Chapter 25
Willow Rogers
T he blinding strobe lights flash throughout the room, music pounding in my ears. The team was down to celebrate after our first win back from the Christmas break, even Jayden agreed, surprisingly.
Lakewood had a shutout victory, meaning Miami, our opposing team, didn’t score any goals. And on top of that, we scored four goals.
Jayden ended with two, me with one, and Sam with the other. It was a great fucking game.
Now, I’m sipping alcohol and doing my best to smother the flames that Jayden ignites inside me. Over the break, we broke the rules. It was only once, while babysitting Daisy, but every part of me wanted to kiss him during the New Years Eve countdown.
I didn’t go to the beach party with Jaz and Theo, as well as some of our old high school friends. Instead, we sat inches away from each other in his treehouse, neither of us bothering to hide the fact that we were staring at each other’s lips.
These dangerous desires are fucking with my head, yet part of me wants to dance closer to the flames that explode when we are together.
I promised to avoid men, not wanting to expose my heart to being shattered again, but something about Jayden is different.
I sip on my drink, nodding as Cooper tells me something about his class. To be honest, I’m not paying attention to him. I’m searching the crowd for the person I wish I could avoid.
My breathing stalls, muscles tensing as I spy a woman trying—and failing—to flirt with Jayden. My teeth clench, watching as this woman places a hand on Jayden’s shoulder.
Something inside me snaps. It doesn’t matter that Jayden’s body tenses, and he is stepping back from her touch.
“Sorry, Cooper. We’ll talk later.”
I stalk across the room. Red, hot jealousy courses through my veins as I pull Jayden further away from the brunette’s touch. He is surprised when I step in front of him.
Jayden won’t be fucking with anyone other than me. “Get lost,” I grit. “I licked it, so he’s mine.”
I turn, wrapping my arms around his neck. Jayden’s pulse races beneath my touch, urging me on. I bring him closer to my mouth and–oh, God. I want to kiss him. Again.
I want to mark my territory, so everyone knows who he belongs to. Fuck. I have never felt this way with any other guy.
Before I can make a massive mistake, I move my mouth over Jayden’s jaw. My lips linger, trailing his neck to leave short kisses in its wake. I don’t give any warning before my teeth graze his neck.
“Fuck, Willow.” He moans.
My tongue darts out, circling the purple bruise that is forming on his skin. I hum, appreciating not only my mark, but the fact that I have Jayden at my mercy. His hands shoot to my waist, squeezing as if to tattoo his own mark.
Reality crashes into me. I staked my claim, publicly , on him. Fuck. What have I done? The brunette disappeared, clearly not wanting anything to do with me. Good riddance.
With wide eyes, I flick up to Jayden’s face. An arrogant smirk has fallen onto his lips, green eyes turning molten.
Jayden ducks closer to me, his breath dances across my ear. “You look hot when you’re jealous, Sweetheart.”
“I wasn’t—”
Jayden’s right hand rushes to my neck, and I lock onto the bulging veins in his arms and the ink that has been etched into his skin. Fuck. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache. I fucking love when he man-handles me.
“Don’t deny it, Red.” Jayden’s eyes drop to my thighs. I didn’t think it was possible, but his smirk grows wider. “Your cunt is dripping for me, isn’t it? Needing the relief only I can provide,”
I will not moan. I will not—
Jayden nips at my neck, and a moan tumbling from my lips. The rules don't matter anymore if the matching marks our pulse point’s share is anything to go by.
“Let’s go, Willow.” He growls. “Before I make you come in front of everyone at the party,”
Oh, fuck. My pussy flutters at Jayden’s words. I melt at his rough grip, as we weave through the crowd, making our way up the stairs towards Jayden’s bedroom.
Once we enter his room, Jayden’s grip slides to my ass as he dips his lips to my ear.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“I’m not drunk. I can consent,” I say, grabbing onto his biceps and digging my nails into his tan skin.
Jayden muffles a groan. All I want is to grind against his crotch, chasing any relief for my blazing core.
He pulls back, seizing my chin between his fingers. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,”
“Good. Are you up for trying something new?”
My breath catches, stomach churning with lust. “What do you have in mind?”
Over the past month, we have been exploring new things, which has been fun. I like how adventurous Jayden is in the bedroom. Much better than any other partner I’ve had, but I won’t tell him that.
“Remember when we talked about bondage?” he says, dragging his fingers down my neck, pausing above my hard nipples.
A small groan escapes. “You want to tie me up?”
