Dangerous Love

CHAPTER 8 (The Mind Game)

The air of the Solstice's breeze made through my skinny body, the bright lights of New York's night sky broke into my dark copper hair. My black leather jacket fits on me snugly and my long tee covered half of my legs. I was wearing black stocking with ankle boots to match it up, walking like nobody's business as I went down heading to the downtown alley of Manhattan. I managed to check my looks in the mirrored wall of the shops I was passing through.

I looked grungy who'll be attending a night underground rock concert somewhere between punk to progressive, to metal rock-a-thon. Yeah! Punks not dead only much morbid version.

I sighed. When did I look like The Pretty Reckless main vocal? If I didn't dyed my hair, I will definitely look like Taylor. The girl who'd been evicted and ditched out of the Gossip Girl series.

Anyways, I have no plan to change my outfit nor my style. Didn't have time to buy new set of clothes neither, that will make me look like Barbie. Heh, there's a time to dress pretty and to dress down. Specially if I'll only do that to please someone. I dress for nobody but myself. Of course, it's my own body and my own life. I'll own it and pamper it in my own very way. Besides, no one will care and love you as much as you do. Love yourself.

I stopped in a curb, trying to find an available cab. It was seven of the evening. A very not convenient hours in this City. The New York's rush hour is like hell. So I crossed the street and located the nearest bus stop. I waited for fifteen minutes before I got to a metro bus. I dabbed my metro card and found a nearest seat. I put on my headphones to relax while commuting. It will take ten to fifteen for my bus stop. It's better to get chill in with my better companion. Good thing I managed to memorize the common and main thoroughfare and streets here in the most busiest borough of New York.

I hit my playlist. I played my recently played and surprised to hear Beethoven's Moonlight sonata. Then I scrolled down. My playlist was completely replaced by classical music. WTF!

Since It'll take time to fix my normal music playlist, I endured listening to it. Well, it always helped me calm down when I was so stressed out and it was one of the therapy I'd taken back when I was a kid. Kinda nostalgic though, and bad memories chillingly crept all over, bugging the hell of me. Again.

Having no time to do a memory lane stroll, I snatched the headphones and put it back to my bag. I put my phone to silent mode and checked if Alice was still with me, on my surprise, she's not online. Whoa, she surely have something to keep her busy.

I waited for the next nine minutes, ignored few fellow passengers checking me out. I kept my eyes outside. Someone even whistled then a lady behind him berated him for catcalling. I could feel their probing gaze towards me. A girl at my age sat next to me then they stopped looking at me.

When I reached the next stop, I bustled out and flashed my middle finger in their direction then I walked, few meters to finally reached the venue. I paused to check out the place. It named Shanghai Club. Why would he drink in this kind of place?

Don't get me wrong, the place was okay, so neat, so light and lively. Just so... I can't find the right word. So...

A man slammed in the nearest table splashing all the drinks and the plates scattered in the floor. I did a quick sidestep and looked at the man and the charging man towards him. A fight continued making the crowd cheered to the ridiculous Chinese rumble. WTF!

I managed to mobilize, swaying my way to the safe side. I glanced to my surrounding. Black, Asian and White. They all gathered around here. Eating, drinking, playing Mahjong, cards and billiard. So it's a Ghetto den for the urban poor or just a place for the trash of society? Don't judge me. Just stating what I see.

I searched as I gripped on my shoulder bag. Then I asked the approaching waiter where could that jerk probably nursing a bottle of whiskey. Again. Burning his healthy lungs and liver.

He pointed the lounge in the upper floor. The private section of the place. Right, he still has the authority over here. I bet everyone knows him.

I went inside, sneaking in and out. It has five secluded rooms. I checked every room. I even had a short glimpse of someone making out.

Disgusting, did he plan to make out with me here? He really have no moral. And he's seeing me as a cheap, low lying prostitute. That asshole!

I was backing my step when I noticed someone leaning sideways behind the last door. He bumped his head on the side walls whose drooping down then he lifted it and bumped again. Stupid!

I walked towards him and stopped in front of him. He noticed my boots and trained his eyes upward to look at me. Then he smiled. That freaking gorgeous smile. "You came,"

I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on my hips. "Why do you want me to go here? This place is...too bad for your liking." I chose not to offend anyone. It's their own version of paradise. Better shut your dirty little mouth if you love your life.

