2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Hayden

Club Guy is on me the moment we get out of his car. He lives in one of those fancy mansions in Tampa’s wealthiest neighborhood, because of course he does, but that’s not exactly important right now with how desperate he seems to get me out of my clothes.

I groan as he pins me against the wall right next to his front door and shoves one hand down my pants. His slim, long fingers wrap around my erection, their coolness ripping yet another gasp from me.

“Oh, fuck. Yes.” I arch into his touch as he squeezes, the need for more mounting within me.

He’s aggressive in a way that gets my heart beating even faster. His kisses burn against the skin of my neck, leaving it tingling. It’s like he’s even more desperate for this than I am, like he will die if we don’t get to fuck tonight. I wonder how shitty of a day he must have had, and consider asking him about it too, but then decide none of this matters right now as he starts roughly pumping my cock.

My pants limit how thoroughly he can do it though, so after the initial wave of desire, I manage to regain the ability to think somewhat coherently. I look around, spotting the plush couch on his patio. It looks expensive as fuck and big enough to accommodate us screwing on it, but there are probably more comfortable places inside his house.

“Hey, how about we go inside? I bet you have one of those giant beds that’s probably bigger than the bedroom in my apartment.”

He chuckles as his teeth graze the curve of my collarbone, his dark eyes pinning me with their captivating intensity as he looks up and meets my gaze. An overhead dim lamp makes it possible to catch a hint of their green color, but it’s such a thin rim around his blown-out pupils that it might as well not even be there.

The longer I look at his eyes, the more they entrance me. The darkness in them is as if alive, luring me deeper and deeper until I feel it surround me completely like his presence did in the club. It should scare me. I know it. My brain knows it. The logical part of it, at least. But the fear brings on another surge of arousal to my core. I want him naked. It’s an imperative that becomes my sole goal. I want to feel the heat of his body. I want to taste him and own him for tonight.

“Are you ordering me in my own house?” he says in an intentionally low and gravelly voice that makes me even harder.

I drag my tongue along my bottom lip. He follows the motion with his gaze, squeezing my dick with possessiveness. My eyes roll back, an obscene moan ripping out of my throat.

Oh my god. His intensity is so fucking hot; I can totally see the appeal now. But also, what’s up with me discovering kinks I didn’t even know I had? Or is it because of him? Maybe I should go out of my comfort zone more if it means I’d get my mind blown before we even have sex.

“Only because I can’t wait to make a mess of you,” I string together, loving the way his lips arch up on one side.

He steps back abruptly, waving a card at the scanner of the door. “Your confidence is adorable.”

Adorable ? Is he crazy?

My 6’3” worth of muscle is anything but adorable. But then again, he also makes me whimper like a teenager getting his first ever handjob, so I can sort of see where he’s coming from. Guess I’ll need to up my game and show him how wrong he is about me being cute. I’m the wolf here, the one who’s going to make him lose his mind, not the other way around. I just, ah , had a bit of a stumble because he caught me off-guard on a bad day.

I follow inside after him, taking the hardwood stairs with the shiny classical style banister two at a time so I can catch up to him. “You are a bit strange, you kno—”

I’m shoved into a door. The air gets knocked out of my lungs. I can’t even comprehend how it happened. I didn’t really see him move. It’s like a tornado crashed into me and swept me away. My jersey comes off next, his hands all over my chest, touching and rubbing as if he is inspecting an object he owns.

Part of me wants to run—the smart part, probably. This is new to me; I’ve never had a hookup so intense. It’s all the same usually, a quick no-strings-attached fuck so we can both get off. I like it that way because I can satisfy an itch without risking my heart.

But this feels a little different. Dangerous almost, like I’ve walked into something I shouldn’t have… It’s not just because of the ease with which he’s been manhandling me so far when I should be the one in charge. It’s the unrestrained greed of his hands as they claim more of me, the possessiveness of his mouth as it sucks and marks the skin on my shoulder, the urge with which desire scorches every nerve ending I have.

My instincts go haywire as the door behind me opens, my body bracing to crash to the ground. But there is no impact; Club Guy’s arm comes around my waist and keeps me upright, pulling me closer to him. His erection brushes against mine, making me moan.

“You smell so good when you are aroused,” he says, placing a kiss at the juncture between my shoulder and neck and inhaling deeply.

