Jake + Hayden
Bonus Scene from Forbidden Temptation by Lizzie C Koz
(best read after finishing the novel)
What happens after Hayden takes off his graduation gown…wearing nothing underneath.
Here is a snippet from the scene right before this one to help orient you.
Jake
“I-I didn’t realize how overwhelming this would be,” he says hoarsely.
I hadn’t either. But it’s made something incredibly clear. Frankie called it all those months ago back in California.
“Love tends to be that way.” My whisper shakes, just like the organ behind my breastbone.
Hayden’s breath hitches.
“I love you, Hayden. God, how I love you. And if you’ll let me, I won’t ever stop showing you how much.”
His throat bobs. “I think I could be down with that.” The levity in his tone is ruined by his voice cracking.
We both let out watery chuckles.
He tugs against my grip, and I reluctantly let him go. He takes another step back. His gold lashes fan over his cheeks and his chin dips as his hand slowly makes its way up the front of his gown. Then deep evergreen eyes flick up to mine.
His fingers toy with the zipper.
“I love you, too, Jake.”
I suck in a breath.
He unzips his gown.
And now all breath is gone.
Because Hayden fucking Lunde isn’t wearing any clothes under that gown.
“I’d like a turn showing you how much.”
Hayden
The soft whoosh of my graduation gown pierces through the quiet of the cabin.
A strangled noise falls from Jake. Music to my ears.
His gaze sweeps over me. Slow. Thorough. Touching every inch of my skin. Warmth prickles over me, leaving a wash of goosebumps in its wake.
I let out an unsteady breath. The organ in my chest won’t settle. I’m not sure it’s meant to experience this level of happiness. Of relief.
I still can’t believe we’re finally here. We made it through what felt like the worst sort of purgatory. One where a fear hovered that once we reached my graduation…it’d be too late. Whatever had sparked between us would have been snuffed out by too much time apart, and Jake wouldn’t want this any longer.
He steps up to me, his warm hand sliding over my torso, large fingers spreading wide. Like he wants to feel as much of me as physically possible. My eyes fall shut. Heaven. His touch. His presence. We made it through and he’s still here.
My eyes flutter open.
He dusts his knuckles along my jawline, prodding me to tilt my head back.
Not just here.
Not just touching.
Not just looking.
He leans down, lips sliding like a whisper of silk over mine.
Loving.
My pulse zig-zags through my veins. My body knows exactly how it wants to return the favor. I’ve waited too damn long for this. I’m not waiting any longer.
“Couch,” I murmur before kissing him softly. “Naked. Now.”
He walks backward, shirt disappearing, pants disappearing…and then he’s naked.
I grin. No underwear. “Presumptuous much?”
He bites his lip. “Hopeful.”
He looks a little more hungry than hopeful. Which suits me perfectly.
I grab the lube from the end table drawer and pause in front of Jake. I sway the lube back and forth and give myself a lazy stroke. His gaze snaps to the movement.
“Do you want to open me up? Or watch me do it.”
His teeth skate over his bottom lip, and a flush blooms on his cheeks. “Fuck,” he says hoarsely. “Um. Yes?”
I chuckle. “Not a yes or no question.”
He shakes his head. “Right. The question was me get you ready or you do it. I-I want to do it. I want to learn how to make it good for you.”
My stomach flips over. “We’ll have all the time in the world for that now.” I step up to him, my knees knocking into his. “But, just to be clear, me doing it doesn’t imply you aren’t good at it.” I straddle him and toss the lube on the cushion next to us. I take his hand and kiss the tips of his fingers. “I like putting on a show,” I murmur. I slip his pointer and middle fingers into my mouth, and his pupils flare.
“A star QB who likes to be the center of attention. What a surprise,” he says unsteadily.
I split the seam of his fingers with my tongue, and he presses down involuntarily. I barely hold back my gag, and a groan rumbles through my chest.
“Fuck, Hayd.”
I swirl my tongue one last time and release his fingers. I lean forward as I guide his hand behind me. “Not a star QB anymore. Only person I’m starring for is you,” I murmur. “Coach.”
His nostrils flare.
Slick fingers slide down my crease and pause as my hole. “Soften me up,” I whisper. He massages in slow circles, eyes locked on my face. I gasp, hips squirming as my nerve endings spark to life. His free hand rubs up and down my torso, over my the curve of my ass, down my thigh, then repeats. Every place he touches thrums like there’s an electrical charge in his fingertips. It doesn’t take long until I’m rocking back, trying to get him to breach me.
“Add lube,” I whisper roughly.
His fingers are gone and back in an instant. The minute that cool lube hits my hole I can’t stop myself—I push back and take his two fingers knuckle deep. His eyes stretch wide. My head falls back as I groan. So. Good.
“Was that okay? That wasn’t too fast?”
“I’ve been…practicing regularly.” I shamelessly rock back on his fingers, and a moan slips free. “I may have bought a dildo the same size as you,” I pant. “I may have fucked myself with it on repeat while imagining it was you.”