"This place is my place. I don't belong anywhere but here," He drawled and tried to reach my face with his fingers. I slapped it.

"You're drunk, I'll get you home safely." I said flatly and walked ahead, then I glanced back when he was still standing there.

"C'mon! Let's go," I urged him.

He didn't move even a muscle. "Oh for God's sake, Will! Let's get you sober. You know drinking will not solve any problem, only gives you freaking headache. Now let's go, move your butt now."

He didn't budge and just stood there like a stupid log. "Hey! What's your proble––"

"What do you know? You don't know why I'm like this. You're just a b***h that I bought in that high class brothel house. A cheap tramp that trying to catch a billionaire just to escape your ill fated situation. What do you know? Huh!" He ranted and gave me a dark look.

I clenched my fist and set my jaw. Nobody calls me a w***e or slut or any depraving terms to define sullied and dirty working woman. I'm not a prostitute!

But then, I realized why he's looking down on me. I set that point on him. That I'm a hooker. An easy lay for anyone. An escort girl that he bought and challenged with the other men in the club. That I portrayed that just to get my hand on my elusive goal. I set that image to him. It made a qualm and disgusting effect in me. Why do I let him see me like that? And why do I care about what he thinks? He's just like the other boys.

I bit my tears of dejection and eating up self-abasement. I made it this far, can't afford to back down now.

"Okay, so what do you want?" I cleared the lump in my throat.

He shifted his head, smoothening his face. Then he leaned his side to the wall. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that...I'm just, angry." He apologized then his dark misty eyes hooked me in a hypnotic gaze.

I suddenly felt weak and read his emotions. He was jaded, pain, hurt by the ghost of the past. I recalled what Ash told me earlier. Making me realize why he was so eaten up by hatred. I suddenly felt my legs walking towards him and gave him a hug. I felt his body became stiff but he instantly gave in. He wrapped his arms around me and inhaled my hair. I felt his body somehow relax. He kissed my hair and hugged me even tighter. I nestled to his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding so fast then paced down in a normal rhythm. I rubbed my cheek on his shirt which wide opened revealing his short and thin chest hair grazing my face.

We stayed that long before he broke off that warm embrace and stared at me. So hard and long that I almost thought I'd grown another eye or horn on my forehead. Then he smiled. "Thanks for dropping by, Hailey."

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After that silly confrontation that ended up into a mushy and cloying atmosphere choking the harsh and obscenities of the surrounding, I found myself listening to his angst, laughed at his foolishness and killed the time drinking together.

"So when did you learn to drink? You're a heavy drinker, for a girl like your age." He mused as his heavy lidded eyes hooded his blue gaze.

I smiled, taking another shot. "Let's just say, I befriend those guys that look like gangsters. They taught me a lot of things. Including bad things, I drink, I smoke and hang out with boys older than me."

"Whoa! You smoke?" He sounded surprise.

I nodded, popping a chicken meat infused in spices and herbs, cuts for finger food.

"How about Mary Jane?"

I shook my head and gulped a glass of water cleansing my mouth. Damn, the chix was spicy hot.

"That's too much. I don't smoke weeds," then I took my shot half. The heavy tequila burned my throat which made me hiss, I reached for the salt and squeezed lemon in my mouth. "That's too strong. Just cigarette, for occasional or just for the kicks, but I'm not a heavy smoker."

"I don't like girls smoking." He declared.

"Good for you, I'm not your type." I smarted, downing the last drop of my shot glass. But something inside felt kinda hurt.

"No, I like you. You're one of a kind."

I hung from taking another shot and stared at him. "Really? That's very believable." I averted my eyes and hid a secret smile. I didn't know why I felt this silly feelings but I like it when he always say that.

"Hailey, how old are you?"

I mindlessly chewed the spicy chix (Damn! It was so spicy hot) and shot a disbelief look on him. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering," he shrugged.

"I'm eighteen, just have my birthday last May."

"So, I'm older than you, I'm turning nineteen this August."

"Will that makes any difference? Age doesn't hold anything. Just number."

"Do you like to go back to school? If I remember correctly, you dropped out when you're just sixteen."

"Where is this heading to? Why you're asking that silly question?"

"I want you to come with me, I'll pay a tutor or enroll you in an online education. If you just agree to my proposition."

"Why is this very important to you? You can just let me be and not bother to care for my––"

"I want to get you school, dress you up and shelter you. In return, help me fulfill my plan."