“If you’re okay with that,”
“Can we start with only my arms? I don’t like the idea of not being able to move my body.”
“Of course. What’s your safe word?” He asks, drawing circles with his thumb on my nipple over my sheer top and lace bra.
“Lavender,” I moan, my breath turning into ragged pants.
Touch me is on repeat in my brain. Finally, Jayden decides we can continue.
“Strip and position yourself in the middle of the bed,” his voice low and rough. The demanding tone has become my new favourite thing. Well, in the bedroom at least.
He disappears into his closet while I listen to his instructions. Once I’m lying on his bed, I rub my thighs together. Arousal pooling between my thighs, with my clit begging to be touched.
Fuck it.
I skim my hand down my body, using two fingers to circle my sensitive clit. My back arches, a moan escaping. My orgasm builds at the base of my spine, every touch edging me closer to my climax.
“Did I say to start without me, Red?”
Jayden barrels towards me, grabbing the hand touching my pussy and tying it to his metal headboard with one of his game day ties.
I groan, the flames disappearing from inside me. He doesn’t waste any time, tying my other hand up as well. I tug my wrists slightly. I'm never going to look at his ties again without imagining us naked.
Jayden leans over me. “Not too tight?”
“No, it’s good.” My gaze falls down his body. “Why aren’t you naked?”
An arrogant smirk curves on his mouth. “You’re not in charge here, Sweetheart. But if you beg, I might take my shirt off just for you,”
Just. For. Me.
I lick my lips. “I don’t beg men for anything,”
Jayden swoops closer to me, invading my space. His tattooed arm slips around my neck, while his left hand cups my pussy. The contact forces a whimper from my lips.
“Not men, Red. Me. I’m the only one who knows exactly how to touch your needy cunt,”
I groan at his words. Fuck, I love his mouth. “Please, I want to see you.”
In an instance, he strips off his shirt, pants, and boxers. My eyes heat, taking in his toned muscles and hard cock. I wet my lips, wanting nothing more than Jayden to fuck my face.
I’m about to ask, when he positions himself between my thighs.
He starts at my neck–nipping, kissing, biting his way down my body.
There goes another rule. I didn't want any marks visible, but now I need everyone to know that he is mine.
I lift my hips, searching for contact between our bodies, but he shuts it down immediately.
His left arm lands on my lower abdomen, pressing me into the mattress. “Stay still. You will only take what I give you.”
My head falls back, hitting the pillow. The cotton sheets are soft against my skin, and I melt into them.
“Since you started without me, I’m going to punish you.”
I inhale, oxygen filling my entire body. Oh fuck. Why do I like the idea of that? So many thoughts are swirling around my brain that I don’t realise Jayden has moved until his face is inches from mine.
“Breathe, Willow.”
I exhale at his command. I didn’t even realise I was holding my breath, too excited or worried about the punishment.
“Safe word?” He asks.
“No. I’m fine. Keep going,”
He eyes me cautiously, but nods. “How do you feel about edging?”
“Good,” I repeat.
Jayden accepts my answer, moving towards my pussy once again. He takes his time, brushing his lips against my skin, as if he was savouring me. He opens my legs wider, placing every part of me on display.
“I’m going to edge you three times,” he says. “Remember: say lavender and I will stop immediately.”
“I understand,”
I realised early on that Jayden prefers verbal answers rather than nods. It’s something I’ve grown to like about sex between us. There is never any grey area. It’s either yes or nothing happens.
Without another warning, Jayden places his head between my thighs. His tongue glides over my clit, eliciting a moan. It never wavers in intensity, causing pleasure to rush up my spine.
“Fuck, Jayden.”
He hums into my pussy, as if it was his favourite meal. Jayden moves two fingers to my entrance, pushing them inside at an excruciatingly slow pace.
My legs tremble, with every other muscle in my body tightening, begging for a release.
“ Please ,” the sound is barely a whimper.
It only takes a moment, but every sensation floats from my body. He removes his fingers, and I groan, as my potential orgasm disappears.
I pull my head off the pillows, looking down at Jayden, who has a stupid smirk on his lips.
“You’re lucky my arms aren’t free, otherwise I would suffocate you with my cunt.”
Jayden chuckles–it’s rough and sexy, the sound crashes over my skin, travelling to my clit. He lowers himself back down, running his thumb down my slit. My hips jerk in response, seeking any type of pressure.