Oooh , he’s a talker, isn’t he? I took a shower after practice, so I smell like the mint soap we use. It’s nothing special scent-wise, but I do appreciate the compliment.

“Yeah?” I breathe him in, catching a whiff of leather and earth. Fuck , he’s the one who smells amazing. I didn’t notice it in the crowded club or the car since he had the windows down, but now that it’s just us, it’s impossible to miss.

My head spins a little, the addition of his intoxicating scent to his predatory presence and fervent touch overwhelming my senses anew. I can’t believe I ran into him. Or that he’s interested in me. He’s clearly way out of my league, yet his hands won’t stop roaming my body as he walks me backwards to his bed.

“It reminds me of the blooming jasmine in the gardens of Koroni Manor that overlook the Gulf of Messenia,” he says, splaying his hand against my chest and pushing back gently.

I plop on the luxurious bed. He’s hovering over me between one blink and another, his angular features lit up from the moonlight seeping in through the open windows. Soft breeze joins in as his fingers caress my heated skin and follow the curve of my jaw. I swallow, my dick straining to get free.

I have no idea what he just said, but it sounded like another compliment, so I’ll take it. I’m happy for him to say anything and everything as long as I get to listen to his sexy voice. More than that, I want to hear him moan and gasp. I want him swearing from how good it feels to be with me. He’s been winding me up since the club and I’m about to explode, yet he looks so calm and collected if not for his blazing eyes.

They glow like living fire, impossibly dark as they look right into my soul.

“I really really want you naked,” I blurt, trailing my hands up his waist and sides. “I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget where you are.”

He smiles in that sultry way and takes off the frilly shirt he’s wearing. An expanse of smooth porcelain skin reveals itself to me. The indents of his abdominal muscles are just as elegant as the rest of him, toned rather than sculpted like mine. His nipples are the same color as his lips, hard and begging to be teased.

“Touch me if you wish,” he says in the most inviting voice, straddling my hips.

I comply, gliding my hands against his silky skin. He runs cooler than me and that confuses my brain a little, but then he rolls his hips and my attention narrows down to my rigid cock. This is probably the longest foreplay in the history of Hayden Johnson’s hookups, but strangely, I don’t mind it. The anticipation makes me crave him more, so I guide him off my lap and point at his pants.

“Off. I said I need you naked.”

He chuckles and unzips his pants, shimming out of them with cat-like elegance. My eyes go wide. He’s not wearing anything under them. His flushed cock springs free, making my mouth water. It’s just as pretty as the rest of him. It’s also thicker than I expected it to be.

“I see you appreciate the view, though it escapes me why you still have your own pants on,” he drawls, giving himself a few slow strokes. His thumb smears the pre-cum at the tip, making the head glisten.

I pull on my bottom lip, suppressing a smirk as I get rid of the rest of my clothes with speed that surprises even me. “You went commando?”

He tilts his head, observing me for a few moments. I become aware of my every breath, of the sheen of sweat covering my skin, of the uneven rises of my chest as I try to retain a steady heart rate.

“I like to do it sometimes,” he says, bending over me slightly and placing his hands on my thighs. He pulls them apart, his dark eyes zeroing in on my straining dick.

I’m about to make a joke about him choking on my cock when he drops to his knees between my legs and swallows me to the base.

“Fuuuuuck.”

Stars dance under my skin. I hang my head back, panting and trying to keep it together as the tight heat of his mouth threatens to undo me. My hips try to push up from the edge of the bed so I can fuck into him, but his grip is vicious, preventing me from getting more friction the way I want.

“Be a good boy or I won’t let you come until the morning,” he mutters around my cockhead, the vibrations of his voice sending thrills of desire from my dick to my stomach.

My frame is more or less as big as his, but I bet I’m stronger. I can get what I want how I want it. But as he starts bobbing his head and licking along my slit like a starved dog, I’m too far gone to care. If he wants to be in charge, I’ll let him. Part of me finds that extremely hot, a contrast to how I normally like my hookups to go.

“Next you’re gonna tell me to call you Daddy,” my smart mouth spews out before my brain can veto it. Oh shit, did I seriously say that out loud?

Club Guy hums, but it’s hard to tell if it’s in appreciation of my dick in his mouth or because he’s into what I just said. Soon enough, it doesn’t matter as he racks up his pace like he’s on a mission to drag my orgasm out of me before I’ve even shoved my dick in his classy ass.

