me.
“Lift your hips, Red.”
“Say please.”
Jayden’s jaw tightens, and I revel in my ability to piss him off. I smile, raising my eyebrows. Just as I think he will beg, Jayden grabs my hips and yanks them off the bed.
Holy fuck.
“Stay still,” he grits.
I nod, panting. Jayden reaches for his dick, running it through my arousal. I moan, begging him to fuck me. Pleasure is coursing inside me, and I’d do anything he told me to do if he would–
“Fuck, Jayden.”
He doesn’t ask, he just takes, thrusting inside me. I clench around him, hips jerking up to meet Jayden’s continuous thrusts. A whimper escapes me as an orgasm builds from the base of my spine. This is what fucking is–intense and rough. And I love it.
Jayden pushes me against the bed, lowering his face next to my ear. His right arm shoots to my neck, wrapping around it before applying pressure. It isn’t much, just enough to introduce me to the sensation.
“Inside voices, Sweetheart. You don’t want our teammates to hear you moaning my name, do you?”
I shake my head, but low pants and moans continue to drip from my lips. Jayden slows his thrusts, coming to a halt. I whine–it’s fucking pathetic.
A vein bulges along Jayden’s forehead, and I relish in the fact he is suffering too. I clench my muscles around his throbbing cock, hoping to drive him closer to the edge.
I’m able to suck in another deep breath before Jayden tightens his grip on my neck. Blood rushes to my head, while my core is on fire. He lets go, and I focus on his eyes, with his head being inches away from mine.
“I told you. I’m in charge. You will come when I let you.”
I find my voice. “ Please .”
Jayden resumes a loose grip, running his thumb along my racing pulse. He dips his head to my breasts, teeth grazing my skin, causing me to jump.
How the fuck does he have this much control? Jayden hasn’t moved his cock despite my desperate pleas, leaving me on the edge of pleasure.
Finally, he pulls out and slams inside me. I can’t figure out what to focus on–the tattooed hand clinging to my neck, the bruises forming on my breasts, or my aching core that is begging for relief.
All the sensations collide as I tighten around Jayden’s dick. His thrusts are rough and unrelenting, bringing me closer to my orgasm. Fucking hell.
I’ve always been willing to try anything in the bedroom, but my partners never seemed as enthusiastic as me. Jayden, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants.
“Look at you, Red. Your pussy is taking me so well,”
A violent shock shoots up my spine, and I explode. My hips arch off the bed, and white flames course through my body. I moan, but Jayden covers my mouth with his hand.
Everything about this orgasm is intense and intoxicating. He didn’t even touch my clit, which is surprising because in the past, I needed it stimulated to even be close to my climax.
Jayden’s other hand skates down my body. He pauses his thrusts, and a whine leaves my covered mouth.
“Again, Red.”
Again? He wants me to come again. Is he delusional? I bite his hand, smiling as he yelps and pulls it away from my mouth.
“You little brat,” Jayden seethes, before fingers pinch my clit, and he slams back into me.
I suck in a breath. How the hell is he still going?
Jayden cages me in, dragging one hand over my hard nipples. I moan as the flames begin to grow once more. “Fuck.”
My body throbs, begging for another release. Everything is so sensitive, though, as soon as he circles my clit, I come again.
“Fuck, Sweetheart. Your cunt is addicting,” he says, groaning into my ear. “Are you nearly there? I’m about to come.”
I nod, quiet sobs falling from my lips as I let myself fall victim to the fire inside me. Jayden's grunts travel to my ear, and I can’t help but run my hand over his back, digging my nails into his shoulder blades. His body tenses, and I feel his cock jerk inside me.
Eventually, Jayden’s thrusts grow slower, his breath dancing across my neck. He pulls out and rolls off me. Jayden takes the condom off, carefully tying it before throwing it in the bin beside his bed. The room is silent, except for our ragged breaths.
My brain is going one hundred miles an hour as I process what just happened. I slept with the one person I told myself I never would, and more importantly, I fucked my best friend’s brother. Fuck. I’m a terrible friend.
He turns toward me. “Having regrets already?”
I laugh. “Nah, just thinking about your sister and how this probably makes me a terrible friend.”
Jayden blanches. “Please don’t bring Jazmine up when we are both naked. Besides, she doesn’t have a say in it. We’re consenting adults and that’s that.”
I roll my eyes, jumping when he touches my throat.
“The pressure wasn’t too much, was it? I was blinded by rage and trying not to blow my fucking load too quickly.”
I laugh. “It’s fine. I liked it.”
Jayden’s fingers continue to graze my skin, and my stomach drops. Usually, my no-kissing rule prevents emotional intimacy, but as he touches me, it feels as if he is reaching for my heart.
I fucking hate that I love it.
I clear my throat. “I think we should keep it between us for now. I know most boys on the team will figure it out eventually, but until then it’s a secret.”
Jayden’s jaw tenses, but he nods, nonetheless.
“Also, we’re exclusive. No fucking, kissing, or dating anyone else. If you find someone you want to go out with, tell me and we'll call it off.”
“Agreed. What about you?”
I glare at him. “It applies to me, too, but I don’t date anymore.”
Jayden’s face softens. Shit. Please don’t ask. I repeat this mantra until he replies.
“Neither do I.”
He doesn’t date? To be honest, I haven’t seen him date anyone since Allison. But if I were driving when my partner got killed in a car accident, I wouldn’t want to date anyone either.
I clear my throat. “Great, so we’re in agreement?”
“Yes,”
I sigh before leaning down to my armpit. “Jesus, I stink. I need a shower,”
I was already sweating from the training session, now I'm dripping in the scent of sex. I try to climb from the bed, but Jayden stops me. “I’m coming,”
I scoff. “No, you’re not.”
Jayden glares. “That’s not how this works. If we are doing this, you let me provide proper aftercare. I know we are usually at each other’s throats, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be cared for.”
My heart leaps. Jayden wants to take care of me? I need to lock these feelings in a cage, where they will never be found.
“Fine,”
We sneak into my room, utilising the shower in there. He doesn’t spare a single thing.
He washes my body, massages knots from my tense shoulders, and whispers pretty words against my skin.
I wish I fucking hated it. Every moment is intimate and domesticated. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?