Page 25 of He Hate Me

He spins me around and guides me to the bed, sitting me down, my hands still bound behind my back. His fingers loosen my bonds, but instead of setting me free, he coaxes me up onto the bed and secures my wrists to the headboard. My arms are stretched above my head, my breasts thrust skyward.

His hands explore my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I'm reduced to a puddle of desire in his arms. He kneads my breasts roughly, and the sensation is almost too much to bear.

Brandon leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” His voice is a growl, and it sends shivers down my spine. Before I can protest, his lips are on my breast, sucking and biting through the fabric. He bites down harder, the sting turning into a delicious ache that shoots straight between my legs. The sensation is indescribable—exquisite agony.

“That’s so sexy,” he says, staring at my dark nipple, straining against the wet, nearly transparent white cloth. His usually light eyes are dark with lust, and I can't find the words to respond. All I can manage is a whimper of agreement.

He returns to my other breast, lavishing attention on it as well. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin causing a well of desire to pool between my legs. My hips buck up, seeking more contact with him. He chuckles darkly before moving his mouth higher, trailing passionate kisses over my neck.

“Brandon,” I gasp as his fingers trace the neckline of my camisole. He pauses, his gaze locked with mine, waiting for me to stop him—but I don't know if I want him to anymore. Lust owns me now, and logic is far from my mind as he slowly slides the camisole down so that it frames my breasts like two small cups set out on a display shelf.

Brandon's heated gaze drinks me in. He takes one pebbled nub between his lips, sucking gently at first, then increasing the force until I'm moaning his name. His other hand explores my body, leaving fire in its wake. Each touch sends me closer to the edge, but I'm still achingly aware of my virginity.

He looks up at me again, pools of lust swirling in his eyes.

With deliberate slowness he plumps my breast with his hand and captures the sensitive peak in his mouth. He sucks harder and harder until I can’t help writhing against him in the grip of intense sensation, struggling to stifle the cries that would bring my parents down on our heads.

Brandon continues, alternating between sucking and biting my nipples while his fingers roam lower, teasing my slick skin. I arch my hips in response, desperate for more contact. His hand slips between my legs, caressing my swollen folds, but with a growl of frustration, Brandon stops short of where I need him most.

The sudden absence of his touch is almost painful. “Tease,” I pant. I spread my legs wider, raising my hips in a shameless attempt to rub myself against him. He doesn’t tear his eyes off me as he removes his shirt and pajama pants. He’s wearing dark boxer briefs through which I can see the outline of his erection. It’s as scary big as I remember. I can’t imagine that thing fitting inside anyone, but the shape of it still intrigues me.

Tentatively, then with more confidence, his finger pushes inside my pussy, my slick arousal easing its entrance into the tight passage.

“How does that feel?” he asks, slowly pumping it in and out.

“It’s good,” I gasp. He goes a bit faster, his thumb making occasional contact with my clit on the upstroke. I push my hips forward to meet his fingers. Our tongues collide, wet and hungry. The burn of a second finger inside me is less urgent than the fire in my veins, the need to be closer to him, to consume him and have him consume me. I rock my hips, encouraging him to plunge deeper and faster inside me.

His erection is hot against my hip. He’s thrusting against me, his hips stabbing in a rhythm that nearly matches that of his fingers.

“This feels amazing, Deja,” he whispers hotly into my ear, “You feel so good, so tight, so wet.” Each word seems to excite him more. His fingers burrow deeper into my channel. I let myself imagine what it would be like, his thick, heavy shaft stretching out my little pussy. I’m going out of my mind with arousal and I’m honestly not sure how much longer I can hold out. I know it’s the worst idea in the world, but if he wanted to have sex with me right now, I’m not sure I could say no to him. Yet the notion fills me with fear rather than anticipation. Just two of his fingers are stretching me as much as I can take, and his cock is so much bigger. It would rip me in two.

“I—“ What do I say? I want him, but I’m scared. And we’re not even…anything. I’m not sure I’m ready for this either. “I’ve never…"

His expression becomes serious for a moment, his hands going still, then withdrawing.

“I know,” he says, his voice choked. I wish I knew what he was thinking. He doesn’t look mad; otherwise his expression is hard to read. “Do you want to stop?"

“No,” I say. “I mean I don’t think I’m ready for…that. But I like what we’ve been doing.”

He groans, the sound pained but ending in a huff that sounds like laughter. He crawls up my body, dropping himself on top of me like a bag of cement. I’d shove at his shoulders if my hands weren't tied above my head, but I don’t have time to protest before his mouth is on mine again, licking and probing like I’m a bowl of ice cream. One of his hands goes back to torturing my breast while the other grips my hip, angling me so that his cock presses right against my mound as he thrusts slowly, grinding our bodies together. Only one thin layer of cotton separates us.

I suck on his tongue and thrust my hips, my nails biting into my palms because I can’t score his back like I want to. His hand leaves my breast to cup the back of my head, his fingers sliding between my braids. The kiss is everything, hot and consuming, till I’m almost gasping for breath. Needing air, but not wanting to break apart long enough to get it. But then he does it. He pulls back, smoothing my hair away from my cheek, his expression so intense I feel scorched.

“I have an idea,” he says. “It will feel good, I promise.”

“What is it?”

“It’s, um, easier if I show you."

He reaches up and unties my wrists, then asks me to lie on my stomach. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous about that, but I’m willing to see where this goes. He palms my sore ass, his touch rough and jerky, then slides a hand between my legs, long fingers gliding up my inner thighs and sinking inside me. My hips rock back, taking him deep. His knuckles tap against my clit on each downstroke. The pressure inside me winds tighter.

“Squeeze your legs together.”

“What?” I’m confused, and his two middle fingers probing my pussy don’t help.

“Knees together,” he says, even as his large hand and the fingers inside me keep my thighs apart. When I don’t move, he uses his knees to push my legs together and reaches under me to get at my pussy from the side instead of the back. His wet fingers land on either side of my clit, giving it a gentle pinch. My hips move of their own accord, rubbing the sensitive little bud against his eager hand.

A moment later his cock pushes between my legs from behind, the shaft compressed by my legs and the top running along the furrow of my cunt. The head bumps into my clit, producing the hottest sensation I’ve felt in my life. He pulls back and thrusts again, groaning while he mashes my clit. I grind my hips, working my smooth thighs and wet slit against his shaft. We’re so close to fucking and yet we’re not and it’s still incredible. He tells me how good my body feels and how much he likes the way I move, how wet I am, and the sounds of pleasure I’m making. He swirls his fingers over my clit and my orgasm hits me like lightning. I’m bucking and shaking under the weight of his body, crying out and he’s thrusting, using my thighs, my lubrication, my pussy lips to get himself off. A groan rumbles through his chest and spurt after spurt of hot come coats my pelvis. His hand goes back to my clit and uses the slippery ejaculate as lubrication to force another orgasm out of me. It’s painful and mind-melting. Tomorrow, I’ll worry about that much come on and near my pussy, but tonight I’m reeling with pleasure and so drained I fall asleep in the wet spot.