FULL NOVELXO Now You’re Mine: Chapter 21
I’m brought out of sleep by a simple caress. It’s a light pressure on both my ankles before a pair of hands glides up my calves to settle on my thighs. I open my eyes to find Hayden kneeling in front of the swing. His gaze is bright with determination.
I gasp when he yanks my legs apart. “Hayden?” My voice is breathless… and excited?
He leans forward. His palms rest on my inner thighs, holding me in place. To prevent me from denying him.
He keeps his gaze locked on mine as he lowers his head and wraps his lips around my clit. He pulls it into his mouth with the perfect amount of suction, and his tongue swirls around the bit of flesh, making me moan.
His mouth moves against me hungrily, his hands coming up to cup my hips as he pulls me closer. His tongue is relentless in its explorations, devouring me until I groan and squirm beneath him, trying to get even closer. His grip tightens, bruising me in his efforts to keep me still.
He moves up and down, teasing me with gentle strokes and increasing the intensity until I’m panting for more. My fingers curl into fists as I try to hold on to something solid in order to keep from flying away with pleasure. I grip his hair and yank him closer. The added pressure from his mouth has me groaning.
Finally, when I think I can’t take any more, he slips two fingers inside me and begins to thrust in time with his mouth’s movements. The combination is too much. I cry out as an orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave crashes against shoreline rocks. My whole body shakes uncontrollably while Hayden continues to kiss and lick me until I’m limp with satisfaction.
He presses a kiss to my tattoo before sliding up my body, bringing our faces level once again. His lips hover just inches away from mine, his breath fanning across my skin like a summer breeze before finally pressing against mine in a passionate kiss that leaves me trembling with desire for more.
Then he’s gone.
Harper: Hey there, stranger. I’m not sure why you’re texting me on the university’s messaging system, but it’s cool. Here’s my schedule. See if we have any classes together. If not, make it happen 😉
Calista: Hi! I’ll see you for psychology.
Harper: Awesome. Maybe we’ll find out the reason why you’re so dick-stracted by Hayden.
Calista: 🙄 Pot / kettle.
Harper: Haha. True story. Anyway, when are you coming back? I’m not sure if I should ask, but… Any updates on the mystery box?
Calista: Not sure when we’ll be home. And not really. Hayden is convinced I’m in danger and that someone’s sending me a message. I have no idea why I’m involved. Can I ask a favor?
Harper: Duh. Go for it.
Calista: Can you ask your mom if she’s ever come across a drug that has a star symbol on it? Hayden thinks it could be a clue.
Harper: I’ll ask her. Okay, I’ve gotta run. Message me tomorrow. Xoxo
Calista: Will do. Xoxo.
Every day, I exchange texts with Harper.
Every day, Hayden sexes me up when I least expect it.
I’m not sure how many more orgasms I can take… said no woman ever. But this constant attention from him is beginning to wear me down emotionally. He’s licked my pussy in the cabana, finger-fucked me on the beach, and he ate me on the dining room table. He said, “You taste better than any fucking dessert. Sweeter, too.”
And those are just the highlights of his seduction crusade.
Back in New York, I told him no sex, and not once has he tried to sleep with me. How am I supposed to be upset with Hayden when he’s respecting the boundary that I set?
When I tried to argue that oral sex was included in the rule, he said that I hadn’t stipulated it in the verbal contract, therefore he wasn’t entitled to adhere to that.
“Lawyers,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head at his antics.
The water from the shower continues to pelt against my skin, clearing it of the sand and salt water from my swim earlier. I take my time washing my hair and body, using the solitude to organize my thoughts before I have dinner with Hayden. Immediately, my nipples harden, and heat gathers low in my belly.
Hayden is like a drug. He takes me higher than I’ve ever been, an out-of-body experience that nothing compares to. Like an addiction, I can’t think of him without wanting him, wanting that next hit of ecstasy, that next fix.
I close my eyes and slide my hand between my thighs to stroke my clit. The pleasure is instant, and I clench my teeth, stifling a groan. Hayden ruined me like he said he would. Just the thought of him and I’m aroused, my pussy wet and aching to be filled.
“What are you doing, Callie?”
At the sound of his voice, my finger stills, and I open my eyes. Hayden stands in the doorway, his gaze pinning me where I stand. I open my mouth, and nothing comes out, not even a denial. He’s caught me, plain and simple. I yank my arms to my sides.
“Don’t stop because of me,” he says. “I want to watch.”
I gently nibble on my bottom lip, unsure of what to do. His eyes narrow, his focus completely on my mouth. Then he’s striding toward me.
