by S. J. Sylvis
I felt desperate to get things moving, my body still burning from earlier, but he was right. I wanted to savor this.
Christian’s hands found the button of my jeans, and with the flick of a finger, he managed to unbutton them and began pulling the zipper down. I angled my butt up, almost panting as he shimmied them off my legs. His hand traveled up the inside of my thigh, and shivers broke out on every inch of my skin. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, and I pulled his face closer, our lips melding together to the point that I was in a state of bliss.
His mouth did that to me.
It made me forget everything bad in the world. His kisses were full of good and love. I felt loved.
“What are you doing?” I asked as Christian pulled himself up and peered down at me.
“I like you like this. Hot but beautiful. Wild but tamed.” I all but combusted when he dipped down to kiss me again. His lips were warm and gentle, but his hands were all over my body. I arched my body up to his when he broke our kiss. His mouth quickly descended down to my belly. He pulled my shirt up and over my head, and I shivered. His warm whisper brushed against my skin. “Are you cold?”
A harsh laugh fell out of my lips. “No. I’m hot. Really, really hot.”
I felt him smile along my torso as he began trailing kisses over my hips and legs. Once his warm breath hit my center, I felt my body tighten. Things wound up in my body that hadn’t been wound in a long time. Maybe never. I’d never felt like this. I was vulnerable and at his mercy. I gave him all the control, and I liked it that way.
Christian slowly moved my underwear to the side with his finger, and the slip of his tongue had me bucking up to meet his face. The warm lapping he did caused a familiar pressure to build, and all I wanted was more.
“Christian.” My voice was more like a dog panting, but I didn’t care. Us here, in this treehouse, was everything. Nothing else mattered. Him and me. That was it.
Christian shushed me as his finger found its way inside of me, and with the mix of his warm mouth, I was left breathless. It didn’t take long for ecstasy to wash over my body. I muttered something as I came, but I had no idea what.
I pulled myself up onto my elbows, and I felt a fire burning me from the inside out. Christian was right. I was being wild. I’d had sex before, but not like this. It was purely driven from passion. It felt like the last several weeks were some sort of foreplay. Christian in my room at night, listening to his breathing. The small touches he’d give me. The shared kisses full of fragility and denial.
I descended on him like a cat on its prey. I kneeled in front of him, both of us on our knees, and my hands found his shoulders. I pushed him back lightly and straddled his lap, my hair falling down to his shoulder as I bent my head and laid my lips on his. His tongue flicked mine as his fingers unclasped my bra. He palmed my waist and moved my body over his jeans, scratching at the fabric of my wet underwear. My body grew even hotter as our tempo picked up and Christian’s breathing was fast and loud. I stopped moving my hips for a moment, his eyes scorching me as I crept down his body and found the button of his jeans.
“Hayley,” he groaned, throwing his head back.
“Shh.” His pants were down quickly with his help, and as soon as my hand inched inside his briefs, he let out a groan. I moved my hand up and down him slowly, enjoying the show of watching him let his guard down. I almost couldn’t take it. I felt a buildup in my own body just by watching him. Brooding, hot Christian who never showed his emotions was letting go. He was letting me work his body, getting lost in my touch, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I pumped my hand up and down a few more times before my mouth found him.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, straining against my lips. His hand found my head, and he wove his fingers through my hair as my mouth bobbed. Why is this so hot? My core was tight, and I almost wanted to reach my fingers down to get my own release as I gave him his.
But Christian didn’t let me get too far. Instead, he grabbed onto my biceps and pulled me to his face. He wore a carnal look, his jaw taut, his eyes hooded as he trailed his gaze to my naked chest and legs. Suddenly, I was whipped around, and he was back on top. The fabric of my panties was ripped down my legs and thrown somewhere in the treehouse.
“Hayley.” Christian’s voice was gravelly, and I felt it all over my skin. “I’m going to ask you something, and all I want is for you to give me a simple answer, and then we’re never going to talk about it again. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered back.
“Are you a virgin?”
My heart stopped. I swallowed before I answered him. “No.”
I couldn’t read his expression. There was a small tick of his eye, but that was it. I knew he wasn’t a virgin—that much was made clear the first day I stepped foot into English Prep.
“So, I don’t have to go slow and gentle?”
My mouth curved. “Don’t you dare.”
And just like that, his mouth was back on mine, but this time, it was urgent and hungry. Our mouths tore into each other like our lives depended on it.
I felt his slick skin at my entrance as we moved up and down. Before things got too heated, he snagged his jeans and pulled out a condom. I watched in awe as he slipped it on, nervous excitement blooming in my chest.
He was back on top of me within a second, and I spread my legs wide, locking onto his eyes. It took a little while, but once he was inside, I finally let my breath out.
“Is this okay?” he asked, towering over me.
I nodded slowly, pivoting my hips up to get a better angle. “Perfect.”
“You are,” he whispered, moving in and out of me slowly. “You are perfect.” He bent his face down to mine and kissed my forehead, but soon, his slow thrusts turned into fast, hard ones. I matched his body and met him with each stroke. I felt all my worries wash away. I felt all my insecurities disappear. My hard exterior turned soft with each touch of our lips. I finally felt, after five dreadful years, I was safe.
