Page 39 of Hate It with You

“IUD.” I grab his waist in an attempt to bring him closer to me. “Now fuck me already.”

Alex takes a step back, removing his hand from my throat to my displeasure. He immediately makes up for it by dropping his pants, taking his boxers with them. His cock springs to life in a way that has my mouth watering. I want to taste him as he did me moments ago.

“Another time, baby,” he says, reading my mind.

I reach down to unzip my boots, but he raises a hand. “Keep them on.”

I follow his command, though he never said anything about my shirt. Grabbing the hemline of the T-shirt, I pull it up, over my head, letting my breasts hang heavy in the black lace bralette. My nipples harden further as Alex takes me in, the see-through material leaving nothing to the imagination.

He’s invading my space again, two strong hands landing on the back of my thighs as he lifts me, my legs encircling his waist when my back hits the bookshelf behind me. He doesn’t give me long to prepare before he’s lining himself up and pushing inside me with his rock-hard length.

The pleasure of the motion mixes with pain, stretching me further than I’ve been stretched before. His movements are slow as he drops me on his length, inch by inch, my breasts grazing his chest with each motion. Once he’s fully seated inside, he stalls, allowing me time to adjust to his punishing size.

“Breathe, baby,” he says before he plants a kiss between my collarbones. A warmth spreads across my chest when he begins tracing his tongue along my collarbones. No, not my collarbones, the two small vine tattoos etched into my skin on my collarbones. He’s tracing the vines, not stopping until he’s touched every tip of every leaf.

His movements do wonders to comfort me as I relax further into him. Any previous pain turning into immeasurable pleasure.

He continues planting kisses to my chest when I grab his firm shoulders, beginning to move my hips desperate for an ounce of friction.

A chuckle escapes him before he slowly pulls out, only to slam into me again. The bookshelf digs into my back, books toppling over with each commanding thrust. He continues the slow, hard thrusts, but it isn’t enough. I reach a hand between us, moving it toward my center. Before I reach where I need it most, Alex drops me back on my feet, the absence of him more chilling than I care to give attention to at the moment.

I track his movements as he backs up toward a nearby table. After carefully rearranging the books to create a space, he leans against the edge, curling his fingers at me, coaxing me to him. I oblige, moving with such swiftness I hope he doesn’t notice.

Unable to help myself, I plant another kiss on his lips when I reach him.

Stopping me after the kiss, he holds his finger up, twirling it in the air as a silent command for me to turn around. Again, I follow orders, realizing there isn’t much I wouldn’t do given that Alex commands it at this moment.

A small gasp escapes him when I turn around, no doubt his eyes landing on the tattoo running down my spine. The phases of the moon, decorated with delicate stars. It hurt like a bitch when I got it this past winter, but hearing Alex’s reaction somehow makes the pain worth it.

Spreading his legs, he pulls me between them, his hands landing on my bra strap while my hips perfectly align with his cock beneath me. He makes quick work of unfastening my bra and tossing it aside. It lands near the matching thong, the set looking as disheveled as I feel.

“This is new,” Alex says, running a knuckle along my spine. I shiver at his touch, my hips rocking on his cock, a small moan escaping from both of us at the movement.

Warmth spreads through my core when he leans down, planting a kiss on my spine. “This might be my favorite of your tattoos,” he says, landing a hand to my left hip where I have a cluster of flowers cascading across my hip, up my side, and down my leg. “Or this one.” He traces it gently. His cock is perfectly lined up with my core, the head teasing my entrance as I throb for more.

He trails up to my collarbone. “Or this one,” he says again, running a finger along my clavicle, reminding me where he had his tongue just moments ago.

“Mine’s this one,” I say, placing my hand on top of his, where the two mourning doves are inked permanently.

He lets out a small grunt when I move my hips as I say the words, my compliment testing his patience. He wraps the tattooed hand around my throat, pulling me back flush against him. His chest meets my back, his warmth wrapping around me like a soft blanket on a rainy morning.

From this angle, I can see the entire corner of my bookstore, lined with bookshelves. Filled with romance, dark romance, and romantasy books alike.

He enters me, inch by inch, painfully slow as he whispers in my ear, “Next time you’re reading, remember, none of those book boyfriends could ever fuck you like I can.”

I release a moan when he’s fully seated inside me again. His words echo in my mind repeatedly as he begins to move.

He must be as desperate as I am because he doesn’t move slowly this time. He gives me no time to adjust as he begins moving the moment he’s fully seated inside me. Each of his thrusts comes faster and more punishing than the last. His left hand stays put on my throat, while his right hand reaches around, pinching my nipple between two fingers. Moans continue to escape me as I lose sight of my own name, being driven further to the edge.

Rendered speechless by his rhythm, I grab the hand that’s on my breast, bringing it to my core. He doesn’t hesitate to give me exactly what I need, his fingers moving with precision, showing off his skill. The faint sound of books falling to the floor echoes in my ears, but I pay them no mind when the sensation in my lower spine continues to build.

It doesn’t take long before I’m diving off the edge.

As I arch my back, Alex holds my body against his, speaking words of encouragement in my ears, “That’s it, baby, like that…oh, fuck.” He falls off the edge seconds after me. His cock throbs inside my core as he finishes, amplifying the waves of aftershocks that jolt through my entire body.

We stay like that for a moment, unmoving, as he holds me against him. His hands have moved to wrap around my waist, my hands resting on his forearms, perfectly placed in the grooves that appear specially made for my handprint.

I’m afraid I’ve lost myself entirely when Alex plants gentle kisses on my shoulder. “That was…” The sound of his voice in combination with my hormones returning to normal levels brings me back to reality.