I gaped then closed it shut. "Why? Why me?"

"Because you fit in my category."

"Of what? What do you think I was made of?"

"I just feel I can use you to achieve my goal. You're too perfect for the job."

"So you're just gonna use me, is that it?"

"Well, if that's how it sounds to you then yes, we can do better together. In other words, friends with benefit. You can also use me. Everyone see me as a tool." He said conceitedly.

"What limits do we have?"

"So you're agreeing?"

"Tell me the conditions first. I can't say yes to something if I don't know what I'm entering for. So start talking."

"Wise words, smart choice, great mind."

"Drop the flattery, speak."

"I already told you. I will sponsor you everything you need, money, clothes, jewelries, name it. I can give you all of that only in one condition, help me make Ash's life miserable. I want you to do everything to get any information, possible asset or a tool I can use to bring hell on his door. Now, do we have an agreement?"

"You want me to get close to him? Like really close? Wait a minute––you want me to be the third party? To wreck their relationship?"

"No, just settle a relationship between him and her wife. Befriend his wife, gain her trust. Just make sure they will not settle suspicion or think that you're planning something against them. I already have a plan. We just need to keep it rolling."

I contemplated, recalling what Ash said. God, their minds are Gemini. They think very similarly. I could only imagine, this could be a very disastrous situation that I will put myself in. Better back out now, Quinn.

"Are you decided?"

I skimmed his face. He looked really serious and his thirst for payback was quite visible. I sighed in desperate defeat. I have to do this. For the mission. For the information. For my mom's justice.

"Okay, we have a deal."

‡Will Castillo ‡

I watched her in the peripheral of my vision. She was with me. I couldn't find the right word to describe it but I felt good knowing she's here with me. I cast another quick glance on her. She was becoming tipsy.

Thanks to the five rounds of Tequila hot shots and the aphrodisiac food, I felt my raging hormones building up. God, she's so sexy.

"Do you take cab for a ride back home?" Then I realized I haven't ask where she live.

She nudged her head up and smiled. Kinda blushing due to the effect of the alcohol. She even unzipped her jacket for air. I could see from the distance of us and only center table between us, her breast heaving, rising up and down. Damn it! Those rosy red n*****s!

I gulped as I looked away. "Do you want me to take you home? You don't look good to go home alone." I recited but my excitement getting the best of me. I felt my c**k already jerking up.

Too soon, way too soon.

I cleared my throat. "Hailey, Hailey!" Did she sleep already? I stood and swayed around, checking her. She chose to sit on the floor slouchily, She gave out a low moan. Damn it. Hold yourself.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself and shook her up a little. "We need to get out of here," I tried to check on her face.

Her eyes were closed, calmly sleeping. I went down to memorize her face. Her perfect trimmed brows, her aristocratic, straight nose, defined cheekbone, rosy cheek due to alcohol and her signature red lips. She didn't wear any make up. Just her natural beauty. I suddenly found myself imagining sleeping and waking up with her with silly hang over from whiskey and vigorous s*x all night. It made my restraining willpower test to its limit. That's it. I'll take her now. Tonight, in my place.

I was going to scoop her up when she suddenly stirred and stared at me while frowning. "What are you doing?" She pushed me away but there was no use.

I've decided to take my prize tonight. "Carrying you. You seems too much drink."

"Huh, really? What a nice excuse." She rose to her feet, too quick that she lost her balance.

I held her still and put my arm on her waist. "Let me carry you first, you're knees are too weak." I laid her arm on my shoulder and lifted her up, carrying her.

"My bag!" She yelled out as I was circling away from the lounge seat. I turned back to the seat and gingerly picked her shoulder bag by my foot, balancing her and myself. I tried two attempts to hook it up and when I looked like dumb, she tapped my shoulder. "Bend down, I'll do it." Hiding her giggles.

I smiled too and stooped, still carrying her and let her grab the sling of her bag. She kept it in her other hand, clutching it while I made our way out of the room.

We managed to snake down the stairs, dodged throwing bottles and spinning forks and steak knives. We made it out safely.

I put her down on her feet just to make a call for my driver. I was making an instruction when suddenly she hugged my waist behind me.

"Try not to come back in a place like this again. This place is so dangerous and so corrupted with violence." She mumbled as she leaned her body on my back. I could actually feel her heartbeat behind me.

"O–okay," I stuttered checking her by glancing at my back. "Are you sleep again?" Then I put my phone back to my pocket.

