25. Juliana

TWENTY-FIVE

JULIANA

My body is a twisted inferno. A raging conduit of lust. Hotter than the steam rising off the gorgeous man before me and burning brighter than the satisfaction in his eyes.

As for my mind, well, it slipped off the slope of sanity a while ago, probably around the time the bruise on my neck fully formed, or maybe while I was fantasizing about my brother's best friend instead of sleeping. Now, look what I've done. The place between my ears flows with carnal need, void of thought or rationale, and yearns for one thing and one thing only.

Hayden's touch.

I spread my legs, baring my center, watching as Hayden's tongue sweeps across his bottom lip, beneath an expression lined with restraint. Goosebumps rise along my skin, not from the cool night air, but from the hands perusing down my thighs, halting at my knees.

I gasp when Hayden shoves my legs wider. Stepping closer through the water, he keeps them there with his body, pressing my shins firmly into the hot tub walls, as he admires me on full display.

"God, you're fucking perfect," he praises, squeezing my thighs, his eyes swirling with hunger when he notes my nipples pebbling under my bikini. "Take them out."

I hesitate.

Our gazes lock, and for a moment, we just stare at each other in silence, his nose a hair's breadth from mine. Anticipation crackles between us like a live wire, deadly to the touch, forming a line that I may or may not cross.

I reach for my top, shivering when he murmurs, "That's my good girl," and spread the fabric apart, exposing myself. The instant his eyes flick downward, his shoulders droop, his whole body releasing tension on a sigh. At first, I'm unsure if he likes what he sees, until he lets out a low curse.

"You could have me on my knees with those, Juliana."

I bite down on a jittery smile. "Could I?"

"Yes, and more..." He trails a hand straight down my middle, grazing my belly button ring ever-so softly, stopping above my bikini bottoms. "With this."

I inhale sharply as he tugs the fabric upwards, giving me a slight front wedgie, the motion a reminder of just how slick I am underneath. He smirks at that and tugs again, rougher this time, forcing a whimper out of me, then another when he sweeps farther down.

"Every man wanted you tonight."

I'm about to protest, to tell him he's crazy for thinking that, but a yelp escapes instead. He presses a thumb to my clit over the fabric, the sensation almost too intense to bear.

"N-no, they didn't," I manage to get out, as he presses firmer, my legs shaking, splashing in the water.

"They did." He eases up, then begins my delicious torture—rubbing tiny, steady circles over my sensitive bud, as if he has all night. I suck in my bottom lip, pleasure bursting along my nerve endings.

"They would've done anything, said anything to you, to see what lies under this, to have you wrapped around them all night." Jealousy swims beneath his tone, but he keeps a constant, teasing pace, rendering it impossible for me to argue. "But they didn't try, only stared at your tempting body from afar, because they knew you'd warm my bed tonight. Isn't that right, Jules?"

"Yes— yes!" I moan, embarrassment hot on my cheeks as I sway against his finger, craving more friction.

His dark chuckle breezes over my skin, before he leans closer, spreading me wider and constricting my movements. "So needy." He tsks with his tongue, watching me writhe. "When I haven't even truly touched you yet."

I grunt in frustration when he withdraws his touch, leaving me wanting, only to go utterly still as he grazes down the edge of the fabric, near my opening. He waits a moment, looking into my eyes, as if I might stop him. When I don't, he brushes it aside, exposing my flesh.

"Fuckkkk," he groans roughly, his knuckles whitening along the edge of the tub. "Are you always this wet for me?"

Yes. "Sometimes."

"So, I'm fucking a liar tonight, am I?"

"No!" I cry out as his fingers descend upon my bare clit, rubbing harshly.

"Don't lie to me," he growls, flashing a devilish grin when I grind against his hand, doubling over into his chest. He grabs me by the hair, tugging my neck back to look up at him. "Just a greedy little liar, aren't you? Prancing around my apartment in those tight yoga pants that show off your ass, when your pussy's soaking wet underneath, huh? Does that sound about right?"

Fuckkk! I take his punishment, my mouth open on a silent scream. When I nod vigorously, he laughs.

"That's what I thought." He drops to an abysmal pace, and it's just as brutal. My legs tremble involuntarily, riding out the come-down, but I find no solace as he works me over, smirking when he hears my pleading mewls. "What else are you hiding, hmm?"