The pressure built up inside of me, and I withered underneath Christian. His tempo picked up, my back arched, and as soon as his lips touched my neck, I reached my limit. My hands squeezed his biceps as I braced myself for the fall, and not a second later, he paused on top of me, falling just as fast as I had.
For a few moments, he just rested on top of me, his slick forehead on mine, our bare chests smashed together. Unspoken words were shared between us, and I never ever wanted to live without him again.
Once our breathing finally slowed, Christian rolled off of me. I shivered as the sweat on my skin began to dry, but Christian was quick to put his shirt back on me. A small smile found its way onto my lips.
“Is that a real smile I see? Was that all it took? Sex with me?”
I smacked his shoulder. “No. I was smiling because you were being a gentleman when you put your shirt on me because I was cold. It was nice.”
Christian shrugged as he pulled his pants back on. His arms reached out, and he pulled me over into his lap as he rested his back along the wood. “I’ve been nice this whole time. You just kept pushing me away.”
I looked up at him. “The whole time?”
He peered down at me through his dark eyelashes. “Fine. I’ve been nice recently. Is that better?”
I softly laughed. “Yes.”
My gaze roamed around the old treehouse, a blissful state settling within my bones. “Did you ever expect this?” I took his hand and wrapped it around my middle. “Us. Here. Naked in your old treehouse?”
Christian’s chest tumbled behind me. “On more than one occasion, yes.”
I threw my head back and laughed. A real, genuine laugh. “What? When?”
“I was a horny fuck in middle school. Of course, back then it freaked me out, thinking those things about you, but I still thought them and indulged in them while in the shower.”
“Oh my God!” I covered my face with my hands, feeling my cheeks burn.
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bsp; He laughed again, and soon, both of our shoulders were shaking with laughter.
Once we caught our breath, Christian intertwined our hands together. My heart swelled in my chest. I was giddy. Happy. And for once, I wasn’t trying to run from it.
“Now, if you would have asked me in the last five years if I’d thought you’d be mine, I would have growled.”
My cheek lifted. “Who said I’m yours?”
His hand left mine, and he brought it under my chin to tip my head back. His eyes were dark and intense, passion blazing throughout. “I did.”
A sense of excitement ran through my veins. Nervous jitters bounced in my stomach. I liked this. I wanted to be his, more than I had ever wanted anything in my life, and that was scary.
His face fell for a moment. “You are mine, aren’t you?”
Without hesitation, and before my mind could stop me, my heart answered, “Yes.” Then, I paused and narrowed my eyes, still looking up at him. “But I’m still mad at you about the Gabe thing.”
His mouth curved upward, and I rolled my eyes, snuggling back into his chest. The truth was, I was annoyed about the Gabe thing. He shouldn’t have gone over to his house and let his temper get the best of him, but what was done was done, and there wasn’t much that could ruin this moment with him—especially not Gabe.
I stared out of the treehouse window, the crickets still chirping a melody in the background. A gust of cold air wafted around us as I saw a light flicker off in his house. “Do you think your dad is going to come looking for us? Because if I thought he was going to think poorly of me showing up in your shirt, he’s really going to think poorly of me seeing me in your shirt with no pants on.”
Christian’s finger traced the inside of my thigh, and I felt my body heating up again. I kept my breathing even, but I was simmering underneath. “I don’t care.”
“But I do!” I swatted at his hand.
His hand froze as his large palm laid on my leg. “We need to talk about something.”
I paused. “What?”
I heard him swallow, and my chest grew tight.
“It’s about something Jim said when we came home. Before I got into the argument with my dad.”
An uneasiness settled on my shoulders.
“He said that the police know who killed your father. They’ve been tracking the group for a while. It’s some sort of undercover sting.”
I sat up straight and turned around to look at Christian. He was leaning back on the wooden side of the treehouse in jeans. His brown hair was tousled on top as if some stylist actually came and laid every strand to look messy and sexy. I locked eyes with him.
“An undercover sting?”
He nodded. “He told me to stay out of it and he had to, too. Obviously, interfering would cause the sting to go wrong. The same men who killed your father are, apparently, some of the biggest drug dealers in the city. They’re more than likely the ones who sold my mom her pills.”
A weird sensation washed over me. Relief? Relief that my father may get some sort of justice. Or was it a feeling of hope? Hope that the authorities would put those men away for a long time. The threat they spewed years ago would be gone, and I wouldn’t have to have this little voice in the back of my head telling me to tread lightly, to be careful, and to watch my back. I hoped that Christian’s family would get some sort of justice, too.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Christian’s soft voice tore my gaze from the tattered rug.
“I’m thinking…” I bit my lip, teetering it back and forth between my teeth. “I’m thinking I’m glad I’m not alone in this anymore.”
My heart felt full inside my chest. So full that it might just explode. His arms reached out and he pulled me into his body. His hands found my face, and his lips sealed the deal.
This was real.
Christian and I. We were real.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Christian
“Christian,” she hissed under her breath as my hands toyed with the top of her underwear. “Stop it! If we wake up Pete, I’ll have to shove you out the window, and then you’ll die, and then I’ll go back to being alone.”