She made movement of her head. I believed she was shaking her head. "Where's your car?" She asked impatiently.

"Already coming." I cleared my throat trying to space out for more air. I felt something clogging my throat.

"By the way, where should I take you? I mean, where's your address?" My thoughts already scrambling.

"Take me to your place. I want to see your house." She absently said.

"Are you sure?" My heart thumping like hell. What the hell is this kind of feeling? As if it's my first time.

"Just take me where you live, maybe I can crash on your place."

I closed my eyes, rejoicing for answered prayer. You ask for it, you'll get it. I'll make sure, you'll never regret it.

"Okay," I unknotted her hands on my waist and pulled her into a side hug. "You act different when drunk," I noticed as she snuggled on my side waist and nestled in my chest.

"Mmm, I love your perfume." She whispered as she sniffed my neck. Making the back of my head rose.

"Stop doing that, I'll kiss you." I warned lightly.

She giggled and sniffed again. "Hey! Stop!"

She laughed when she saw me blushed. What the hell?!

"So this is your weak spot." She ran a finger on the side of my neck. It tickled so I caught her finger before it land to the sensitive base of my left ear where I have a strong tickle.

"Stop, I'll punish you." I growled.

"Punish me now," she braced herself tilting her head up.

I didn't second guess and claimed her lips, I kissed her roughly but I shifted slowly into a teasing and caressing way. She matched my every move sliding her arms around my shoulders and glided with me as our bodies melted, molding to each other as if we were made for each other like delicate key to its lock. We latched perfectly fit. I snaked my hands on her slim waist, smoothing her back with my fingers. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, tasting, exploring, teasing and owning it. She did the same, matching my slippery tongue. I chewed her lips and teased it, then kissed her again.

She wet her lips and arched her back giving me her frontal arousal. Her n*****s were ripped, taut and already poking underneath her clothes. I showered her light kisses on the base of her neck and shoulder as she was kissing my neck. I screamed out my frustration.

I need to take her in my bed. I will go crazy if I will let her slip away again.

"Hailey," I spoke in raspy voice.

She looked up with the same gesture and equally mirrored desire. "Have s*x with me."

‡Quinn ‡

I snugly wrapped my arms around his waist while we were sitting next to each other at the backseat of his car as we took off, going through the busy street of Fifth Avenue. He rested his chin on top of my head while his hand on my back mindlessly toying the curls of my hair. I settled in his warm and getting used to his scent. I dived my nose to his chest, fusing with his perfume and manly odor. He smell like spice, cool, fresh and musky which intoxicated me. He's more addictive than the heroin (though I don't have any idea what that drugs really smell.) and hit me hard aside from the ten rounds of Tequila shots. I've never been this close to any men.

Even to Dylan, who courted me profusely back in the team. He's cocky, smart and equally gorgeous but I can't feel any comfort when I was with him. Unlike to the unrealized solace that this guy giving me. He whispered something to my ear. I giggled, it tickled. Even it was a simple whisper, it made me gush.

"Hey Hailey, are you still awake?"

"Mmm,"

"Don't sleep on my shoulder." He gave a lowly chuckle.

I didn't look up, I just stayed in his side, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder.

"You really are adorable," He placed a kiss on my temple. Then he let me rest there for a while.

I thought I made a quick nap. When he shook me, I realized that the car already stopped. "We're here," He announced and gently nudge my face. "Do you want me to carry you?"

I stared at his face and focus in his dark blue eyes. How could this broken soul looks so gorgeous? Why is he so nice to me?

"No, I'll walk." I got a little sober. I unknotted my tangled arms on him and reached the door. I felt his weight on my side disappeared and when I glanced at him, he was already out of the car. I held the door but it opened and saw him right in front, waiting for me to climb off the car.

So gentlemanly for a guy who only see me as his useful tool.

I went out and stepped on his side as he shut the car's door close. He put an arm on my back tugging me closer to his side while giving a nod to the driver. The car drove out, probably retiring the car to the parking lot.

He swayed and ushered me to the posh, elegant and huge lobby with two revolving doors. We entered and the night shift staff greeted us. A man, in his elderly age dressed in polish Navy blue and white stripe on his arm band smiled as we paused in front of his desk.

"Good evening, Mr. Castillo." And sent a genuine smile on me. "I see, you have a date tonight."

