Page 73 of He Hate Me

I poke my head into the hallway and see that the lights are off except for what’s pouring from Brandon’s open bedroom doorway at the other end of the hall.

“Last one.”

“If I can solve this one without help, do I get a prize?”

I roll my eyes. “A feeling of accomplishment.”

“A feeling of your tits,” he says in a low voice.

“I thought we agreed not to risk it in the house. That was your whole argument for going to Rourke’s.”

“But that was before now,” he says. “Plus, unlike any other time, I’m supposed to be in here and Devin shut the door himself. We’ll be fine.”

“As long as we don’t go too far.”

“Of course not,” he says.

“Doubt you’ll get the chance, though,” I tease. “You’d have to do well at math.”

“Ouch!” he says, with a cheeky grin. “I’ll even give myself a handicap.”

He takes my hand and lays it on top of his cock. It isn’t hard yet, but it stiffens as I explore it with my fingers. I know he’s working as I touch him, but I’m not paying attention to that. His dick swells in my hand and the feeling is so arousing. I’m getting wet already, my clit tingling. I squeeze my thighs together and fish him out. I immediately cover the head of his penis with my mouth, licking the opening. His dick stiffens further, swelling in my mouth and rewarding me with a bead of pre-come. As much as I don’t like the taste of come, I love pre-come. I suck and lick him, my mouth watering with the increased flow. I want to take him deeper, but he pulls me off him.

“I’m done,” he says. I straighten up and check his work, and it’s correct.

“Pull your shirt up.” I comply, enjoying the way my nipples tighten with his eyes on them. He presses his face into my sternum, breathing in the scent of my skin. I’m caught off guard when he picks me up and brings me down on his lap, straddling him. He pushes the crotch of my loose shorts to the side and smiles when he feels how wet I am.

He caresses my slit and tweaks my clit, then guides my hips over him, and fists his dick with his other hand.

“It’s okay,” he says, locking eyes with me. “Just let me notch it in and then…yes, there it is.”

He fills me inch by inch, stretching me beyond belief. I don’t know why he feels so much bigger from this position, but it’s making my knees shake. I circle my hips experimentally, getting used to the sensation. My weight pushes him deeper inside me until it feels like I’m about to burst. He cups my butt, pulling me tightly against him. I press down and he pushes up, and it feels so good I want to scream.

It feels like every time we have sex it’s better than the time before. For intensity you can’t beat the way we played last night, but for pure carnality, this is better, rawer. No pain, no power play, just my body connecting with his, the smell of his skin, his hands, caressing my hips, his small sounds of pleasure and encouragement. I circle my hips slowly, bouncing gently on his lap. He seems to like it. He rests his hands on my hips and throws his head back, jaw slack.

“That’s so good, baby,” he moans. “Ride me like a cowgirl.”

The request is so cheesy it makes me laugh, and a blush stains his high cheekbones. In an act of petty revenge, he pinches one of my nipples and I get him back by playfully slapping his cheek. He lowers his head to my breast but instead of the bite I’m expecting, what I receive is a warm kiss, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud. He suckles gently, his eyes closed, black lashes striking against his flushed cheeks. I bury my hands in his soft hair, holding him to me. He places a soft kiss between my breasts and switches to the other one, the soft pull both soothing and erotic. Yesterday he punished my breasts, today he coddles them. It feels affectionate, even adoring.

I touch his face, rocking my hips forward and back. The light stubble on his face tickles my fingers. He turns into my touch and looks at me, blue eyes nearly black with desire, lips red and I want him so much it hurts. I mean he’s already inside me, but I want to be even closer, to know him like I know myself. I hold his face between my hands and bring my lips to his, tracing his lips with my tongue. He opens to me, and I moan, sucking on his tongue. He holds me tight against his chest, moving his hips in counterpoint to mine.

He moves inside me, the stretch and friction of his shaft sending ripples of pleasure through me, up my spine where his arm circles my waist, down my legs, hanging on either side of his chair. His free hand lands on my hip, guiding me up and down, while we kiss like we’re each other’s oxygen.

Both his hands slip below the waistband of my shorts, cupping my ass. He gives my cheeks a squeeze, reawakening a shadow of the sting from last night’s cropping. Is it fucked up that ratchets my arousal higher? He’s being gentle, but my body remembers, not the pain, but the intensity of emotion and the calm feeling after. He could have done anything to me last night, but he did nothing that I didn’t want.

Our bodies move faster now, the pressure building and building.

“You’re so beautiful,” he moans into my mouth. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, driving into me with such vigor the chair begins to creak. Over the sound of my own heartbeat, I hear my mother’s angry raised voice.

“Brandon,” I say, trying to alert him, but he’s too far gone. He holds me tightly and his warm come spills into me in spurts. The door bangs against the wall, it’s flung open so hard. My mother stands in the open doorway, her face distorted with anger. The last weak pulse of Brandon’s come releases into me as I lock eyes with her.

“What are you doing!” my mother screams. She rushes towards me, her lightweight robe flying open to reveal her satin nightgown. I flinch back, but Devin grasps her arm and pulls her against his body. His pose is protective, his anger as obvious as hers, but colder.

“Can we get a minute?” Brandon asks, looking over his shoulder at them. You’d think by his tone they were in the wrong.

My mother opens her mouth to say something, but Devin rubs her arm soothingly and says, “Two minutes. We’ll be outside the door.”

My heart is in my throat. I knew we were dumb to do this. I don’t know why I listened to Brandon’s stupid head. Okay, I do know why. I wanted him. If I had my way, I’d spend every second of the day touching him. Having to spend the entire day pretending we can barely tolerate each other, built my need for him to an irresistible height. I accepted his weak arguments because I wanted the same thing he did.