Page 38 of Hate It with You

Pulling my body flush against his, he hums, “You were louder than that.”

Embarrassment overtakes me as I place both hands on his shoulders, giving him a shove. “You’re insufferable.” He doesn’t budge and only pulls me tighter against him. His hard length presses against my stomach, showing me he wants this just as badly as I do.

“And you’re invigorating.” He punctuates his words with another kiss. His tongue collides with mine so fiercely it’s as if he is a man starved and I’m the only one that can satiate him.

Tired of depriving myself, I reach my hands between us, unbuttoning his jeans, wasting no time sliding my hands beneath the denim.

“Fuck,” Alex whimpers against my lips when I run my hand along his impressive length. He wasn’t kidding when he implied my toy doesn’t come close to his size.

Stealing a few greedy strokes of his length through his underwear, I’m pleased when Alex stops kissing me so he can focus on his breathing. I’m just about to move my hand beneath his underwear when he grips my wrist, stopping my movements.

“Any more of that and I’ll be coming before the fun even begins,” Alex says, breathing hard.

“Have problems controlling yourself?” I ask.

“Around you? Yes, especially when I haven’t had the chance to taste you yet.” Before his words fully process in my brain, he’s pulling back, only to leave me speechless at his next move.

Alex descends toward the floor, kneeling before me in a painfully slow manner as his eyes stay glued to mine. My lips part in an attempt to get more air in my lungs, my heart stopping briefly at the sight of the man on his knees before me.

Grabbing hold of the bookshelf behind me, I brace myself as Alex runs his hands slowly up my bare thighs.

“You really need to wear this outfit more often,” he says, eyes now fixed on my legs. By the way his eyes darken as he looks between my thighs, I know the hemline of my skirt has risen high enough to be deemed inappropriate.

I thank past me for her fashion choices this morning.

Alex’s eyes are back on mine again as he leans down, lightly biting my inner thigh. I shouldn’t enjoy it, but the thought of his mark being left on me in the morning has my arousal running down the insides of my thighs.

His hand squeezes my other leg, pulling my legs apart in the process as his eyes lock in on my wetness. My breathing becomes more erratic and harder to control when his hands graze up my thighs, pushing my skirt up my waist and over my ass in the process. It leaves me exposed in only my black lace thong and knee-high heeled boots.

As if that combination alone didn’t make me feel sexy enough, Alex darts his tongue out, lapping up the arousal that has accumulated on my thighs. The hum that comes from deep within his throat has me gripping the edge of the bookshelf harder.

The taste of me unlocks something inside him. I feel the brief scrape of his teeth along my hip bone as he bites down on the fabric of my underwear. He tugs as I look up at the ceiling, trying and failing to regain control of my breathing. The fabric of the lace cuts into my hip bones as it tears. My head drops back down, eyes landing on Alex again only to find him in a position I wish I could burn into my mind forever.

He’s smiling up at me, my torn thong hanging from his teeth, rendering me speechless.

Discarding the underwear, Alex wastes no time throwing one of my legs over his shoulder and burying his head between my thighs.

One lick from him and my standing leg threatens to give out. One of his hands cups my ass cheek to hold me upright as he continues the slow, languid movements of his tongue.

“Fucking Christ, baby. I could come from your taste alone.” The muffled words send another rush of heat straight to my core.

“Alex, please,” I moan, worried I might collapse if he doesn’t fuck me soon.

He kisses me again, rolling his tongue along my clit, a chuckle escaping his throat as he says, “That’s how I remember it.”

He loses himself, licking and sucking on me with a ferocity that's unmatched by any of my past partners. The feeling is overwhelming, tempting me to give in to my building orgasm.

If only I couldn’t stop thinking about his astonishing length. Running my fingers through his hair, I pull his head away from me. His blue eyes darkened. A drunken haze glazed over them, prompted only by my taste.

“Fuck me,” I say before that devilish grin spreads across his face.

“Absolutely.” It doesn’t take him long before he’s on his feet again, kissing me so I can taste myself on his tongue.

He only pulls back when I continue to grab at his shirt, as hungry as he is for this. Running my fingers down his bare abs, I admire the ridges of his muscles, but he stops me before I reach the waistband of his boxers.

His tattooed hand gently encircles my throat, bringing my attention to his face. I can’t help the smile that spreads my lips wide. His eyes go completely black at the sight, no blue left to be found.

“Tell me you’re on birth control, have a condom, something,” he says, his voice coming out pained.