"Good evening too, Mr. Wesley. She's my girlfriend." He said while the old man gave his keys and handed a clipboard to sign for few airmails and package.

"It came early this morning after you left."

"Just the usual?" He asked while signing the FedEx consignee slip.

"Yes, but much bulky. The parcel seems so lightweight. I'll send it at your door tomorrow." Then winked and smiled knowingly.

Will smiled too and put his key card and few keys in his side pocket then urged me to walk. We entered an elegant as f**k elevator. I saw gold, crystal and few black ornamental tiffany glasses.

"You live in a hotel?" I asked incredulously.

He sidled a short glance and smirked. "No, I just own a penthouse on the top floor."

"Oh," it was all I could say.

"You own this place," I surmised.

"Partially, I have 40 percent share of its profits. The rest is to the other shareholders. My step dad owns it." He said matter of factly.

I just nodded my head. God! I never realize how rich he is. "So your step dad venture in chain of hotels?"

"Yeah, and casinos, resorts and other establishment. Specifically, in Land development and realty corp. He also own a construction firm in the UK. One of the prominent and well-known mostly in Europe."

"Wow,"

He looked down on my face, checking me out.

"What?"

He smiled. "Nothing, you seems sober now." Then he clamped my waist even closer. "That's good, I will have no qualm to take you in my bed, you'll not going to accuse me of taking advantage of your tipsy state."

My cheeks turned red. "What do you mean?" I sounded so innocent.

He chuckled. "I said I'll pleasure you tonight, I'll make you scream and cry for pleasure."

That made my knees wobble. "I never agreed to this,"

"Yeah, but you kissed me after I told you. It means you like it too. I'll consider that as a yes."

"But I was drunk!" I protested. Panicking and disoriented. How did I end up here?

"There's no backing out now, we're here." The elevator dinged and opened.

I found a panelled crystal glass wall and found a huge single door in the far end of the hall. We walked side by side towards the black steel and dark mahogany wood paneled door. It looked like vault from the exterior design. He pulled out the key card, swiped it to the lock and entered the pass code. It clicked so he opened it wide and let me in first.

A magnificent, grandest and clear evidence of opulence greeted my eyes. Wow! As in wow! It was huge, lofty, spacious and neat.

I walked automatically and roamed my eyes, feasting on the plushy spectacles around his pad. It was masculine, with sleek design of the furniture and the monochromatic color. Black and white were the common dominating colors.

The elegant style of urban design and ergonomic function made me think he's a man of modern and a lover of contemporary arts. His sleek, polish and refine characters reflected in his favored aesthetic.

I walked to the living room, running my hand on the soft, black leather lounge sofa bed. There was a black tinted glass with steel gray feet stood low as his center table. The Avant garde design of his lamp made me inspect it. It turned on by body heat sensor. I checked on his giant flat screen with concave, HD smart TV that sat on the center. It looked like a giant black glass wall.

Then I found my feet to the seven steps stairs to his viewing deck. There was a white divan, gray corner sofa and coffee table on the side. The wall of tempered glass function as his balcony and ceiling to floor window as one. I could see the Empire State Building and Chrysler building from the viewpoint. I marveled the city lights scene viewed at top. It was a breathtaking sight.

"Wow," I whispered as I touched the thick convex glass. It paneled the whole side making it a house full of glasses.

"You like it?" He asked. I could feel his presence on my back.

I nodded. Still hooked up to the scenery below. "I can see almost everything here."

"Glad you like it. We're actually eighty seven feet away from the ground."

"Cool,"

"I see, you're not afraid of heights."

I shook my head eagerly. "I tried a lot of activities in the sky more often.." I slipped. Then cursed myself inwardly.

Don't tell him! Don't you dare tell him!

"Really? What kind of activities?" His voice was so faint and low. I glanced at him. He was at the bar down below, (God! He has a mini bar on his pad!) pouring some yellowish liquid in two burgundy glasses.

"Ah...Parasailing, paragliding and, skydiving." I never mentioned what was that for.

I never included glass climbing, I mean, outside the building wearing no gear nor harness at all. I also did a deadly free fall that almost break my neck from sixty stories height building. Yeah, I love danger, relatively the pain that comes with it.

"That sounds cool." He returned with two glasses of wine with him.

He offered one for me. I took it and just like I always did, swirled it twice and smell it first, with half closed eyes. "Chardonnay,"

"You're right." He replied while staring at me. Unblinking and took the first sip.

