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“No, I love it.” Hayden bent down to peck my lips. “I love it. Andre was right though, youarea bottom with a song like that.”

“He specifically talks about topping in the song!” I said.

Andrewasright, but that wasn’t the point.

“Do you wanna top?” Hayden asked, and the rest of my objections evaporated all at once, but not before tying my tongue into a knot.

“I… that… I mean, I…”

“No pressure,” Hayden murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Normally, Ididn’t. I was perfectly happy with the way we’d been doing things, IlikedHayden’s cock, and I liked the way he made me feel wanted and cared for.

But therewassomething different between us tonight. Maybe because he was going away, maybe because I’d watched him get chased by a duck, maybe because we wereboyfriendsnow, a thought so exciting I could barely think it without bursting into giggles.

Whatever it was, Hayden had just offered me the hottest thing I could imagine.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Hayden nodded. “I’m sure. I trust you.”

“Have you ever…?”

He nodded again, biting his lip, and I remembered what Andre said about how it’d feel to have him spread out on the bed under you. How hot it’d be to have him surrender like that.

And once again, Andre wasright. He could’ve had a career handing out sex advice.

But it was more than that. Hayden’s uncertain little bitten lip made me want to take care of him like he kept taking care of me.

I rolled us both over, gasping at how soft and vulnerable Hayden suddenly looked, all dark hair against white sheets.

I couldn’t have resisted kissing him if I’d wanted to—and I didn’t want to.

“I’ll be so careful with you,” I promised, pressing soft kisses to his lips, his nose, his brows, nuzzling his ear on the way to trailing down his jaw and smiling as he squirmed under me.

I’d never get tired of Hayden. Never be done exploring his body, learning all the places he liked to be touched and all the ways I could touch them. Every inch, every secret, every spot that made his breath hitch, the perfect pressure to make him moan and sigh and gasp and beg for more. Forme.

I’d never felt like this about anyone, and I’d never been so scared.

But if this was one of my last chances to make him happy, then I was going to make him the happiest man alive.

“Wes,” Hayden said, looking at me with dark, hooded eyes, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Hmm?” I turned my attention away from kissing my way down his chest to listen to whatever he was about to say.

“You could, umm…” Hayden cleared his throat. “You could be alittlerough.”

26

Hayden

I hadn’t bottomeda lot in my life, but tonight, it was exactly what I wanted. I only had Wes for a little while longer, and I wantedeverything.Every single thing I could get, every part of him, every possible memory to take with me.

Wes was exactly as careful as he’d promised he would be, every kiss and touch and stroke so gentle I was in danger of bursting into tears.

When we finally came together, I knew I’d made a good choice. I’d never, in my entire life, felt closer to another person than I did to Wes right now. Legs wrapped around his waist, cock trapped between our stomachs, barely breaking apart to breathe as we kissed and kissed andkissed, like neither of us could imagine anything better than justbeingtogether.

I couldn’t.