I’m making justifications as to why this is a good idea when I know it’s not, but I’m powerless to stop it myself. The one with the power here is her. If she said the word, it would immediately end. But she didn’t. She told menotto stop.
She takes the opportunity to wrap her legs around me, and I continue pumping against her, the frenzy starting to build inside me.
I can hate someone and be fully attracted to them. I can hate someone and fuck them until they can’t see straight. I can hate someone and still take pleasure from them.
I pull back enough to reach down for the bottom of her tank top, and I shove it up toward her neck. I’m rough with her tits, those gorgeous tits I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of. She arches again, this time to shove her tits closer to my face, and I bury my mouth between them for a few seconds before I move over and roughly grab one of them between my lips. I suck hard, and she whimpers. I do it again. I like the whimper. It goads me on. It tells me that she can feel it, too.
I bare my teeth, giving her nipple a little bite, and I grab her other tit into my hand, massaging it so I can feel the hard peak of her nipple against my palm.
“Oh, God, yes,” she groans.
I think about offering some line about how I’ll be her sex god, but it feels too unlike me in the moment. I keep quiet instead.
Her legs are still wrapped around me, and her nipple is still in my mouth as I let go of her other tit and allow my hand to move slowly down her torso down toward her hip. I dig my fingers in there before I shift over enough to give myself some space. I reach under those barely-there shorts, discover she’s not wearing panties, and slide my finger into her wet cunt.
She shrieks at the feel of my finger as I pump in and out of her. “Yes, Maverick! That feels so good. Give me another finger.”
I add a second finger at her command, and the shrieks grow louder. I almost find myself smiling against her tit still in my mouth.
What the fuck?
It’s her sounds. The way she’s writhing beneath me as I pleasure two different zones at once. I let go of her nipple and replace it with my hand as I grab and pull at her tit roughly, and I glance up at her face.
Her eyes are closed, and her bottom lip is clenched between her teeth. Her neck is arched back as she gives into this pleasure between us, and I can’t help myself as my mouth moves back to hers. I need to taste her mouth again. It’s a hot, sloppy, frantic kiss as our tongues batter and our teeth clash.
It’s quite possibly the hottest kiss of my life.
Who knew a hate fuck could be so goddamn hot?
Her fingertips move to my back, where they scratch the ever-living fuck out of my skin, but all it does is goad me on. I slow my pace where I’m finger fucking her, driving into her with slow, forceful strokes, a total contrast to the way our mouths continue their hasty, rushed kiss.
“Oh fuck!” she cries against my mouth, and her body tightens as she starts to come. Long, undulating waves fall over her as I feel her pussy contracting over and over again around my fingers. I kiss her through it, continuing those hard strokes into her, never letting up, never giving in.
I keep going when her body slows, when she lets out a soft giggle as her body shifts into the sensitive afterglow. Her hips sway with my fingers as if she doesn’t want me to stop.
I feel a scratch at my shoulder, and I glance over to see what it is. The condom packet. She must’ve picked it up, and now she’s scratching me with it to let me know it’s time for me to stick my cock in her.
I pull back, still fingering her, and her eyes are cloudy with a sly smile playing on her lips as she raises a brow at me. “Are you just going to keep fingering me forever?”
“You didn’t tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Then I won’t.”
It’s a battle of who gets the last word, and I shove my fingers in a little harder. She grunts and grits her teeth together.
“Fuck me,” she demands.
“If I do, I have to stop fingering you, and you just told me not to.”
She glares at me as she contemplates that for a few seconds, and then she shifts her arms so they’re wrapped around me. I hear the sound of the condom wrapper as she tears it open, and then her hands move down as she tries to get to my cock.
“Tell me what you want,” I mutter.
“I want you, Maverick,” she moans.
The words crack something open inside of me, something that’s been locked away for a long, long time. She wantsme.