“You can suffocate me anytime. Death by your pussy would be the best way to go,”
Jayden doesn’t say anything else before devouring me. He teases me, coaxing me closer to my pleasure. Yet, once again, I never reach it.
The only thing keeping me sane is the fact that he seems to be struggling too. Sweat drips from his forehead, pre-cum coats the tip of his cock. Good. I hope the asshole is suffering.
By the time Jayden finishes the third and final part of my punishment, I’m overly sensitive and begging for an orgasm. My body is covered in sweat, while my arousal is dripping down my inner thighs.
“You did so well, Sweetheart,” Jayden says, reaching across the bed to his side table. He pulls out a condom, not hesitating to slide it over his dick.
“How are you doing?” He asks, positioning himself at my entrance.
He doesn’t move any further, waiting for my response. I tug at the ties around my wrists.
“Can you take these off? I want to touch you,” I plead.
Jayden groans, reaching over me to untie the knots. Once they are off, I twist my wrists in a circle. Jayden’s eyes flash, worry consuming them. He tries to see the slight bruise forming, but I grab his neck before he can. Dragging him closer to me, I nip at the skin below his ear.
“Fuck. Me.” I pant.
Jayden’s moans float into my ear as he thrusts inside me. The bedroom is consumed by our pants and moans, as well as the wet slaps of our bodies colliding.
Every muscle is wound so tight I could explode at any moment, and Jayden isn’t far behind me by the looks.
“Harder. I’m going to–”
The fire washes through me, my cunt clenching around Jayden’s cock as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. He goes deeper inside me, holding our bodies as close as possible. A sob slips from my lips, the tension continuing to unravel inside me.
“Fuck, Willow.” He pants, his breath grazing my neck.
His cock jerks inside me, filling the condom with his release. Jayden’s thrust slowed, eventually coming to a halt.
We remain where we are, our bodies still connected. I’m clinging onto Jayden for dear life, despite knowing this moment has to end.
Jayden rolls off me, tying and discarding the condom in the trash. He comes back to bed, lying next to me for a moment.
“We should’ve done this in your room so we could move to the shower,” Jayden says.
I huff out a laugh. “The music is still playing, I’m sure everyone is distracted enough for us to sneak in. But I can’t move for another five minutes. I think you made me see heaven,”
It’s Jayden’s turn to laugh. “Knowing us, it was probably hell.”
I smile, basking in the post-orgasm haze for a little longer.
Jayden opens the door slightly, checking if anyone is in the upstairs hallway. If people listen to the rules, no one except for our teammates should be up here.
“Coast is clear. I’ll grab towels, and we can wrap them around us.”
After wrapping the towels around our bodies and checking the hallway once more, we sprint out of Jayden’s room and into mine. Our laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls. Everything feels so easy with him these days, he has become a home I didn't know I needed.
He leads me into the bathroom, running the taps to fill the bath. When I first saw I had one, I thought I would use it more than I do. Apparently, I have no time to do anything other than shower.
“Come on,” He says, signalling me to get into the bath.
I listen to him, shrugging off my towel before sitting down. A moan falls from my lips, the warm water flowing over my body. My eyes flick shut, leaving me to focus on the relaxed state my body is in.
“Mmm. That’s nice,” I mumble. I open my eyes, glancing across to Jayden. “Why aren’t you getting in?”
“This is for you.”
I roll my eyes. Jayden and his aftercare. I never cared about it before Jayden, as it was easier to detach from someone.
“Get in,” I say.
He chuckles but slides into the bath behind me. His semi-hard dick nudges my ass, but it doesn’t stop me from leaning against him.
It only lasts a moment, with Jayden gently moving me forward. He pumps my body wash into a loofah and slowly washes my back.
I inhale, avoiding the way my breath hitches and stomach flutters from his intimate touch.
“You know, I haven’t thanked you for giving me this room.”
The loofah stops moving against my skin, and Jayden tenses behind me. “How did you know that?”
“Coach told me. I thought he was the one who gave me this room, but apparently that was all on my captain.” I say, facing his body.
A faint blush covers Jayden’s cheeks. Did I make him blush? I shouldn’t, but I love that I bring that reaction out of him.
“Are you feeling okay?” Jayden asks.
A sigh of relief leaves my mouth. I melt into Jayden’s body once more. “Yes,”
I feel perfect. Your touch feels perfect. Everything feels fucking perfect.
It’s moments like these that are helping patch my heart up, and as much as I want to hate him for it, I can’t. I’ve been down this rabbit hole before, and it ended in disaster.
What the fuck am I going to do?