I smiled along her soft skin. Her hair smelled good; she smelled good. “Let Pete find me. I don’t care.”
She giggled underneath me.
We should have been sleeping. We had school tomorrow, and it was already almost three in the morning. I snuck in here hours ago, and after promising Hayley I’d let her study for a few, (and to be honest, I needed to study some, too) I finally talked her into fooling around. I couldn’t help myself. After Friday night, this girl was branded onto my skin, my heart, and my brain. She ran laps around my head all day long.
Last night, she made me promise I wouldn’t interrupt her girls’ night with Piper this weekend, since we never ended up going back to her house Friday night. After the treehouse, Hayley and I finally climbed down and went back inside to my dark house. My father had gone to bed and then left early the next morning with things unsettled, like usual.
Hayley made a good point that morning when I brushed off his disappearance. She came up behind me as I made coffee, trying to hide my resentment. My father was a runner at best, constantly running from tough shit.
When her arms hit my middle, burying her head into my back, my body stilled. I wasn’t used to affection. Even with Madeline, or whoever it was that I was fucking, we never got affectionate unless it was some sort of foreplay, but Hayley was different. It felt right. It felt serene. I basked in her warmth, and I’d been thinking about her words since the moment they left her lips. “Remember how you felt when you thought it was your fault that your mom died? That you and I caused the wreck and were the ones who started the domino effect? Every time you looked at me, you felt immense guilt, right? Well, that’s how your dad probably feels when he sees you or Ollie. He probably feels like he failed you, and sure, in a way he did, but everyone deserves a second chance. Let last night sink in, and maybe he’ll come around and face his issues. After all, you did, didn’t you?”
Hayley. She was what I was missing in life.
“Christian,” she quietly moaned as my finger slipped inside her wet folds. My dick grew stiff; my balls tightened. I’d never wanted to taste someone so much before. I couldn’t get enough of her, and it was downright ridiculous that I thought I’d ever be able to resist this girl.
“Tell me you like it,” I whispered in her ear before taking her lobe with my teeth. She moved her hips up to meet my finger and worked herself to the point of oblivion within seconds. I sucked on her flesh as my other hand traveled to her nipple. She had lost her bra a while ago, right after I interrupted her studies.
“I…” Her breathing was ragged, her nipple tightening as her hips moved faster. I slipped another finger in, eager to please her. It was the biggest turn-on of all. Watching Hayley let loose, her hair messy, her mouth parted. It was my own fucking porno. “I…”
I stopped moving my fingers. “Tell me,” I said again, my mouth hovering above hers.
Her eyes flared with lustful need. “I like it.” Her hips bucked upward, and my cocky grin fell back in its place. Pausing like that seemed to work in my favor, because as soon as I pulled my finger out and back in once more, Hayley came. I sealed her mouth with mine to drown out her moans.
Once she calmed down, she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and pulled me on top of her. My dick was hard, yet tucked away within my pants, but I moved over her anyway, loving her warmth.
Hayley licked her lips as her hand found itself in my pocket, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with her teeth. She pulled my pants down quickly, and I kicked them off, pulling my shirt off, too. Being naked with Hayley was a sort of heaven I didn’t even know existed. It was intimate with her. Different. It wasn’t just sex. I wasn’t just in it for the receiving part. I wanted to give. I wanted to make her lose her mind like she did to me.
Hayley’s fingers found my dick, and she roll
ed the condom on and took charge on angling me into her pussy. A heavy breath escaped my mouth as I found her warm walls. Her legs widened; her breasts pushed up in my face. I moved on top of her slowly, my hands wrapping around her tiny body. I buried my face into her neck, pumping in and out nice and slow. The build-up was fast, as always, and I was certain that I’d never have to conjure up a porno in my head to get myself off with fucking her. One touch of her lips had me unraveling.
“Fuck,” I muttered, thrusting faster and faster. Hayley’s hand slipped in between our bodies to rub her clit, and I begged myself not to look because it would inevitably cause me to come within a second, but I couldn’t fucking help myself. She made me lose my mind. All bets were off when it came to her.
I growled as my eyes found her finger circling herself, and within ten seconds, we were coming together. My hand slapped over her mouth, and she bit my palm, trying to drown out her moan.
Fucking Christ.
I lay on top of her until my breathing settled, and once I was off and deposited the condom, her warm body curled up beside mine. I was too large for her bed—if you wanted to call it that—as my legs hung down below the mattress edge, but I didn’t care.
“I’m never going to get used to this,” she whispered, hooking a bare leg over mine.
“What? Sex with a king?” I teased.
She giggled as she slapped my chest. “No, this. Us. You and me like this.” She shook her head against my chest. “I didn’t let myself think of us like this because I was so afraid to let you in.” She paused. “And plus, I kind of thought you’d hate me forever.”
“I fought against my feelings for a while.” I placed my lips on top of her head, wondering when I turned into a guy who did that sort of thing.
Her body began to relax in my arms, and I felt my body falling into slumber. What a strange turn of events the last few weeks had been.