“What did I say about biting your lip?” he snaps.
Hayden’s energy pours off of him in waves, full of intensity. He yanks the shower door open and leaves it ajar to step inside, completely clothed. His black slacks and white dress shirt immediately become soaked. I stare at his chest, watching the material become translucent and cling to his skin, outlining the taut muscle underneath.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer me, but sinks to his knees. After gripping my thighs, he pulls them apart, his breath hissing between his teeth. “Such a pretty pussy. Touch yourself.”
His voice is deep, his tone raw, leaving no room for argument. I slowly drag my hand down until it’s between my thighs. He leans forward, so close his breath grazes my sensitive flesh, making me squirm. He watches intently, his gaze never wavering from me, and his fingertips dig into my skin with every circular motion.
I release the moan gathering at the back of my throat. Hayden briefly closes his eyes, inhaling, his chest rising.
“Faster,” he says.
For once, I’m happy to obey him. I quicken my pace, studying his face as I touch myself. He’s so beautiful. On his knees before me, Hayden looks at me as if I’m a goddess and his will is mine to bend.
He smiles. “That’s a good girl.”
My pussy flutters with his praise, and I groan, my orgasm looming. He presses a kiss on my tattoo, and then on my inner thigh, careful not to disturb me as I bring myself to the edge. After nuzzling my flesh, his breath whispers against my skin.
“Come for me. Hard.”
The air rushes out of my lungs in a tiny shriek. When my hips buck against my hand, he presses me hard against the wall, keeping me in place. I come, letting the exquisite sensation wash over me again and again until I’m spent, my head hanging.
Hayden licks his lips. “My turn.”
He leans forward and drags his tongue from my entrance up to my clit and back down again, tantalizingly slow so that I feel every bit of it.
“Oh, God,” I pant.
“That’s not my name.” Hayden runs his tongue up my slit again and then nips at my sensitive flesh. A prick of pain has me jerking, but his hands keep me in place. He looks up at me, his eyes smoldering with lust. “Say it.”
“Hayden,” I whisper.
He groans, the sound muffled by my skin. He moves back to my entrance and thrusts his tongue inside until my legs are shaking. “Again,” he commands.
“Hayden.” I’m louder this time, my voice more pleading.
His pupils contract, the black shimmering when he shoves two fingers inside me. The sudden penetration wrenches a gasp from me, but my body welcomes it, my pussy gripping him tightly. I grind down on his fingers, trying to create some friction, to get some relief.
“Beg me, Callie.”
I part my lips, but nothing comes out except a low wail. I need him to move, to give me what my body is screaming for. He twists his fingers, and I moan.
“I said, beg me.”
“Please.”
He adds a third finger, stretching and filling me. Then he slides them in and out, driving them deeper and faster each time. But when he puts his mouth on my clit at the same time, I lose it.
I grab his wet hair and shove his face between my legs until I’m feeling that delicious pressure from both inside and out. “Harder,” I grit out, digging my nails into his scalp.
For a second, I think I hear him laugh softly at my demand. Then he stops pleasuring me, but only to toss one of my legs over his shoulder. With the new position opening me up to him more, he dives back in, his mouth and fingers fucking me into oblivion.
I come all over his face.
My orgasm leaves me breathless, and it takes a while to recede. During that time, Hayden continues stroking me, slowly guiding me down from the intense high. However, when his gaze finds mine, it bores into me, his pupils blown wide with lust.
“Hayden?”
He rises, his hands sliding up my legs until they reach my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on my hip bones. He looms over me like a shadow, eclipsing my will until he’s in command.
“Kiss me. Taste yourself.”
His voice is dark, laced with power. I press my lips to his before swiping my tongue along the seam of his mouth.
He groans and thrusts against me, grinding his cock into my belly. I do this over and over, teasing and languishing until he’s shaking with impatience.
He reaches up to grip my jaw and forces my mouth open so he can claim it fully. The taste of me is salty on his tongue as he plunges inside, devouring me. After threading his fingers in my hair, he grips the strands tightly, making me arch into his touch. I wrap my arms around him as he overwhelms me and I sag against him, needing his support to remain standing.
Hayden breaks the kiss, his eyes wild. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
“You have me.”
“Do I?”
The question has my brows snapping together. He doesn’t mean physically. I run my gaze over him, taking in Hayden’s yearning for me, his need for my love. Have I truly forgiven him?
“Almost,” I say.
He drops his hands and takes a step back. Despite the steam all around us and the warm water hitting my body, I shiver. The iciness is back in his gaze, fighting for dominance against his desire.
“Almost isn’t enough,” he says.