Page 58 of Hate It with You

“Beth, you need to sit down before I lose my shit,” I all but growl at her, unable to take any more teasing.

One of her hands wraps around my cock as she positions herself, lining me up to her opening. Her hands find my shoulders as she begins to lower herself onto me ever so slowly.

Losing all patience, I tighten my grip on her hips, surely leaving bruises in the process. Her mouth falls open in a sense of pleasure when I do. I slam her down onto me, fully seating myself into her deeper than before.

“Alex,” she cries.

“I’ll never get sick of hearing you say my name,” I say.

She begins to move her hips as she works to chase another orgasm, her hair falling onto her shoulders as one of her bra straps falls, exposing one of her breasts.

She looks thoroughly debauched, and I’m not even done with her yet.

Lifting her hips, I slam her down on me again, repeating the pattern until she takes control. She moves on me in a way that begins driving us both mad.

Our hands explore each other’s body in a frantic effort to memorize the curves and dips of one another.

Finding her breasts, I cup each one as I lightly pinch her nipples between my forefinger and thumb. My mouth finds the breast that’s free of the red lace as I swirl my tongue around it, before sucking it into my mouth. She tugs on my hair in response, the sting adding to the overwhelming sensations flowing through my body.

“Fuck, Alex, I’m—” She doesn’t have to finish her sentence for me to understand.

My thumb finds her clit, moving in slow circles as she continues to move her hips on me, sliding up and down my cock in a rhythm that’s sure to make me obsessed with her forever.

She begins to tighten around my cock, the building orgasm in the base of my spine begging for me to release it. Though there’s one final thing I need confirmed before we both dive off the edge. After all, I can only get her to tell the truth when she’s in this state.

“Admit that you love spending time with me.” My pressure on her clit lightens as I slow down our pace, preventing her from reaching her orgasm. The whimper that’s released from her lips sends a jolt of pleasure through me as I throb inside her.

She shakes her head, bucking her hips, trying to chase her release on her own. My grip on her hip tightens, stalling her movements.

“Admit it. Then you get to come.” My voice is strained from my own withheld orgasm.

She looks at me, cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with heat and something else I can’t place.

“I—” she starts, and I give her a few circles of harder pressure on her clit, sucking her nipple into my mouth again as I encourage her to confess what we both know to be true.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so close,” I say against her chest, her breasts engulfing my vision, making it harder to hold back my own release.

“I love spending time with you. I fucking love it, okay?” Her confession leaves her breathless as I wrap an arm around her waist. My smile spreads wide when I give her exactly what she needs, circling her clit with expert precision, coaxing her to the edge.

She loses herself, her back arching into my arm as I catch her from falling off me. Holding her to me, I chase her orgasm with my own, unloading inside her as we fall off the cliff together.

“Fuck, baby, I love it too,” I grit out as I explode inside her, her muscles tightening around my cock and draining me for all I’m worth.

We ride the aftershocks together, Beth still fully seated on me as we do. She buries her head deep into my neck, placing gentle kisses on my shoulder and collarbone as she takes her time coming back to reality.

My fingers run through her hair as I hold her against me. “Let me cook you dinner,” I say in an attempt to make up for the other night.

Her kisses stop, and she goes stiff in my arms, slowly sitting up. Her previous look of pleasure has morphed into one of pain.

She stands, chilling me, leaving me empty in her absence.

Taking a few steps back, she holds herself as though she’s trying to warm her body. “I can’t,” she says softly.

I stand, taking a step to meet her where she’s at, but she takes a step back in tandem with mine. I stop. “Beth, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just can’t have dinner with you tonight.” She’s looking at the floor as she says the words, like looking my way would hurt her more than she’s hurting me at this moment.

I grab my sweatpants and slip them on, confused by her sudden need to pull away from me after I thought we were finally making progress. A hollowness forms in my chest.