The Wicked

I’m filled with nerves, but they’re the good kind that feel familiar – like when I first met Hayden, the rush and the risk he gave me because our relationship was a secret, and it’s terrifying. I want this, though. I want him. I know that now. Maybe I always did deep down, but now, it’s this blaring light I can’t look away from, an alarm bell going off in my head that I can’t ignore. No matter how scared I may be, if I let him walk away from me, if I let him go, if I don’t give this a chance, I’ll regret it forever.

I follow Hayden back to the hotel and we both give our cars over to the valet. There’s a thick, unavoidable cloud of tension over us as we walk through the hotel lobby to the elevator, and once we step on and the doors shut behind us, he’s on me. His mouth finds mine, and his hands slide to my ass to squeeze.

My core lights on fire for him, and I moan against his lips. He grinds his pelvis against mine, his cock already solid and bulging under his jeans, and it makes my stomach do flips that bring desire to my veins.

Sliding my hand between us, I stroke him over his pants, making him moan into our kiss as well. He pulls back, fire burning in his eyes when he looks at me, then he leans into my neck and kisses my skin.

Moisture pools between my thighs as I tip my head back to give him more room, and his hand threads into my hair to pull it out of his way. He uses his teeth, tongue, and lips to assault my neck, turning me red hot and needy in no time at all.

I moan breathlessly, squeezing his erection over his pants. “Hayden.”

He bites me hard, suctioning around the flesh above where my pulse is hammering, and I cry out in pleasure. After a moment, he pulls back. “I’m going to cover you in marks so everyone knows who you fucking belong to, Penelope.”

I grind my hips against his, then the doors open behind him as we reach the penthouse.

He lifts me quickly, and I wrap my legs around his waist before he carries me through the lobby to the front door. “Get my key from my pocket.”

Sliding my hand in the back pocket of his jeans, I pull out his wallet and slide the room key out, then I wave it over the sensor, and he pushes the door open. Throwing his wallet down on the table as we pass, I grab his face and kiss him hard enough that my teeth hit his, and he carries me through the suite until he reaches the master bedroom.

Hayden drops me down on the edge of the bed, then kisses down my neck again.

“Hayden,” I whimper, feeling desperate as I drop my head back. “I need you inside me right fucking now.”

He groans against my skin, then rips my clothes from my body one by one, tossing them to the floor. When I’m naked and needy in front of him, he takes a step back to look at me.

“Lie back, baby,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head. “Spread your legs and let me see all of you.”

I drop onto my back, but keep my gaze on him to watch him unbutton and unzip his pants, then I bend my legs and spread them wide. He groans low and deep, falling to his knees in front of me. Sliding his nose through my center, he breathes me in, sending electroshocks to my core. “So fucking pretty.”

He kisses through my pussy, making me moan and writhe beneath him, and when he pulls back, his lips are wet with my arousal. Grinning up at me, his hands slide to my hips and he pulls me farther to the edge of the bed. “Let’s see if I can still make you scream my name.”

My hands grip the comforter on the bed as his tongue slides through the lips of my pussy, over my clit to my entrance. He’s slow and calculating with his tongue, never pushing too far inside me, never putting enough pressure to send me rocketing toward my orgasm. I sit up in frustration and grab his hair. “Hayden, please.”

He chuckles against my pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure surging through my limbs. “So needy, Miss Leyton.”

I spread my legs farther, then push his face into my pussy. Sliding his tongue inside me, he moans, vibrations lighting up my center from the rumbling sound, and I grind against him. He squeezes my hips between his fingers, and I hope he’s leaving little bruises that will remind me of him when I look in the mirror. When he licks up to my clit, I cry out and roll my hips harder.

My hand pulls on his hair, and he groans against me once more, licking me hard and fast with a flattened tongue.

“Oh, God,” I cry, dropping my head back as euphoria cloaks me from head to toe. “Right there, H. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

When I feel my orgasm burning in my core, I grind against his mouth again, and he slides two fingers inside of me to fuck me with them ruthlessly.

I scream as I fall back, spreading my legs as far as they’ll go as he works between them to pull my orgasm from me, and when he starts making circles with his tongue, I soar over the edge. My legs turn solid on the bed as they convulse and my hips squirm against his face as my climax rolls through me in powerful waves.

“Hayden, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yell, grabbing the comforter between my fingers.

I moan and tremble on the bed as he continues to eat me, his own moans making his tongue vibrate against my clit. When my orgasm fades into whimpers and heavy breathing, he pulls fingers from inside me and kisses down my slit until I’m twitching and gasping for reprieve. “Hayden.”

