Twisted Intentions

~ Part 5 ~

Who does he think he is? Questioning me when he's had girls all over him all day?

"And if I was? What does it matter to you? Go back to your pretty little leeches." I try to shove past him and he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head and I gasp sharply as his eyes darken further. He leans in and I turn away.

"I don't care about any of those girls, I just want you." He tugs my hands higher, my breast lifting and pressing into his chest. His eyes track the movement with an obsessive edge as his words send flutters through my belly.

"Tell me you feel it." He whispers, leaning in and kissing my neck suddenly. My blood goes hot, my eyes fluttering and thighs clenching as his soft lips trace down my throat. His long, hard body pressing me further into the door.

"Tell me you want me, tell me you like me." I bite my lip, my hips lifting as his desperation calls to something dark inside of me. His hand rests gently on my throat, tipping my face up and hovering above my lips.

"Hayden." My voice is breathy, trying and failing to hide his affect on me. "Say my name again, just like that." He says darkly, grinding his thigh between my legs and pressing his lips to mine.

I don't pull away this time, writhing against his thigh as his full soft lips kiss me. He pulls back, staring into my eyes with a hungry glare before slamming his lips back onto mine. I moan, pressing myself into him as heat floods my core.

He bites and sucks my lips, his hand roaming over my body making me moan into his mouth. His thigh rolling my clit in circles, my pussy leaving a wet patch on his jeans.

His hand is fisted at the base of my skull, tangled in my hair as he kisses me desperately. My heart pounds, his cock hardening while he presses into me and I feel dizzy. Breathless and out of control. He pulls back again, watching as he slowly trails his free hand across my collarbones.

Staring into my eyes he hooks his finger into the cup of my dress, brushing softly against my nipple causing it to harden. I bite my lip, his ocean eyes dancing brightly. "You're pierced."

His voice is husky, deep and filled with his desire.  For me. Letting go of my hands he kneels slowly, my breath shaking when he grabs the straps of my dress.

Tilting his head, he waits. Asking without saying anything and I swallow hard before nodding. His hands gently pull my straps down, exposing my pale breasts and pink nipples to the air. The barbells through them catching the moonlight coming through a window.

"Oh baby." He growls and I shudder, swallowing down my moan when he leans forward and sucks one into his mouth. I cry out, my hands flying into his hair, the sensations new and exhilarating. No one's touched them but me since getting them pierced.

Pressing my breasts together, he runs his tongue across each of my nipples."Do you want me to stop?" His voice is husky and deep, looking up at me with his wide hungry eyes and I let out a slow breathless moan. "No."

He grins, those fucking dimples showing in his cheeks as he lifts my leg. Gripping me tightly, he drapes my leg over one shoulder as he pushes my dress up. Nerves prickle down my spine and he groans at my black lacy thong.

Leaning in he runs his nose against the wet fabric, inhaling deeply and I flush harder. "Fuck baby, you smell so good. And you're so wet. Will you let me taste you?"

I can't help the way my hands start to shake, the tremble seeming to move through my whole body. "No one's ever.." I bite my lip, not even able to say the words.

I've only been with one other person, a selfish boyfriend from high school who only cared about himself.

His hands tighten around my thigh, squeezing tighter as he smiles up at me. "Good, I'll be the first one to taste your pussy." His words make me gasp, my hips arching when he uses one finger to pull the fabric from my skin.

Rubbing his knuckle back and forth through my dripping heat before moving my panties to the side, he lets out a guttural moan. He's staring at my pussy, looking completely unhinged. The sweetness he likes to show morphing into something darker.

"Hayden.." I whisper, and his eyes flick up to mine before he leans in again. The feel of his hot, long tongue sliding through my pussy sends shocks through my body. My hips jerking away at the intensity.

He growls, yanking my hips forward and burying his face in my pussy. "Fuck!" I scream, my hands tearing at his hair as he laps uo my wetness while he groans. "So fucking good."

My legs start to shake as he swirls his tongue around tight circles before sucking my clit, moans and yelps bursting from my lips as my body writhes.

"Mmm, you're so sensitive baby. Look at how pretty." He uses two fingers to hold me open, staring at my clit and brushing his finger against it lightly. My hips jump, grabbing his head and forcing his face back into me. And I think he likes that by his deep grunt.

He lifts me suddenly, holding my ass in his hands with my thighs over his shoulders. Pressing my back into the door as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me.

I can't move, being held up like this puts me completely at his mercy. "Oh god, Hayden. I'm gonna come." I whimper and he locks eyes with me, watching the pleasure on my face and groaning deep.

His fingers, his tongue. The way he holds me like I'm completely weightless, it's all too much. My moans turn into high pitched whines, my heeled boots digging into his back as my legs tighten around his head.

"Come for me, baby." He snarls, thrusting his fingers harder and sucking my clit into his mouth. My eyes pinch shut, my fingers pulling his hair harder as I come. The orgasm tearing through me and wringing me out completely.

He lowers me slowly, kissing up my body as I slide down his front. Pressing forward, he kisses my lips while grinding his cock against my sensitive pussy, the friction from his jeans grazing me just right.

"Hayden.." I moan, pressing into him and scraping my nails across his chest. He shivers, thrusting against me harder making our bodies thud against the door.

A loud knock at my back has me freezing, my tits still out with my dress bunched around my waist and Hayden pushes me behind him, pulling the door open slowly to see who's outside.

He turns, a slow wicked grin spreading across his face as he lets Zane in. I try to stuff my tits back into my dress, yanking the hem down and flushing bright red.

Zane steps in slowly, his eyebrow raising when he sees my flushed face and disheveled dress. Then, his eyes shift to Hayden. Grabbing his jaw and turning his face left and right, leaning in so close my heart stops.

Hayden's eyes widen, seemingly shocked by Zane's action but not pushing him away. They look into each other eyes for a long, heated moment before Zane leans and slowly licks a trail from Hayden's throat, across the sharp edge of his jaw, and up to his lips.

A deep groan fills the room, Zane's eyes sliding back to mine and my breath falters. "I can taste you on his skin." He pushes him away, turning toward me and I stumble back.

I swallow hard, blushing and stepping back as he follows. Pinning my back to the window and caging me in with his arms. "It would seem I need to remind you both, that you belong to ME." He growls, jealously and hunger burning in his deep green eyes. His silver chain glinting around his neck as he leans in close.

"On your knees."