Doing away with my dignity, I whine, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" he repeats, staring down at me. His jaw locks, an idea seemingly popping into his head, which transforms his entire demeanor. Dark shadows swirl across his eyes, so vivid I swear I can make out the possession in them like a living, dangerous thing.

"Who else has seen you like this?"

My lips part. Is he asking what I think he is?

"N-no one," I stammer.

"I'm not going to tell you again, Juliana. Do. Not. Lie to me." He pushes against my clit, holding firm, until I'm whimpering for mercy—

"Okay! One..." I grit my teeth. "There's one guy who's seen."

He goes rigid...

Powerful breath flares through his nostrils, tainting his features with jealousy. "Just one?" he manages to get out.

"Yes," I say, but it sounds more like a plea, as his ministrations grow more purposeful.

"His name?"

What? Why in the world does he need to kn—

His eyebrows lift, a silent warning.

"Jonah! His name was Jonah."

"Last name?"

Good grief!

"I-I don't remember," I admit, which seems to please him.

"So, this Jonah," he spits, like his name's got a bad taste. "He was your first?"

Oh, no.

Shame burns my cheeks. "Not exactly..." Hayden's stare only intensifies, and I know he won't accept a vague answer. Could this get any more embarrassing? "We, uh... met at a frat party, fooled around, but umm, never really went... all the way."

Suddenly, the pressure relents.

Hayden stills like a statue. "Wait, are you saying—"

"I'm a virgin," I finish for him, ripping the bandage clean off, only to watch his expression move through a myriad of stages.

Starting with disbelief.

Pushing off the wall, he leaves me barren and exposed, questioning every decision which led me here. He mutters to himself, things like, "That can't be right... there's no way, I thought..." which quickly divulges into shock—"I know you're... but I didn't think..."—until he arrives at a state I'm not sure what to make of.

Swiveling around, he marches back my way, powering through the water and making my stomach flip in anticipation. His muscles flex under the moonlight, rippling with each step, and his devilish smirk grows wider and wider. "Fuckkkkk," he grunts, more to himself than me. "You really shouldn't have told me that."

"Why?" Expecting his judgment or some snide remark, I reach for my bra to cover myself up, but he snatches my chin before I can.

"Because, sweet, innocent Jules..." He tilts my chin, angling my neck to him like earlier, except now it's the opposite side. "I get to be the one who corrupts you." His lips latch onto my neck, and a free hand simultaneously falls upon my clit, flicking brutally.

"Oh!" I cry out, reaching for his biceps, my nails digging into his skin. Shivers race up my spine, one after the other, as he laps me up with his tongue, moaning a guttural sound, sucking hard, harder than the first time with a greater intention of leaving a mark.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." I grind against his hand, whimpering when his fingers thread through my hair, exploring their depths, then pull taut and guide me to the ground.

Lying flat, coldness seeps into my backside, but it's quickly forgotten as Hayden hoists himself out of the tub, drapes his body over mine, and entangles our limbs, water trickling off his skin like a warm blanket.

Wet suction resonates out into the night air, while he works up the column of my throat, painting a trail of saliva. Until he stops and focuses on that one spot at the crook of my jaw, sucking and biting, then darting his tongue out to soothe the burn, all while grinding his leg into my sex.

Desperate, I buck against him, coating his thigh with my slickness, squirming beneath his weight in a crazed heat.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his lips popping from my skin, leaving behind a thumping soreness as he retreats to the water.

"What're you doing?" I pant, my sex throbbing with need.

"Making sure you forget his name."

Jonah?

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out, only a squeal when strong arms wrap around my thighs, then yank me to the edge of the tub. I look down, past the grooves of my body, and find him at the end, staring back at me, his mouth inches from my pussy.

I gasp, holding in that gulp of air, because all I see are my fantasies flashing before my eyes, the ones where Hayden buries his face between my thighs.

Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh—

His breath tickles against my flesh. "Are you drunk?"

I quirk a brow. What an oddly timed question.

"No, of course not."

"Good." He sinks a finger past my entrance, pinning me down by my waist when I buckle at the intrusion. "Then you won't be able to explain away this bad decision, will you?"

Fire rages down my middle, making coherent thoughts nearly impossible, as I stretch around his finger, allowing more in, little by little, its size longer and thicker than I'm accustomed.

