Ashley

Sleep felt foreign as my brain was spinning endlessly on loop, thinking about Hayden, the blood, and the kiss we shared, the way he had looked so vulnerable, nothing like the untouchable king of the school, the guy I was supposed to hate with every fiber of my being. What was wrong with him? What on earth was he thinking? And what was I thinking, letting that kiss happen? Letting myself feel… anything?

I kept tossing around the bed until I felt the familiar morning chill that did nothing to cool the heat still lingering under my skin. I left the house for school without eating.

The moment I stepped into the hall, I saw Hayden and my breath hitched. He was leaning against the lockers near the gym entrance, surrounded by his usual crew. He looked… perfectly fine. More than fine. He looked confident, maybe a little aloof, effortlessly cool in his letterman jacket. If I hadn’t spent half my time cleaning his wound, if I hadn't felt the warmth of his skin under my fingers, I would have sworn I had dreamt the whole thing.

He didn't even look my way. He seemed oblivious to my presence, or maybe just expertly faking it. I suddenly felt the need to talk to him, to demand answers. How could he just show up looking like nothing happened?

During lunch, I saw him talking to Abel and then he left, I was worried immediately and wondered what was wrong so I made my way to Abel, “Abel?” I called and he turned to look at me, his eyes burning deep into me.

"What?" he snapped.

“I saw you talking with Hayden, What were you both discussing? I want to know,”

"Why don't you just fuck off back where you came from? Go on, go suck Hayden's dick. Isn't that what you really want?"

My eyes widened at the words he used at me, without a word, I turned and walked away, gripping my backpack strap so hard my knuckles were white.

The school was finally over and I went back home, I met mom and dad talking and I just went up to my room. I was restless as I couldn’t help but think about what Hayden and Abel talked about, were there more troubles than I knew?

Hours crawled by as I paced my room, trying to take my attention somewhere else but nothing held my attention. It was past one in the morning when I heard the muffled sound of the back door opening and closing softly. I knew immediately he was home.

My heart leaped into my throat. Without thinking I stepped out of the room and pushed his door open slightly wider and stepped inside. "Hayden?"

He flinched, turning his head sharply. His eyes landed on me, "Ashley. What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked, "You disappeared today. And about last night... You are not going to say anything? About any of it?"

He turned fully towards me, his shoulders slumping slightly. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. "There's nothing to say."

"Nothing?" I echoed, incredulous. "You were stabbed, Hayden! And... and what about the kiss?"

"Get out, Ashley," he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion.

"No!" I took a step further into the room. "I'm not leaving. Not until you talk to me."

He just stared at me, his gaze intense. I took another step closer, as I got nearer, I inhaled a scent from him, that made me gasp quietly. Was it... was it true? The rumors I had heard. Was he really doing drugs? I wanted to confirm. Driven by an impulse, I leaned forward slightly, trying to get a better sniff.

Hayden's hand shot out, gripping my wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm, stopping me. His eyes were dark, his breathing heavy. "Ashley," he rasped, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. "I am barely holding myself together right now. Barely holding myself from pushing you up against that wall and taking everything I want."

The raw intensity in his voice, the heat radiating from his grip, was overwhelming. My heart hammered against my ribs. "Then try me." I muttered.

He didn't hesitate. His eyes were raw and untamed, he let go of my wrist, but only to wrap an arm around my waist and pull me against him. My breath hitched, the sudden proximity stole the air from my lungs. Before I could even register what was happening, he was walking backward, pulling me with him, towards his bed.

My back hit the mattress, and he followed, pinning me gently with his weight. His mouth was on mine in an instant. The kiss was demanding, with a desperation that mirrored my own desire. His tongue traced the line of my teeth, asking for entry, and I parted my lips on instinct, letting him deepen the kiss.

His free hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back, exposing my throat. “Ashley,” he moaned as he broke the kiss, trailing burning kisses down my jaw, along my neck, his breath warm against my skin. I arched against him, a soft moan escaping my lips. My hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

His other hand, the one not tangled in my hair, began to roam. It slid down my side, over the thin fabric of my robe, settling on my hipbone. “You are so fucking sexy and irresistible,” he murmured and he moved his hand upwards, slowly tracing the curve of my waist. Every touch sent a shiver down my spine.

He paused, his fingers brushing against the side of my breast through the robe. A gasp escaped my lips. “Let me know if you want me to stop, You can always make use your mouth.” He groaned softly into my neck. I didn’t want him to stop.

“Don’t… don’t stop,”i slurred like an intoxicated bitch. His hand cupped my boobs, his thumb brushing against my nipple through the fabric which sending a jolt of electric fire through me.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching mine. “I don’t mind kissing you all day, Ashley! It took a lot of self-control. You are damn sexy, it takes a lot of effort to take my eyes off, I end up getting hard each day because of you.”

His innocent words did nothing but sent a jolt of pleasure through me. He lowered his head and kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring my mouth with a possessiveness that was both unnerving and strangely intoxicating.

One hand left my boobs, moving down my body again, tracing the line of my ribcage as he slowly untied my robe, pushing the fabric aside.

He pulled back again, his eyes devouring me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the burning desire in his gaze made me feel... seen. I felt wanted.

His hand slowly moved around my body until his finger brushed against my pussy and a gasp tore from my throat, this time high and sharp. “You don’t want your parents coming to my room Ashley, Be quiet.” I nodded and bit my lips trying to stop myself.

“The way you bit your lips… it feels like you are seducing me and it’s working,” his voice was so low that it felt like he was rumbling. He moved his fingers slowly at first, exploring my pussy. My hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his shirt as a wave of sensation washed over me.

He increased the pressure,” fuck! Hayden!” I finally moaned out, unable to hold it in any longer. My hips began to instinctively buck against his hand. My eyes were squeezed shut, my head thrashing slightly against the pillow. I felt something building inside of me, my breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by soft cries.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a low rasp that sent shivers through my already trembling body. "That's it, Ashley. Just let go."

The sensations intensified, everything tightening inside me. The pressure, the speed, the burning heat… I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe properly, only feel. My back arched off the bed, my body convulsing with a sudden, overwhelming release. A final, ragged gasp tore from my lungs as I came, the tremors rippling through me, leaving me breathless and boneless beneath him.

My muscles quivered, and I lay there, panting, the aftershocks still vibrating through my body. Hayden remained above me, his breathing just as heavy as mine. He lowered his head again, pressing his forehead against mine.

He didn't kiss me. He didn't move. Just stayed there, his body warm and heavy on mine.

"I tried, Ashley," he murmured, the words barely audible. "I tried so damn hard to keep you out of this world. You should have listened.”

I knew I was up for something the moment I let him touch me, but I felt more elated knowing I was ready for whatever his world is.