Page 19 of Pucking Obsessed

Hayden kisses the side of my head. “Next time. If I feel your fingers on my cock right now, I’ll come in my pants.” He chuckles, but there’s no humor. I can feel him breathing, steady and sure, like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded. I don’t dare look at him and see the way his lips are probably still glistening from what he just did. I shift, trying to push off of his lap. I need to clear my head and there’s no way I can do that while being this close to him.

“Stop overthinking it, princess,” Hayden murmurs lazily. “I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to realize you’re mine.”

I open my mouth to argue, but he shifts beneath me, standing to let me find my feet. My legs wobble, and he steadies me with his hands, guiding me toward the door.

At the entrance, he reaches for my hand, but I hesitate. Holding his hand led to my panties in his pocket and I don’t think I’ll survive another orgasm that intense.

“Either hold my hand like a good future stepsister,” he warns, a wicked grin curling his lips, “or I toss you over my shoulder and parade you through campus. Or better yet…” He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out my panties, holding them up for me to see. “I could wave these around since my hands are free.”

“Hayden!” I hiss, mortified, but a laugh bubbles out despite myself. I shake my head and reach out to grab his hand, giving in to his antics. I realize in this moment that I’m doing it for me too. Setting boundaries can wait for tomorrow, because right now I want the comfort of his big hand swallowing mine.

“Now I know your threats are hollow,” I tease. “You’d never let some other guy see my panties.”

He shrugs, lacing his fingers through mine, his grip firm like he’s making sure I’m still here. “I’d have to cut their eyes out,” he says, flashing me a grin before his face goes serious.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking,” I say.

Hayden doesn’t respond, and by the time we reach my dorm, everything starts to hit me.

“I think you should stay at my place tonight,” he says. “Grab some of your things.”

“Nope. This was a one-time thing, Hayden. We can’t keep toeing the line like this. Someone’s going to get hurt.”Me. It’s me that’ll get hurt.My voice cracks, betraying me, and I hate it.

Hayden moves closer, brushing a hand over my hair like he’s enjoying the feeling of the strands under his fingers. “I’ll never hurt you,” he whispers.

Something about his soft words and the way he looks at me makes my chest ache. I can’t risk falling for him and then trying to put the pieces back together when it all falls apart. I’m just now getting to a place where I’m not running myself ragged. I pull away, forcing myself to step back. “I have to go,” I mumbleas I turn for the dorm. I don’t look back, not even when he calls my name.

God help me, all I want is to turn around and let him pull me right back into his arms.

HAYDEN

Madison’s been avoiding me for three days, and it’s driving me insane. I know it freaked her out how comfortable she was letting me undress her, how she wanted more than what I gave her. I’ve of course been keeping an eye on her, making sure she’s safe. There haven't been any more surprises in my locker, so I’m loosening up a bit. It was probably a prank, someone with too much time on their hands to purchase the same necklace just to get a rise out of me.

I tell myself that I’m doing this tonight because I need to check on Madison, but it’s really for me.

It’s midnight when I let myself into Madison’s room with the key I bought off the cleaning staff, the door clicking softly behind me. The space smells like her, soft, warm, and sweet. Moonlight spills through the window, throwing faint silvery patterns across the floor, and I spot her bitchy roommate, Chapel, sprawled on the other bed, dead to the world.

Madison’s tangled in her sheets, sleeping restlessly, the soft sound of her breathing pulling at me like a magnet. She’s wearing a white tank top scattered with tiny pink flowers, the thin straps slipping off her shoulders, exposing smooth, bare skin. My cock twitches in my jeans at the sight, hard and aching.I know she isn’t wearing a bra. The fabric clings to her chest with every slow, uneven breath, teasing me with soft curves and the faint outline of her nipples.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

I crouch at the edge of her bed like an absolute stalker, letting my gaze drift down her body. She’s curled on her side, the edge of her tank top riding up just enough to expose the waistband of matching shorts. The fabric looks soft, barely-there, and it makes my throat tighten. I need to see the rest, but I know I’m playing a reckless game. I can feel that I’m on the edge, because the thought of climbing on that bed, spreading her legs and pinning her beneath me does not seem all that outrageous right now.

I reach for the covers, carefully pulling them back. The sheets whisper against her skin, and I freeze when she stirs, murmuring something I can’t make out. My breath catches, but she doesn’t wake. I exhale slowly, watching her face soften as she settles back into sleep.

I want her. I want to strip her bare, peel every inch of that innocent little set off her body, and kiss every inch of her soft skin until she’s trembling and begging to come all over my cock. My hands curl into fists at my sides to keep from touching her.

But fuck, the things I want to do to her.

I know what it felt like to have her leg hooked over my hip, her body vibrating in my hands. But it’s not enough. It’s a tease, a goddamn spark to a wildfire that’s still burning through me. I need to know what it feels like to pin her down, to press her into the mattress and claim every inch of her body until her legs lock tight around my back and she’s moaning my name while I fill her with rope after rope of hot cum. The thought alone makes my jaw tighten, and my dick is hard enough to rip a hole clear through my jeans.

I stay perfectly still, my gaze drinking her in. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, her lips parting as she exhales a soft, dreamy breath. Her blonde hair is splayed across the pillow in silky waves, and I fight the urge to touch it, to wrap a lock around my finger just to feel how soft it is again.

Every muscle in my body aches from holding back, from the restraint it takes to not climb into that bed, pull her against me, and let her feel just how bad I need her. My hand twitches, itching to tug that thin little tank top down, to free her soft, perfect breasts and take one of those pebbled nipples into my mouth. I want to feel her shiver under me as I suck on it, teasing her until she’s gasping my name, helpless and desperate.

I tell myself I won’t touch her. Not tonight. Not when Chapel is snoring softly a few feet away. I’m just here. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. I can’t stop the thoughts, the images of us together rolling through my mind as I unbutton my jeans, reaching in to grip my cock.

I think about sinking inside her. I imagine her tight, wet pussy clenching around me as I fuck her slow at first, teasing her, making her beg me to give her more. I want to watch her come undone, her body arching, writhing beneath me as she moans my name over and over. She will never utter another man’s name and that thought alone is enough to have my dick grow even harder. I haven’t come since the day I was on my knees, sucking on Madison’s clit in the cathedral. I’ve been stewing, brooding, ready to snap and uninterested in anything except being with her.

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