Explain away? Why would I—

Then it hits me.

This —what we're doing right now—isn't the bad decision he's referring to.

He is.

Hayden Kingston, Manhattan's most notorious heartthrob, a self-proclaimed playboy, who collects broken hearts like they're diamonds for his Rolex or trophies to stomp beneath his patent leather loafers. In his eyes, love is a game, which makes falling for him the worst decision of them all.

But I'm not developing feelings—I can't be.

I won't allow it.

"It's only lust," I say without wavering, injecting confidence into my tone, even though it doesn't quite resonate down to my bones. "There's nothing more between us."

His finger stops abruptly, halfway inside of me.

A mysterious shadow flickers across Hayden's features, something that looks an awful lot like hurt. And my goodness, could I not devise a more unbecoming expression for him, like a wilted flower in a storm that, for reasons I can't explain, almost convinces me to retract my statement. Except, in the blink of an eye, I wonder if I really did imagine it all as he stares back at me, wearing his usual haughty smirk.

"Right?" I ask, anyway.

He snorts. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

His finger curls upward, hitting a spot that has me arching my back and rolling my eyes up into the sky, until it retracts, forcing a moan from my lips. My insides clench around air at the sound of his deep baritone as he curses, inspecting his finger glistening under the starry lights.

"So fucking wet."

I whine, squirming against his hold.

"And needy, too." He brushes my clit, chuckling at my frustrated grunt. "Put your feet up on the ledge. I want your knees in the air... Yes, just like that. Now spread them... wider... wider... That's it." I suck in my bottom lip when he slips his finger back in.

"You just love doing what you're told, don't you?"

I nod, words beyond me, as my inner walls clamp around his retreat, savoring the sweet burn.

"Fuckkk," he growls, raising hairs along my arms. "Such a tight little thing."

A string of whimpers fumbles from my lips on his return, pushing farther than before.

"Shhhh, be my good girl and take it." He brushes a hand down my inner thigh, soothing away the last bit of pain, until he curls his finger higher, homing in on that one spot.

I bite my lip, tears stinging the corners of my eyes at the newfound pleasure radiating through me. As his pace increases, I moan loudly, swaying back against him to the beat of his rhythm.

"Right there, baby?"

"Yes, yes!"

"God, your tits are so fucking perfect. I love watching them bounce for me... Pinch your nipples." A breath shoots from my lungs when he thrusts hard, all the way in for the first time, his skin smacking against mine in quick repetitions. "Pinch them."

I wail into the wind, grabbing hold of my breasts as I slide along the mahogany, then pinch, squeezing harder and harder as he drives home. Relentless, he captures my gaze like a possessive animal, hungry to watch me come undone.

And I do.

Writhing and kicking and moaning things that're foreign to my own ears, my eyes cross in two, as his palm slaps against my clit on every thrust. Smack, smack, smack, smack, he finger-fucks me, building that wave inside of me higher and higher, like a light slicing through my center.

Shock pummels my senses, realizing what I'm about to do. Something I've never achieved around anyone else, let alone from another's touch. My eyes widen like saucers, meeting Hayden's smoldering gaze, all remnants of my pride and dignity or whatever the hell I used to care about long gone, as I gasp, "I-I'm going—I'm going to—"

But my words are cut short, shoved right back down my throat, as Hayden does the most wicked, most evil thing he's ever done in his twenty-four years of existence. He rips his finger out of me, killing my orgasm at its peak.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Anger explodes brighter than any flame as I meet his mischievous stare. Releasing my nipples, I fling my hands forward, ready to tear that smirk right off his li—

He snatches my wrists midair, bundling them in his tight grasp.

Pins them to the ground.

Wait, what is he—

Then shoves his face into my pussy.

I cry at the top of my lungs, as he buries himself into me like a starved man, like someone who doesn't want to come up for air, before he sucks my clit into his mouth, and proceeds to blow my every fantasy to the moon. His tongue works at blazing speeds, flicking between his teeth, raising that wave inside of me ten- fold, until it comes crashing over my head, like a screaming fire in my ears.

Then I'm screaming—actually. Thrashing and panting, riding out every last sensation, each interior clench around emptiness a burning wish, a desire above all else that I was wrapped around Hayden's cock.

