Page 52 of He Hate Me

“Not a full one.” We go back to the work, but the tension between us has eased a bit. It’s almost like I’m talking to a friend and not whatever complicated thing Brandon and I are to each other. When did that happen? When did I start actually enjoying just... talking to him?

Nineteen

Brandon

Ihear the soft patter of feet and feel the mattress dip slightly. I must have been asleep, because I didn’t hear my bedroom door open. I don’t need to open my eyes to know who it is. I can smell her, coconut oil and vanilla blended with the natural scent of her skin. My heart swells. Deja is in my bed of her own free will.

“Are you awake?” she whispers.

“Yeah,” I reply. She gets under the covers and scoots closer to me. Her knee jabs into my thigh and she makes a little sound of dismay as she pulls back. I don’t let her. I put my arm around her waist and haul her against my body. She giggles softly, apparently not minding my boldness.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she says. “I went downstairs to make tea, but then I…”

She doesn’t continue and I’m not sure what she was going to say. My ability to speculate ends when her hand cups my cock through my pajama pants. Her touch is curious and exploratory. She traces the shape of my stiffening shaft and takes hold of my balls, squeezing gently.

“Harder,” I whisper, and she listens, giving my balls a firm tug.

I grunt and roll onto my side to face her. In the moonlight spilling through my window, I can see her eyes glinting. They’re wide with desire, uncertainty, and something else. Fear? No time for that now. I want her, and judging by the way she’s touching me, she wants this too.

Slowly, I lift up her camisole, revealing perfect, round breasts that are the color of mocha. Her nipples are prominent and stiff, too tempting to resist. I cup her breasts in my hands and tease her nipples with my thumbs before lowering my head to take one into my mouth.

“Oh, God,” Deja moans softly, arching her back. I tease her with my tongue and teeth until she’s writhing under me. Her hand goes underneath the waistband of my pants, wrapping around my bare cock. She strokes up and down, her soft hand cool on my heated skin.

I trail my mouth down her stomach, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys in my wake. Her hands comb through my hair, her breathing audible in the quiet room. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties and pull both down, baring her pussy to me. In the dim light I can’t see her well, but her scent is intoxicating, musky with arousal.

I slide my thumb along her folds and find them swollen and slick. I lower my head and give her little clit a kiss, stroking it with my tongue and exploring her wet groove. She’s hot and slick, juicy and delicious like a goddamn peach. I slide a finger inside her. She’s wet enough that there’s almost no resistance. I add another finger, preparing her for what’s to come. Once she adjusts, I add a third finger, pumping them in and out of her soft, slick cunt. She’s humping my face, her hand covering her mouth to stifle her sounds of pleasure. I want to make her scream, and since I can’t, I’m going to make her fall apart.

My tongue returns to her sex, zeroing in on her sensitive bud while my fingers continue to pump and twist, stretching her out. I’ve already decided. I can’t wait any longer. I feel her body tense, even her glutes tightening as her thighs tremble. I don’t slow down, driving her closer and closer to ecstasy. I hear a muffled gasp and then she shudders, once, twice, three times, with each practically crushing my head between her legs. I gentle my touch, planting a final kiss on her pussy before easing away just long enough to strip off my clothes.

“Brandon,” she pants, her tone plaintive. I’ve never had a woman look at me like this, like she’s starving for every inch of me. It’s like she’s devouring me with her eyes, making me the center of her world. I can’t get enough of it; nothing else matters when she looks at me like this. All I want is to drown in that intensity, to lose myself in her dark eyes, again and again.

“I’m right here,” I tell her, settling between her thighs. I lay myself flush on top of her, the head of my cock nudging her soft folds. She feels warm and open, eager to welcome me in. But I know it’s her first time and even though she doesn’t have a hymen I am bigger than average, a bit longer and much thicker than most guys.

I line up and nudge the head of my cock against her entrance. She tenses, so I stop. “You ready, baby? I’m going to break in that little pussy for you.” She stifles an incredulous laugh, for the moment focused on my audacity and not what I’m about to do. I ease inside her slowly, first an inch, then two, then three. Her eyes squeeze shut, a tear sliding down her cheek like a sparkling gem. Her nails dig into my back, her tiny sounds of distress urging me to drive deeper into her slick, tight heat. It feels so good being inside her that I almost can’t believe I’ve waited this long. I fight against my kink, the primal desire to plunge into her with one brutal stroke and deliver the kind of pain that will fuel my own pleasure. But this is her first time, and as much as I want to hurt her, I also don’t want to hurt her. My heart desires to give her exactly the pain she wants, and no more. So I hold still, the forbearance torture, while I let her adjust to me. Eventually her breathing evens out and her eyes open.

“Fuck me, please,” she says sweetly.

Jerking her hips, she seats me fully inside her. Deja’s warmth envelopes me like a second skin, silky wetness gripping my cock like a glove. I can’t remember ever feeling so close to another person. It terrifies me, but I push the thought aside for later. Right now I just want to feel her, to lose myself inside her.

“Fuck, Deja,” I moan, unable to hold back any longer as I thrust deeper. Deeper still, until our hips slap together with a wet smacking sound that seems to echo off the four walls of my bedroom. Her nails score my back as she greedily begs for more. She’s as into this as I am, which arouses me further.

We fuck so hard the bed creaks. The only other sounds in the room are our ragged breathing and muffled grunts of pleasure as our bodies move together. My balls tighten; I can’t hold back any longer. I drive deep inside her one last time, then explode, erupting my seed deep inside her tight, wet heat. Her pussy contracts around me, milking every last drop from my balls. She screams, her body arching upward as she comes, her short nails digging into my back. I collapse on top of her, our breaths ragged and uneven. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal and I roll off her, pulling her into my arms.

“This was so stupid,” she says, sending a chill through my heart. I move so that I can read her expression. Does she regret what we just did? Is she still upset about the things I did before?

“They could have heard everything,” she continues. “We were so loud.”

“Thank God,” I blurt out.

“What?”

“I thought you were saying us having sex was stupid. You’re not sorry, are you?”

“No,” she says. “That was so much better than I imagined.”

“So are we dating now?”

“No,” she says. “I don’t know. I think I just really like sex. I was lying in my bed, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how you made me come on your fingers. I’ve, um, touched myself to the memory of it a few times. Tonight I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t help myself.”