“Oh God.” The words are strangled. “Hayd, you can’t say stuff like that. I’m so hard-up for you I’m at risk of busting before I even get inside you.”
“What’s your refractory period like, old man?”
He glares at me. “Fuck you very much.”
Something evil flashes in his blue eyes. And then his fingers still and he’s massaging around until—
Pleasure jerks through me and my back bows. But he doesn’t let up. His fingers slide back and forth over that spot. Relentless. My eyes slam shut as my blood goes up in flames. White hot bliss shuttles through me. My toes curl, thighs shaking, as destroyed sounds pull from me. Ohmygodohmygod. It’s pleasure overload. My skin is burning, my blood feels like it’s vibrating, and my cock is on the verge of exploding. It fucking hurts.
“J-Jake. You gotta stop.” I try to shimmy away, but he holds me still with his other hand, fingers biting into my hip bone. His fingers inside me blessedly still.
I sag against him, chest lurching. I tremble violently, my body short-circuiting from the torture he just put me through.
“If y-you’re trying to teach me a lesson,” I pant, shudders interrupting my words. “Your meth-thod needs work.” Because all it’s done is make me want to bring out more of that in him.
My dick is dripping a ridiculous amount, leaving a trail of shiny pre-cum all over his sexy abs. I want to lick it off.
“You know very well I have no refractory period.” His low murmur skates over my neck.
Nrgh. And that fact is so fucking sexy. I also know he’ll go much longer the second time around. And I’m greedy. I want to go for a nice long ride on that dick.
I reach for the lube and squeeze some in my palm. I plant my hand on his shoulder and lean over him until my nose grazes against his. “Another finger. But go slow. Work around me like a clock. And while you do that…” I curl my fingers around his dick and give him a slow slick stroke.
He sucks in a breath, and I lean down to taste it. I hum against his mouth. He tastes like desperation.
Delicious. Desperation.
It takes a few strokes before he remembers he’s supposed to be doing something too. My chuckle vibrates through my chest. His fingers stop and start, movements stuttered as I work him over with my fist. I squeeze tighter around the base before slipping up and twisting over his crown.
A choked noise gets stuck in his throat and his hips buck.
“H-Hayden.” He moans my name and it sends ripples of pleasure down my spine. “You’re so tight. God, it’s like you’re trying to suck me inside you.”
I pick up my pace, fist shuttling over his dick. I hover over him, stealing each ragged breath from his lips. Fuck, his thick, steely length in my hand, the anticipatory burn from his fingers. My own cock throbs. It’s left out and not happy about it. But it doesn’t get any attention until he’s inside me.
“Come for me, Jake.” My lips drag over his and I can’t stop myself from rocking back on his fingers. And that seems to do him in. His cock pulses in my grip. I glance down just in time to see him erupt over my fist, cum covering his chest.
He shakes beneath me, his tortured groan echoing around us. It’s sinful and sends another sharp streak of lust through me.
He slumps backward, and I gyrate my hips, working his fingers inside me myself since he clearly needs a moment before he’s capable of functioning. His black ink shimmers under his pearly white cum. Saliva floods my mouth. Like I can resist that temptation. I dip down and lick over the curve of his pec. I moan into his skin and work my way over to his nipple, giving it a hard suck. His body jerks.
“You taste so fucking good.” I fuck back on his fingers, powerless to stop myself. Zings of pleasure shoot through my aching dick. I need him inside me so fucking badly.
I loosely stroke him. His dick is still firm in my grip. He usually needs a minute before he’s ready for full-throttle, but this should be perfect.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” His hoarse words are slightly slurred, eyelids heavy as he stares up at me.
I pull his fingers from me and dust a soft kiss on his lips. “You think I’m sexy now?” I add more lube to his dick, giving him an extra stroke, then I lift up on my knees and notch him at my hole. “Wait until I sit on your dick, baby.” Then I push down.
His hands shoot to my hips. “Oh, God.”
The muscles of his neck flex and strain, his entire body like stone beneath me. And I just swivel my hips and slide down his cock. “Mmm.” I trail my tongue along those thick cords, salt bursting over my tongue. “You feel so good splitting me in half.”
He whimpers, his eyes pressed shut tight.
I drag my lips over his. “Such a pretty sound.”
My ass meets his hips, and I sit and just soak in the fullness. So. Damn. Full. His knuckles are white where they grip me, the vein in his forehead ticking. I arch a brow. “You better not be about to come already, Jake. I was very much looking forward to this ride.”
His eyes snap open, and my breath gets stuck in my lungs. Because a wrecked man stares back at me. His pupils practically swallow the icy blue of his irises. Dark and drunk with lust.
“You cannot begin to understand how amazing you feel, Hayden.” His features twist in that tell-tale sign of pleasure-pain. “You’re so tight, so hot, so perfect.”
I clench around him, and his eyes widen as a curse flies from him.
I grin—and it’s cocky as hell. Because it’s heady stuff, knowing what I do to this man. My man. “Ready for a fuck on the wild side?”