He stands, sliding his pants down and kicking them off, then he climbs over me and paints my lips with my release as his gaze finds mine. “Open.”

As I part my lips, he slides his fingers against my tongue. “Suck.”

I suction around the digits, tasting my own release and moaning against his skin. When they’re clean, he pulls them from my lips, and I let them go with a loud pop. “Fuck me.”

His eyes are dark and filled with lust, his eyelids hooded and heavy. “Let me look at you for a minute.”

We lie there, our gazes colliding as he hovers over me, my chest heaving, and something inside of me shifts into place. Something I had been missing for so long, like a missing part of me that I’ve finally found my way back to.

Sliding my hand between us, I circle it around his thick cock, and he groans, his face morphing into pleasure. “P.”

I pump my hand, gripping him hard, and he twitches in my palm. “Fuck me, H. I need to feel you.”

Whatever resolve he’s holding on to slips, whatever part of him that’s trying to be soft with me dissipates, and he sits up and pushes my hand away. He shoves my legs further apart, then grabs his dick and positions himself at my entrance. Flexing his hips, he pushes inside, just a few inches, and I curl my back. “Hayden, more.”

With his gaze between my legs, he watches my pussy swallow his cock whole, as he pushes in another inch. He doesn’t say anything, just moves slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me, then his eyes find mine again. I’m panting and grabbing the sheets as he fills me, and he smirks.

“Look at you,” he groans, sliding his hands to my nipples and pinching. “Spread out for me, taking my cock so well.”

He pumps his hips slowly, and I moan, reveling in every sensation he’s pulling from my body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he moans, then pulls out and pushes back in. “So gorgeous filled with my dick.”

One of his hands moves from my nipple to my neck, and he turns my head to the side to admire the marks he left on my skin in the elevator, then he rolls his hips between my legs as he pinches the mark, making me whimper. “You feel so good inside of me, like this is what I was missing all along.”

His hand slides to my jaw, and he turns my head back to bring my gaze to his. “I love you.”

Sitting up, I roll my hips against his and kiss his mouth. “I need you to fuck me like you hate me.”

He pumps his hips, shaking his head slightly. “How about I fuck you like I love you this time around?”

When I moan against his mouth, he pushes me down by my throat, then he falls down with me, bucking his hips brutally between my legs. I scream, and he grabs my jaw again to hold my face against his. The sounds of our fucking fill the room as he mercilessly slams into me over and over, our gazes crashing together like magnets that just can’t let go of each other.

“Tell me you love me,” he moans, squeezing my jaw as his cock impales me.

I feel my second orgasm building, moans and cries scratching against my throat. “I love you.”

He grunts loudly. “Goddamnit, baby. I’m gonna fucking come already.”

My body burns, and I roll my hips to add to our friction as my fingers find my clit between us. He moans when my pussy tightens around him, and I feel my climax coming as his cock pulses inside of me.

“Come, Hayden,” I whisper against him, my muscles clenching and burning. “Please. Fill me.”

He groans, fucking me hard enough that the bed hits the wall as he starts to spill, then I’m right there with him, squeezing his cock with my pussy and digging my fingers into his shoulder. Everything around us falls away, white light fills my vision, and nothing else exists besides our shared climax. My entire body shakes against his, and he leans down to secure his teeth around the flesh at my neck. I scream, knowing he’s marking me again, the thought of being claimed making everything burn hotter.

When we’ve both finally fallen lax together in a pile on the bed, our chests heave, and I run my hands down his back to make him twitch.

“I’ll never let you go again,” he breathes into my neck, and a smile touches my lips.

“Good, I don’t want you to.”

I wake up deep into the night, the moon still hanging high in the sky through the windows on the side of the room, and Hayden is sitting up in bed, looking at me.

His bare chest is rising and falling slowly as he watches me sleep, and when he realizes I’m awake, he smiles before he leans down to kiss my forehead. “Hi.”

“Can’t sleep?” I ask, rolling onto my side to curl against his warm body.

“Just thinking,” he answers, wrapping a hand in my hair.

“About what?” My eyes find his through the darkness.

“I want to marry you,” he says, pulling my head back so he can kiss me briefly. When he pulls back again, he’s grinning. “I want you to have my last name. I need to know that you’re mine forever.”

This man is fucking crazy from his head to his toes.

I chuckle, putting a hand on his cheek. “We’ve only been back together for a couple hours.”

“Who cares?” He rolls me onto my back and fits himself between my legs. “When have we ever given a shit about being traditional? This is what I want.”

I shake my head. “You’re nuts.”

He laughs, leaning down to kiss my chest. “You know I always get what I want, P. Give it time.”