Quarterback Dare

18

The next morning the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as I slowly woke up. I turned over to find Hayden awake, his arms wrapped around me protectively with a tender smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," He murmured, brushing a stray hair from my face, and kissing my forehead.

"Mm, good morning. Shouldn't you be getting ready for practice?" I asked, snuggling closer to him.

He looked at me and said, "I have the whole day off today. What do you say we spend it together, doing something fun?"

"I'd love that."

We got up, put clothes on, and prepared breakfast together, enjoying the simple pleasure of cooking side by side. As I was fixing the eggs, Hayden came from behind and put his arms around me. I moaned softly as I wasn't expecting it.

"Oh, my. That was...I just went to cloud nine, Mr. Anderson."

Hayden kissed my head and grabbed a bite of the eggs. I put the spatula down and gave him an evil eye. "Hayden Anderson! The eggs aren't even done—"

Before I could finish Hayden turned off the burner and grabbed me and lifted me off the floor. He put me on the counter and looked at me with desire. I wrapped my legs around his waist. "You drive me crazy, Ms. Matthews!" He exclaimed. He cleared off the counter and laid me down.

"Wha—?" I asked.

"You're irresistible, Lily." He said, hovering over me, positioning himself between my legs.

The cool surface of the countertop contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from his body. His hands roamed over me, caressing and teasing, making my pulse quicken.

Hayden's lips trailed down my neck, leaving a fire in their wake. He paused to kiss at the sensitive spot just below my ear, eliciting a gasp from me. His hands found the hem of my shirt, tugging it upwards. I raised my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head and toss it aside.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe as he took a moment to admire me.

A blush rose to my cheeks, but I couldn't tear my eyes from him. "So are you." I managed to say, my voice trembling with desire.

Hayden's hands moved to the waistband of my pants, undoing the button and zipper with practiced ease. He slipped them down, leaving me in just with my panties. He knelt in front of me, kissing a path from my knees up to my inner thighs, each kiss sending jolts of electricity through me.

I was trembling with anticipation, my fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his slow torturous journey. When he finally reached the edge of my panties, he looked up at me, his eyes dark with intensity.

"May I?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes," I whispered, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

He hooked his fingers under the fabric, pulling it down and discarding it. He kissed his way back up, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of my skin. When he reached my core, he paused, looking up at me with a mischievous glint.

"You're so perfect." He said, his voice filled with reverence.

I could barely respond, my mind clouded with desire. "Hayden, please," I begged, needing his touch more than anything.

He didn't make me wait any longer. His mouth found me, and I cried out, my head falling back against the cabinet. His tongue worked magic, and I was quickly lost in the sensations, my body arching towards him.