I sipped on it a little bit, savoring the intense kick of oak-y and tinge of sweet after taste. "For a man of your age, you know well enough how to please a girl like me."

"It's just the usual practice. I was bred in London town circle. Parties and soirees, they just become my common territories."

I smiled and took another sip. Apparently, my head was muddling and later than a minute, my head will spin around.

"Where's your room?" I stepped out of the viewing deck heading down the steps and wandered in his expansive pad.

He had five rooms, four were smaller with single bed and common furniture like dressers, night stand and single lamp. The guest rooms I guessed. Then I located the big one. I tried the door knob but a hand landed on my side which made me jump out of my skin.

"Going to bed early?" He spoke fluidly and smiled devilishly.

"Yeah, this is your room?" I hid my distracting thoughts.

He nodded and held my hand holding the knob, twisted it with my hand underneath his.

He flung it open and released my hand. "Here it is," then took the glass from my hand.

I mindlessly walked inside looking at every corner and spun around then landed on his four posted giant bed. It was a king sized bed and he sleep all night here. Unlike me, I have to fit my five feet and eight inches self in a single-much-like-cot bed. I gained centimeters height, I checked when Meriam measured me.

"This is so f*****g huge for you, tell me honestly, you like to pamper yourself often, right?"

He shrugged off and put the glasses down the sitting table and started to peel his coat. He laid it at the back of the black Venetian chair. That alerted me. I sat up straight, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was doing it ridiculously slow while sidling on me.

"I changed my mind. I'm sleeping in the other room." I stood straight and gripped the sling of my bag but he grabbed me before I could run to the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked shielding his violent hiss.

"I–I can't do this..." He cupped my face with his other hand, his thumb caressing my cheek.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Hailey. Stay, please." His eyes bore on me with his another hypnotic spell.

I parted my lips then pursed it then matched his intense looking eyes. So many emotions, anger, hate, pain, desire but top it all, sadness and his lonely eyes captured me. It mirrored mine. I stepped in, closer to him. He gave a sad, wane smile then I put my hand on his face, smoothing his jawline. He released my other hand which I deposited in his right chest. I suddenly broke the eye contact. I can't do this, I can't do this!

"Hailey, look at me." He murmured.

I did, I met his longing and full of desire gaze. "Kiss me,"

I made me second guess, baffle and distraught. "I–"

"I won't force you, if you don't like this..just stay with me.." He was suddenly drifting away.

No! I just can't... Allow myself to be distracted... I want you too but...

Oh screw it!

I stopped him, stared at him and pulled his face then kissed him, hard and sweet. He dived in and engulfed me with his arms. I snaked my hands on his shoulders, he did the same but this time with more determination. He was gingerly peeling off my leather jacket. I obeyed and it fell on my feet together with my bag, I kicked my boots off, while he kicked his shoes off too. Then he smoothed his hand on my hips reaching the hem of my long tee, I stopped kissing him back, he stopped too but then he kissed me again and continued to roll my tee up to my waist and up until I was freely flinging it off my head. He stopped just to feast on my nakedness. I wore a strapless bra and thong both in black.

I froze when I realized what I was doing but he never let me loose my confidence. "Damn, you're f*****g hot." He kissed me again, urging me to step backward, navigating me to the bed.

I landed on the mattress with him on top of me, exploring my half naked body, he snapped the front hook of my bra and sent it away from me body. He paused and went rigid as his eyes went down on my twin red n*****s. Already erected and longing to be tease. He went down, sucking my tit while his hand cupping the other one. I took a sharp intake of my breath as he continued to savor on my breast. I arched my back, offering him a better vantage. My body was getting so hot. He licked the valley of my breast going down to my navel then stopped half way to my under belly and masterly stripped my black stocking. I shivered as the veneer fabric slowly going down to my bikini line, to my inner thigh and further down until it was out of my legs. He tossed it aside. I was lying halfway to bed making the tip of my toe still feeling the floor.

He slowly sat up then rolled over out of the bed, stripping his shirt, ripping it and then his pants, kicking it then I saw his raging member, his erected c**k evident to his arousal. He took his boxer off and kicked it away leaving him totally naked in front of me. I saw his arousal, it was...big and pulsing. God! He's going to kill me with that giant c**k!

I suddenly thought this was a bad idea but none of my limbs work accordingly. I want to run and escape but my body says I want him. Inside me. Feel him, taste him.

