Page 63 of Blinded By Love

Hayden walks us to the sink so that my butt is resting against the sink with his hands holding my waist.

“What did I tell you about looking at me like that?” Hayden says, leaning his face close to mine.

I press my head against the mirror and Hayden forces his way to stand between my thighs.

From up close I can see the new scratches he has on his face. They are fresh and look like he got them yesterday. I want to caress the scratches and ask him if he’s okay but then the asshole would probably laugh at me and push me away.

I can’t answer him because I don’t know why I keep looking at him like that, even though he told me our kiss was a mistake. But the way he touches me and makes me feel is unlike any other.

But he called the kiss a mistake. Push him away.

“Get off of me,” I say, trying to push him away but he keeps his hold on me. “You’re the one who keeps coming to me.”

“That’s your fault.”

He’s crazy. “How is it my fault?” I furrow my eyebrows at him, trying to ignore the way his fingers are tracing the exposed skin on my stomach. “Last time I checked, you’re the one who said it was a mistake kissing me. You’re actually insane.”

“Who said I’m trying to kiss you?” Hayden tilts his head and I feel his breath hit my cheek. “Maybe I just want to make sure your date out there knows who you belong to.”

“I belong to no one, asshole.” I try to push him off of me again but Hayden presses his hips into mine making me blush.

I can feel his bulge against my thigh through his jeans. Hayden trails one of his hands down my waist and his fingers touch my bare thigh.

“The goosebumps on your skin say otherwise. Tell me princess, are you wet?”

I press my thighs against Hayden as I feel tingling between my legs. Why does he have to say those things that make me feel like I’m going to fall apart?

“No,” I say in a low voice. I almost think he doesn’t hear me.

Hayden leans closer to me, his lips hovering over mine. My lips part, ready for him to take them in his and make me his all over again.

“Is it that guy out there making you wet or me?” I don’t say anything, I can’t. My words are stuck in my throat. I lick my bottom lip and Hayden looks down at them, licking his lips. His fingers skim across my thighs and make their way between my legs, spreading them so he can rest his body completely against mine. “You have goosebumps spread across your skin yet you’re nice and hot down here princess. Is it me you’re wet for?” he says, his lips bumping against mine.

“Hayden-” I almost choke when I feel him cup me through my underwear.

“Do you always wear lace or is it because you were hoping to get fucked tonight?”

“You’re a jerk,” I mutter even though I want this jerk to kiss me until I can’t breathe.

“Yet you’re the one who’s wet for me.” Hayden looks down at his hand between us. One of his fingers runs down the length of my pussy through my underwear. I press my thighs against Hayden and I take a deep breath as if I can’t breathe. Is this what it feels like when guys touch girls like this? Hayden rubs me through my underwear, not saying anything. I close my eyes, getting tired from absolutely nothing but I want to feel more. I don’t know what more is but I want it. I can hate Hayden and let him touch me, I try to convince myself. “You want me to touch you, princess?” I don’t answer him because I wish I could say no but I want more. I want to feel what else he can do with his hands. My hands against the sink clench. “If you don’t say anything, I’m going to touch you, Jaclyn. Your pussy is begging to be touched.” Hayden's lips find their way to my ear and I shiver. “She is all wet for me.”

“Hayden-” I moan when I feel his finger move my underwear out of the way.

His finger makes contact with my folds at the same time his lips nip at my ear. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me princess. This is for me, isn’t it?” he says as his finger grazes my clit, lightly touching it before moving his finger up and down my folds, rubbing me slowly.

He trails his lips along my jaw until they are hovering over mine. We are basically kissing without touching each other's lips. We are breathing each other's air, wanting to get closer. Almost like we’re teasing each other.

Hayden’s finger teases my entrance making me moan into his mouth. He slowly pushes one finger in and hisses. “Fuck, you’re gripping my fingers so tight, princess.”

“Hayden,” I moan, my lips caressing his.

Hayden grips my waist in his hand and he pushes me up so that I’m sitting on the sink. I rest my hands on his shoulders, holding onto him as he moves his finger in and out at a steady rhythm.

Girls rave about how guys finger them and now I get it. It’s almost as good as kissing. The way I feel so breathless and tired from his touch is so good.

I grind against his finger. His thumb plays with my clit, rubbing me fast as he enters in another finger. I grip his shoulders hard and moan into his mouth. He licks my bottom lip but still doesn’t kiss me. I still have at least a quarter of my mind to know not to kiss the enemy.

My thighs clench around Hayden as he rubs my clit faster. I rest my forehead on his and my eyes clench shut.

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