“Slow down, stallion. You’ll make me blow my load preemptively.” I rake my hands through his silky black hair and force him off me.

His eyes glimmer with amusement and dark lust. “I wouldn’t say a horse is an accurate comparison. Though, I suppose some breeds do possess sufficient grace. Like the Friesian.”

I snort, can’t help it. What nonsense is he on about?

As if to showcase said elegance, he stands up slowly, stretching his body. His muscles flex and relax, my hands itching to feel them. There is a slight sway to his hips as he circles the bed and walks over to the nightstand on my left. A bottle of lube and a pack of condoms land on the empty space next to me, then the mattress dips as he climbs on.

Now that I have him closer and out of his suit, I realize his clothes made him look smaller. He’s about a head taller, and while his shoulders are not as wide as mine and his muscles bulge a little less, he wouldn’t have any problems messing me up if he wanted to.

My blood pounds in my ears, a tinge of fear seeping into me when he settles opposite me. His hand reaches for my dick as he shuffles closer so he can jerk us both off at the same time. The first slide of his velvety skin against mine feels like heaven. In no time we are dry humping, my hand joining his to grant our cocks more of that delicious friction.

As much as it feels amazing to rub my dick against his, it doesn’t take long before it’s not enough. Needles prick me under my skin, waiting to break through at any moment. I just need a bit more, another push, and I can’t wait to get it. I’m not the most patient guy, I like it hard and fast. He seems to be the opposite, but his taut features tell me he wouldn’t mind it if we moved onto the fucking part.

Club Guy’s eyes flick from our dicks to my face just as I am about to tell him I’m ready to give him the best ride of his life. The rim of green around his pupils has disappeared fully, leaving just that captivating bottomless darkness. It weirds me out a bit, and I reach out with the intent to tilt his head so I can have a better look, but before I’ve managed to do so, I find myself on my stomach with my hands restrained above my head and my legs pinned down by his weight.

The sudden change of position strains my shoulders, unleashing a wave of sharp pain. I hiss, trying to roll over or wiggle free, but Club Guy doesn’t let me. My cock is trapped under me, eager even as a bolt of uncertainty spears through me.

“You are mine for tonight, Hayden. Don’t fight it,” he drawls, tracing the peaks of my spine with his free hand.

Oh my fuckin god . How does he know my name? Please tell me this guy is not some psychopath who gets off on chopping other dudes’ balls off. I really should’ve considered that possibility before coming here with him.

Frantic, I try again to free myself, but my companion is relentless, tightening his hold even more. Shit, shit, shit, what did I walk into? Was my gut feeling wrong about him? I’m always the one with the upper hand because of my size, but this doesn’t apply here. It’s on me for realizing it so late.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?”

He chuckles, the sound getting straight to my balls. Oh boy, I’m possibly in a life-threatening situation and my dick is having a field trip in porn heaven. Something in my brain must’ve broken when I got elbowed during practice, because the mixed signals it’s sending to my body are all over the place. It seems like it doesn’t know whether I should be turned on or scared to death, so it’s going for both. And if I’m being totally and completely honest… it’s kind of reaaaaaally doing it for me.

“Your driver’s license fell out of your pocket. I peeked.”

Huh? The fight drains from me. Oh. Okay. That actually makes sense. I relax a notch, the torture scenarios leaving my mind. He hums as if he can feel I’m no longer picturing him as the villain in a murder mystery, and leans over me, placing featherlight kisses along my shoulder blades.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he commands with authority that hitches my breath, letting go of my wrists.

I don’t take orders. In fact, sometimes I like to do the opposite of what people tell me to do just so I can annoy them. But his voice is just so compelling, so irresistible. It makes me want to do what he says just so I can see where this will lead, whether or not it will be anything like those secret fantasies I sometimes have but pretend I don’t notice.

“And what if I don’t want to?” I shoot back because I’m nothing if not a brat.

A slicked finger breaches me without warning, pulling an unrestrained groan out of me. “Then I’ll have to punish you, won’t I?”

Oh fuck, why does this feel so good? I don’t… normally. Ugh, and that self-satisfied tone makes it even better.

A needy moan leaves me when he crooks his finger and grazes my prostate. I roll my hips so I can rub against the bed, but I can’t really do it with his weight restricting my movements. He adds a second finger and leans forward, sinking his teeth into my shoulder blade just enough so I feel the sting. I keen, desire pooling to my core on a rush of delicious shivers.