He went to the night stand and pulled the drawer getting something, he ripped a foil of condom and put it on then massaged his c**k and came back in front of me. Then he kneeled down, bending a bit just to strip my black lace thong slowly, revealing my already wet arousal. He smiled, then he sniffed the bottom of it, savoring my scent. He tossed it aside then he held my knee cap, caressed it, propped my foot to the mattress and spread my legs wide. I was going to protest but he already lowered his head, kissing the heart of my s*x. I gasped in surprise as he thrust his tongue inside, tasting and swirling and taunting, he even pinched my c******s which made me buck my hip. I continued to gasp for air and thrashed my body as he was pleasuring me with ecstatic feeling. I gripped the sheet and closed my eyes, Is this what they called blissful s*x urges?

He gripped my hip as he drank on my sweet release as I felt something inside just flushed down on me. I was feverish, my knees were shaking. He looked up and met my gaze. Then he rose and crawled on top of me. He managed to push me up to the center of the bed, hooking my waist upward then snatched my hand and captured the others by his other hand placing above my head. "Look what you did, Hailey." In his raspy, bedroom voice.

"You made me so angry, I can't guarantee I will able to stop sating my lust for you." He put my hand on his pulsing c**k. "Can you feel it?" He grunted as my shaking fingers touched his member. "I want to f**k you all night long," he said and launched a deep kiss on my lips.

I answered it, licking, tasting my own arousal and voluntarily put my free hand on his shoulder. He smoothed my shoulder and placed his hand under it so sudden as he pinned his first thrust inside me. I shrieked in pain, almost bit his lip. He felt my sudden change and checked my face. He eyed me the what the f**k is wrong with you look and screwed his face too when he felt my tightness.

"f**k," he whispered as he was measuring if he should stop or just continued. I twitched in pain, he felt my agony and mirrored his. He managed to take it slow, pacing a right amount of force, but the pain didn't go away.

His face went down on my ear and whispered. "It's okay, it's okay, it will go away."

I felt my burning tears streamed down my cheeks as he awkwardly did his thrust in and thrust out. I dug my nails on his back. He grimaced and felt the urge to go faster. I felt his frustration for the momentum, so I glided and arched my hips. He eyed me for reassurance. I closed my eyes and braced myself for another assault of his shaft on my tight entrance. He grunted as he really couldn't hold it anymore.

"I'm sorry Hailey...this might get hurt," he groaned as he rammed me faster and unrelentingly.

I cried in pain. For a matter of seconds, it did make the pain go away and rewarded myself an elevating, reveling, tickling sensation that flushed down to my core. I felt my body connected to him and adopting his rhythm. He banged and slammed his body on me. I received him openly. I even wrapped his waist with my legs, enveloping and anticipating his exciting thrust.

He was groaning, growling and getting wild as the s*x goes deeper, faster and penetrated a pace for me to copy. He captured my lips again, joining our burning hot bodies in a ride of ecstasy and wild bliss. He clamped my shoulder while his other hand cupped the cheek of my butt.

I screamed out in pleasure as his thrust hit something inside me making my eyes rolled upward. "Will! Will!" I screamed out.

He grunted, growled and groaned loudly. "I'm gonna c*m," he announced, whispering in my ear.

I nodded and tilted my head. I felt his increasing pace and his hold on me got even tighter. He shouted and exploded inside me. I let out a sigh as I found my release too. His body shuddered and collapsed making his dead weight burdened me. He sank his head in my hair splayed over the white sheet. We were both catching our breath. My body became accustom to his weight but my whole body was shaking. My eyes were shot a long stare in the white lofty ceiling before his face blocked it. He was staring at me in amazement or surprise, I couldn't tell. I was so engrossed to this amazing feeling that I wouldn't care anymore to my surrounding. Then he leaned his forehead on mine. And chuckled.

I was going to chasten him for being such a jerk but I found myself laughing with him too.

"I, never thought this would be...fucking amazing." His lips was way too close for me to kiss it.

"Hailey, oh Hailey. You're driving me crazy." He groaned as he showered me with light kisses on my neck. Then I felt him stirring.

He grunted and stopped. Then checked on my face again. "Turn around,"

"What?" Still in my raspy voice.

"I said, turn around." He groaned again.

"How will I turn if you're still––" I felt him pulsing again. "Oh dear.."

He was feeling it again. So fast. It was just a matter of minute when he just climaxed.

