Page 67 of Hate It with You

The voice in my head quiets when Alex yells from the other room, “You have three seconds to get your ass in here, or I’ll drag you in here myself.” My limbs shake with anticipation at his words, my arousal growing between my thighs.

I shove my feelings aside as I take a step toward his bedroom.

28

ALEX

My cock strains as I watch Beth walk into my bedroom. An image I’ve imagined one too many times while touching myself over the past year.

She strolls in, still wearing my shirt, the hemline barely covering the place my mouth was only a few seconds ago. I’ve already lost my pants, standing before her naked, with my glasses still on.

Given my history with my glasses, I couldn’t help but pull her in for a kiss when she said she liked them. They’ve never been my favorite part of myself. Yet all the names I was called as a kid vanished the moment she told me she thought I was breathtaking.

She knew what I was saying with my body the moment I kissed her. When she pulled back, trying to run scared again, I wanted nothing more than to punish her for the brat that she is. This game of cat and mouse we’ve been playing has grown old.

Getting her into my bedroom is the first step toward ending the game. Toward turning this into something real.

She wants it too. She’s just too afraid to admit it.

I’m standing at the edge of my bed, watching her look around the room. The scowl on her face is more arousing than ever. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was trying to avoid looking at my cock.

My bedroom matches the rest of the apartment. Having undergone renovations a couple of years ago, I went with a classic modern industrial feel while still keeping things comfortable. My bed is neatly made, as I do every morning, the dark green pillows perfectly placed and accented by the dark wood headboard. Two matching end tables and a dresser sit opposite the end of the bed where I currently stand. A mirror hangs strategically above the dresser.

It’s comfortable, simple, and not much to look at. Which is why it doesn’t take Beth long for her eyes to land on my cock. It’s throbbing, standing tall, with a bead of precum already forming at the head. The sight of her in my shirt makes my length throb with need.

She wanted rough, and that’s exactly what I intend on giving her. With the way she keeps pulling away from me, she’s due for a punishment anyway. Maybe afterward, she’ll finally tell me what’s going on.

“Come here.” My voice is calm as I give out my commands. The scowl remains on her face, but she doesn’t take long to stand before me.

“On your knees.” Another command, and her lips part, begging me to kiss them. It takes everything in me not to kiss her when I say, “Now.”

She lazily descends to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine. “Stick out your tongue,” I command. She does as I say, as I tangle my fingers through her hair, getting a grip on the back of her head.

Beth like this is a sight to behold. Gripping the base of my length with my free hand, I wipe the head of my cock along her tongue, coating it in precum.

She stays perfectly still, but I don’t miss the small moan she lets out the moment she tastes me. Reluctantly, I pull my cock off her tongue, her eyes dropping to my length standing heavy in front of her. Her throat bobs as she swallows what little of me I’ve left on her tongue.

Lifting her chin, I lean down to make my point clear, my voice softening as I say, “If it gets to be too much, tap my leg, and I’ll stop. Got it?”

Her eyes glisten with shock briefly before her lustful haze takes over again as she responds, “Yes.”

The second I have her agreement, I stand back up, the hand through her hair gripping ever so slightly as I line my cock up with her lips. She wastes no time opening her mouth and taking me in.

A groan slips free when my cock is warmed by her throat. Her grip on my hips is punishing, payback for all the times I’ve done the same to her.

Beth does something with her tongue I can’t make out, but it ignites all the nerve endings in my body, my orgasm already building at the base of my spine. Knowing I won’t last long, I change my grip.

My other hand meets the one on the back of her head. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” My breathing is harsh, Beth having an effect on me no phenomenon can name.

When she looks up at me through her lashes, her grip tightening on my hips, I move. Thrusting in and out of her mouth with a punishable force, I fuck her. Hard and rough, exactly the way she wanted it.

I slow my pace when she moves a hand off my hip, anticipating the light tap on my leg, but it never comes. Instead, she moves it between her own legs. The moment her hand is out of sight, she moans around my cock, and the vibrations send a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my spine. The feeling forces me to thrust harder.

The harder I thrust, the harder she moans. Her grip on my hip is nowhere near as punishing as the grip I have on her hair.

“You’re fucking beautiful like this.” The compliment slips out. I’m already losing control.

One look at her arm and I can tell she’s bringing herself closer to her orgasm. The image is all too arousing.