I don’t bottom. But god, is he making me rethink my life choices. As he starts pumping faster, I’m convinced his fingers are made of fucking magic. I need to feel more of them, I want them deeper, rougher.

“You seem to have gone pliant. Will you do as I say now?”

I clasp the silk bedsheet, bunching it in my fists. “Yess… Just keep going. Fuuuck. Feels so good.”

His mouth is suddenly against my ear, his breath hot and tingling. “I’ll make it feel even better if you behave. You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?”

“Yes…” I whimper and push back as much as I can, trying to impale myself on his fingers. My body is on fire like never before, needing this to the point where I feel like I’ll burst. “I’ll be your good boy, just… I need more. Please .”

I don’t know why I am reacting this way or why it’s so intense, but I can’t get enough. I lift my head and crane it to the side when he doesn’t respond, catching his gaze. He smirks and shoves two fingers in my mouth while his other hand keeps stretching my ass.

“Lick.”

Fuck, I like being told what to do. It feels like I’m his toy for tonight and that’s such a fucking turn on. I don’t know why I’ve never tried sex like this, but a quick fuck has always made the most sense. Why bother to put in effort when you’ll never see the other person again, right?

My eyes flutter closed and I focus on the tension he’s building within me while sucking his digits like it’s my life’s mission. In this moment, it very much is, because if pleasing him gets me what I want, then I am going to let him boss me around as much as he wants.

“Good, you are doing so well,” he praises, shuffling a bit behind me. “Hips up.”

I do as I’m told and open my eyes so I can watch him. His fingers slip out of my mouth, a string of saliva hanging off them, and he wraps his lips around them, sucking on them like I just was. It’s so fucking dirty it makes me groan. My attention narrows down to his mouth. I want it. I don’t usually kiss randoms, because it’s never really done much for me, but I want to try kissing him.

His eyes lock on my mouth as if he can read my mind, the darkness in them stirring. His fingers slip out of my hole and before I have time to register their loss, he’s turned me over to my back and has nestled between my legs, jerking himself off. He’s put a condom on, though I have no idea when he did it, but the fact that he has sends thrills of heat across my body.

I’m a top, I’ve always been one. But I want his dick in me. I want to feel how big and hard it is. I want it to make me lose my mind until I’m a mess.

“Beg me for it,” Club Guy orders, leaning forward and shoving his fingers in my mouth again.

I groan around them, sucking and swallowing his sweet taste. It’s like honey and lime, and I’m immediately addicted. “I want your cock in me… Please.”

His mouth is on mine then, hungry and dominant. I open for him, desperate for the kiss, and he plunges his tongue past my teeth with dominance that triggers that instinctual fear within me. But the sensation only heightens my pleasure, his taste and his scent engulfing me inside and out until I can’t think anymore. Feeling him is everything, his tongue chasing mine and licking every inch of my mouth as his fingers rub along the rim of my hole. He teases me with the head of his cock next, pressing but not pushing inside.

“Please…” I pant, breaking the kiss and tossing my head back. I’ve never wanted to be fucked as much as I do now. “You said that you own me tonight. Prove it.”

“So impatient and bratty,” he scolds with a smile, lust dripping from his voice.

He’s right. This is so not me. I’m usually in control, in charge. But this is ten times better. To let go and just do what I’m told like I sometimes dream about.

“You should punish me then. With your hard cock. Since I’m being a brat.”

He smiles again, his lips lifting on one side to show a hint of gleaming white teeth. Splaying his hand on my stomach, he pushes my knees out and hooks my legs over his shoulders. Then he lines up his dick. My heart bangs in my chest, my skin tingling. He rubs the head around my hole and just as I am about to complain and tell him to give me what I want before I go crazy, he rams inside me in one fluid motion.

My vision blurs and I see stars around the edges. “Fuuuuuuck.”

He’s big. The burn is incomparable to what it felt to have his fingers. But with the tinge of pain comes a sense of fullness. It’s strange at first, but as he lets me get used to his girth, I realize I like it. The stretch is delicious, and it feels like he’s claiming me in a way. Molding me to fit to his size, to be his for tonight, just like he said. I like it… fuck , I like it way more than I probably should.