"It's your fault, you provoke me. Now let's get busy. I'm just getting started.." He banged me up again. This time, with much care but still full on passion. We banged longer, faster and with more finesse.

I gasped, moaned softly and cried for more. "Will, Will," I whispered as I gripped his shoulder.

"I'm here, Hailey. f**k!" He labored his breath as he was going to c*m again.

We both rejoice in the height of our climax, collapsing our bodies. He rolled sideways, managed to control his breath. I found myself joining him, loud panting, gasping for air and body sweats were evidence of our remarkable, strenuous s*x.

He shot a glance at me and with one single look, it made me want him again. He gave a satisfied laugh then propped up his elbow on his side and rested his head. He was skimming down on me. I faced him sideways. He caressed my face with his free hand, pulling the straying strand of my hair out of my face and tucked behind my ear. He pulled me close. So close that my naked belly met his long, still erected c**k.

I tried to divert my thoughts but my eyes still glued in his c**k touching my skin. It became sensitive, it instantly gave a delicious goosebumps.

"Hey, Hailey. Look up." He nudged my chin. "Don't look at me like that," He teased and smirked.

"Will, I want you to f**k me behind." Still panting.

"What?" He sounded so surprise.

"Let's do, doggie style." I whispered while hiding my reddened face.

"You sure?" He doubled my self question.

I nodded and smiled. He kissed me first before he sat up, he pulled me up which was a bad idea. I felt my body was ten times heavier than it should be. Alright, I just got my first, full blown s*x and I requested for a doggie? I don't know where or why I got this feeling but I'm not gonna put my confidence down. I'm Quinn, a bad ass chick.

"Are you sure about this? I might hurt you." He asked again as he position himself behind me.

We were both kneeling. He placed me to lean on his bedstead using my two knees to support me. My body still felt the pain of our recent intercourse and slightly shaken. He ran his hand on my waist, caressing the curves of my body.

"Damn, you're f*****g sexy Hailey." He kissed my nape down to my spine. He also brushed my hair aside. "I'm not going to enter you when you're not ready. Tell me if it hurts, I'll stop," He managed to murmur that as he was already cupping my breasts.

"Mmmm," I answered in delight.

"Leaned forward," he instructed.

I obeyed and placed my hands to the headboard as he was lavishly showered me with kisses behind me from neck to shoulder, searching, exploring, marking his territory. I felt my body responded to him submissively. When he was done with kissing me behind and toying my breast, his probing hand went down slowly running his fingers to the shape of my waist in very erotic way, I felt my orgasm was working, I gave off a soft moan. He bended down low reaching my ear.

"I love to hear you screaming my name."

I flushed and that sent heat on my face. His one hand gingerly went down, to my navel, circling on it then to my flat belly then to my–

"Will, Will,"

"I hear you, baby." He kissed behind my ear. He continued to put fingers inside my v****a, toying and teasing it. My heated liquid flushed down. I heard him groaned deeply as his fingers repeatedly thrusting in and out.

"Will, stop teasing me and put it on me already!" I cried in frustration.

He smirked before straightening himself and thrust inside me.

We both sighed then he maneuvered the pace. His body slammed on my back which I thought my knees will collapse. He put my hands down then he masterly drove the phase in the momentous, excitingly. I yelled in delight.

He banged me up faster and wilder, he nearly forgot than I'm a novice. When he realized that, he slowed down.

"Faster! Faster! Will!"

"I'm...going..to hurt...you."

"No, don't stop!"

So he did. He didn't hold back and f**k me all the way. I gripped the sheet and tilted my head backward, he gripped my hips and threw a full force thrust that made my heart crazily beat out of my chest.

I bit my lip, God! He's f*****g good! Oh God!

He rammed and pummeled his c**k, burying it inside me for a split second and felt his agonizing, hot jets of release. I felt him crashing down on me. I thought I'll faint but I didn't. He pulled me in a back hug for support as his body shook, spilling his last drop of fluid inside me. He kissed my hair, my temple and my ear. He was so damn good. For making me feel so good.

I suddenly realized that he felt more animated inside. I gazed behind and saw the mess under him, the crumple sheets and a rubber tubelike hose. Is that his condom?

I inspected his face, his eyes were close, his breath was close to my ear. He laid down flat on his back and pulled me with him. Suddenly, fatigue was catching up on me. But the thought that he stripped off his condom before he entered me really bothers me.