“Give me your best, QB.”
I lift up until just his head is in me. I arch over him, bringing our lips together. “Careful what you ask for, Coach.”
Then I sink back down, and my body lights up. We groan in unison.
Yup. Nope. Control is gone. No more going slow. I’ve needed this fuck for way too long.
I lean forward, resting my elbows on his shoulders for leverage.
And then I let loose.
Jake
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
The Hayden I know has disappeared and he’s been replaced with a sex-crazed version. His fingernails bite into my skull as he fucks down on me, his ass slapping obscenely against my hips. My hands grip his thighs, his strength clenching and flexing as he rides me like his life is on the line.
God, there’s so much power in his lean frame. He’s a Thoroughbred and I get the feeling he’s built for endurance not sprinting.
“Hold my waist,” he orders. My hands shoot to his ribs. Then he’s leaning away from me, head thrown back. My fingers instantly tighten to keep him steady, even with his hands landing on my knees. And he continues to drive down on me, angry red cock bouncing sinfully. I want to reach for it so badly. My attention flicks to his face. But not until I’m told to.
His features are completely blissed out. Lips puffy and parted, cheeks painted red. Every so often he swivels and hits the right spot because his mouth drops open on a silent cry. And I just sit here and hold on for dear life. He wasn’t kidding. This is wild. My head is spinning, barely able to comprehend this is really happening. His abs flex, glimmering beneath the sheen of sweat that’s built over his flushed skin. My skin feels like it’s burning up, a wave of fire tearing underneath the surface. Balls tight. Pressure spiraling. How the fuck does he expect me to last when he’s riding me like this?
“God,” he pants. “You. Feel. So. Good.” He slams down on me. “Can’t fuck you. Hard enough,” he breathes.
A strangle sound falls from me, and I do my best to meet him thrust for thrust, but, damn, this man is near impossible to keep up with.
“Nrgh. Your dick, Jake. So full of you.”
My hips jerk in response, nearly bucking him off me. When he slams back down on me, a keening cry rips from him.
“There. Fuck. There.”
I plant my feet and buck into him as he drives down on me. Sobs fall from him, his features twisting painfully.
“D-dick. Need you to touch my dick,” he begs. The sharp needy note in his words nearly has me coming undone.
I glance down at his swollen, ruddy dick. I can’t let go of him though. Not like this. I’ll fuck him right off my lap and onto the floor.
So, I do the only thing my lust-clogged mind can think of. My fingers dig into his sides, and I lift him off me. His eyes snap open, and I’m met with pure fury, a wrath that promises violence. But I spin him around and slam him back down on my cock, pulling a long groan from him.
“Thought I was going to have to kill you for a second there,” he says through ragged breaths.
I pull him back against me. “Don’t worry. I got you. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” I pump my hips into him, putting those old tight end thighs to work. I can still squat over four-hundred pounds easy. I lift my palm to our mouths. “Spit.”
He turns and locks eyes with me, those eyes a blissed-out deep hunter green. He spits and I follow suit. Then I wrap my hand around his dick and let my thrusts fuck him into my fist.
His head lolls back on my shoulder. “Ohmygodohmygod.” He chants it over and over, his entire body quaking in my arms. His back slides over my chest, both of us dripping with sweat at this point. Bliss fills my dick, an unbearable pressure rising there. It hurts so fucking good, and I don’t want it to end. But I don’t know how much longer I can stand it.
Hayden spreads his legs wider, completely wanton and desperate for me to fill him as deeply as possible. God, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
His hand slides behind my head, digging into my hair and pulling me into the crook of his neck. I mouth there until I get to his shoulder. Then I bite down.
A wrecked moan tears from him, and he stiffens in my arms. I pick up my pace, try to fuck him even harder, build his orgasm even higher. His dick pulses and he shoots all over his upper abs and chest, some hitting my chin. Which only pushes me over the edge too. I hurtle straight into ecstasy. His moans and cries swirl around us as he shakes violently against me. I bury my guttural shout into his skin, hand still sliding over his dick, drawing out every last bit of cum.
Then he goes lax against me, and we melt into the sofa.
Holy… “Holy fucking shit,” I say between gasps.
A slurred laugh falls from Hayden.
I nuzzle into his neck and inhale. Clean sweat and cinnamon. I pull back until we’re nose to nose, my hand sliding up to cup the back of his head. He rests into it, fully trusting me to support him. And I always will.
His eyes are still hazy, but his lips curve into a smile of pure contentment. “Rode you real good, didn’t I?”
Something soft flutters in my chest. “Ride of my life.”
He tilts up until his lips meet mine. His body relaxes on a sigh and I breathe it in. Let it fill me. Our tongues tangle gently, warmth infusing me with each tender glide. And I feel it. That soft feeling I only get with him.
Peace.
Home.
Happiness.
“I love you, Hayd,” I whisper.
His thumb strokes over my cheek. “I love you too, Jake.”