Slowly, he moves, pulling back and thrusting with deliberate focus. My eyes roll back, sparks prickling my spine. I feel every inch of him with my entire body, the pleasure and tension so good I don’t know what to do with them. Or with myself, because what the fuck am I gonna do after tonight? I don’t think sex will ever be the same.

“You are so gorgeous, taking my cock so well,” he purrs, his eyebrows slanted in concentration. His eyes are not on my face anymore, his attention locked on my ass. “Your little hole is so greedy, Hayden. It’s perfect, like it was made for me.”

I whimper, meeting his thrusts as best as I can in this position while fighting to get enough oxygen to my lungs. The bed is creaking under us as he picks up pace, each glide of his dick hitting my prostate repeatedly. I’m on fire, panting and gasping. This is my second time bottoming, and oh my god , it’s nothing like the first. Being fucked by this guy is an all-encompassing feeling where my whole body participates, each thrill that shoots through me leaving no nerve-endings untouched.

“Don’t hold your voice back,” he encourages when I bite off a moan. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

He licks his lips and leans forward, changing the angle. I cry out in pleasure, and then do it again as he wraps his hand around my leaking cock. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and nipping and grazing me with teeth. He seems to have a thing for playful biting, but even that turns me on.

Everything he is doing to me does. I can’t explain it. I don’t know how he can be so good at it, how he can tell what will drive me crazy. He’s single-handedly ruining the boring one-night stands I’ve been having all my life and I’m more than willing to let him. Because this feels so different, so monumental somehow, like I was meant to meet him tonight on one of the worst days of my life so he can fix it for me.

I do want him to keep talking, though. Damn . I didn’t know I had a thing for that. I want to hear how good I am and how crazy I drive him. I don’t even know his name, but he’s outright blowing my mind right now like he has no right to. He’s a one-time hookup, he was supposed to be slightly above average at best, not a fucking Sex God.

But well, he is, and it would be a waste not to make the best of it and live out some of my very secret fantasies.

“Harder, please,” I whine, caging him with my arms on top of me and digging my fingers into his back. “Daddy,” I add experimentally, testing out how the word feels on my tongue.

I’ve had some people call me that a few times and it’s kind of hot now and then. I’ve never been the one to say it, obviously, but the heated look Club Guy gives me as his mouth curves up in a slow and satisfied smile encourages me to give it a go.

“Do you like that? Daddy? I’m such a good boy. You should reward me.”

This is so not me, but that makes it more titillating. I’m showing him something I haven’t shown to anyone. It’s just pouring out of me, tempted by this strange sense of comfort this man instills in me. I’m at his mercy and he can do whatever he wants to me.

“Good boys don’t demand rewards.” He snaps his hips, burying his dick even deeper. I keen, arching off the bed as I chase after that intense sensation of fullness. “They ask nicely.”

I nod, my body shaking from the force of his thrusts. They are rougher now, matching the strokes of his hand and building up heat and pressure at the base of my spine. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me harder with your big cock and make me come.”

He hums, straightening back up on his haunches. Bringing my legs together, he tosses them over one shoulder and starts railing me at yet another angle. My nerve endings sing, frayed and needy.

“I wish you could see yourself. How pretty you are eating up my cock. So, so pretty.”

“Yess… Mm, Daddy’s dick feels amazing.”

My balls draw up and I reach for my dick, needing to come. Club Guy clicks his tongue, swatting my thigh. Confused, I frown at him, but then his hand coils around my erection and starts jerking me off with urgency that matches the motions of his hips.

Fuck, I love that he wants to be the one to make me go over the edge. I think he’s close as well, but he’s prioritizing my pleasure to his. It’s unbelievably hot and it makes my chest feel a little tight.

“Come for me, Hayden. And let me hear you. Don’t hold your voice back.”

He goes feral, pounding into me so hard the bed moves. I moan as I hold onto the grills of the headboard, my mind blanking out as vicious fire pulses in my veins. I’ll feel this tomorrow, oh boy will I feel it , but that doesn’t matter right now when I am so very close to that peak of pleasure that this mysterious stranger I met in a random club has been building up to for the past hour.

A couple more passes over my prostate and I come, shouting through my release. He fucks me through it, not slowing down, and groans when his own orgasm hits him. Part of me wonders what it might feel like if he spilled inside me, but I am too much of a boneless mess to exercise higher brain functions right now, so I simply enjoy the blissful tremors coursing through me and close my eyes for a second.