"Fuuuuckkkkk," I moan, low from my gut, grinding against his mouth, savoring my slow come-down. He groans back, sticking out his flattened tongue for me to use, while he watches through those thick lashes, brimming with satisfaction.

When my heart rate plateaus, I release a breath, halting my movements as tension eases from my muscles and—

Hayden sweeps his tongue clean through my middle, causing me to jolt backward as a sting sears through my sex, a mix of pleasure and pain. "W-wait, I'm really sensitiv—"

I suck in a sharp breath as he laps up my center again. "Ohh, are you? But you taste so sweet."

Knowing what's coming next, I mewl, struggling with all my efforts as his biceps loop around my thighs, dragging me closer.

"Hold still for me." He sweeps through me once more, torturously slow, a deep moan reverberating against my sex as he tightens his grip. "Just one more taste." Another round, and I'm buckling against him, this time with a little more pleasure. "Such a good girl, so wet for me." Again... "That's it, give me easy access." Again... "Oh, you're taking it so well." And again... "One more, baby, won't you let me?— Mmmmmm, fuck."

I thrash and thrash, to no avail, until I'm totally spent, whimpering for mercy.

His eyelids fall.

"Your"— lick— "cum"— lick— "is"— lick —"so" —lick —"addicting"— lick...

I don't know how much time passes, and judging by the surprised look on Hayden's face when he finally does come up for air, he doesn't know either. Then I'm left throbbing and panting and sweating like a mess, as if I never came in the first place and need him all over again.

Releasing his hold, he smirks, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and hoists himself out of the water, pointing his gaze toward the terrace exit. Sensing dismissal, I make to pull up my bikini bottoms, which are completely soaked, as for everything else below my waist.

"Not yet." He stops me. "I'm going to get you a towel.

His eyes flick to mine, already on the ground.

"A better one," he clarifies. "For cleaning up."

I sit up, feeling rejected. "That's okay. If that's all I can... um... I'll just go rinse off in the shower."

He snickers.

"What's so funny?" My eyes narrow defensively.

"Oh, nothing. Just the fact that you think I'm anywhere near finished with you."

A shudder ripples through me.

"Whether this is all just lust or not..." His gaze crawls across my body, spiking my arousal. "You can scratch that little bit about sleeping separately off our contract. From this point forward, while you're still living under my roof, you're mine. My little plaything, remember? Who's expected to warm my bed, so I can keep her up all. Night. Long."

My jaw falls slack, but I have no time to process as he whips around, aiming for the door. "Stay put. I'll be right back," are his departing words.

I blink, watching him stride across the terrace, waiting for some type of post-nut clarity moment, for the inevitable regret and shame... but it never comes. Although, something else does, something wildly unexpected—and a little crazy???

A giggle.

Very, very quietly, I laugh, covering my mouth with a hand, like the birds might hear me a hundred stories high and gossip to their friends. A grin spreads along my lips, wide and proud, as a sort of euphoria overtakes me. Whether endorphins are to blame, or deep-rooted feelings wrapped in a thick encasing of denial, I don't really care.

I just know that I'm happy in this moment, and that the rest of the night will only bring me further—

Ring, ring, ring... a phone sings from the opposite side of the hot tub, lighting up in the darkness. I whip my head, catching a shirtless backside entering the penthouse. "Oh, Hayden, I think"—the door swings shut—"...someone's trying to call you..." I mutter.

Oh, well. I wait out the rings, until all is quiet. They'll just leave a voicemail and he'll call them ba—

RING, RING, RING...

I purse my lips, the sound blaring through the peaceful terrace once again, until it stops, only to start up a third time.

Adrenaline jolts me to my feet.

Maybe it's something urgent.

Pattering my damp feet across the mahogany, I creep closer... only for my heart to sink further and further... until it's oh-so obvious that I should turn back around, that I shouldn't subject myself to a closeup view of what's most certainly a pair of tits waiting on a video call.

I crouch low, tears pricking my eyes—ones that shouldn't even be there, but they are anyway. Through blurry vision, I watch those unnaturally large breasts jiggle about, their pierced nipples twisting by bright red nails, all below a name at the top of the screen. A name already in the phone's contacts, beside a message containing winky faces and other suggestive emojis.

Olivia: Let's finish what we started the other night.