Hate Fuck Part Three (8 page)

But when he opens the door, I roll over, suddenly awake again. The lamp beside me is the only light in the room. I watch as he moves around the room, stripping off his clothes. Jacket, pants, and shoes in the walk-in closet. Shirt, boxer briefs, and socks dropped in a lidded hamper by the bathroom.

I can’t breathe properly as he prowls toward me, totally naked. Tattoos crawling over one shoulder. Scar tissue decorating the other. Hard, lean six-pack dancing just out of stroking range as he climbs on top of me, shoving my shirt up my body as he moves.

His mouth lands on my stomach first, hot and wet. His tongue slides up between my breasts, then his entire mouth covers one nipple, sucking me hard through my bra. The mesh and lace barrier changes the sensation, holding the damp heat next to my skin and allowing him to be rougher.

I cry out as he sinks his teeth around my tender flesh, tugging my nipple deep into his mouth. Against my legs, his cock hangs heavy. I want him in my hands, want to cup his balls and pull him up higher on my body so I can swallow his length and have his musky taste on my tongue.

I want him inside me, too.

I want it all.

“They’re gone?” I ask, twining my limbs restlessly, urgently around his body.

He doesn’t look up from where he’s devouring my skin, making me burn. “Do you want them gone? Or do you want me to take you, knowing there are people on the other side of the wall? Knowing that if you scream, they’ll know I’ve just shoved my cock inside your wet, hungry pussy?”

His heated words brand me and I whimper, rocking my pelvis against his hand as he cups my mound on the outside of my underwear.
 

“You’ll have to be quiet. I’m gonna take you hard and fast.”

“So you can do it again?”

He grins, one hundred percent predator, and spins me around, turning me as he crawls backward off the bed. I yelp as he grips my hips, moving me right off the bed, then folds me forward. Ass in the air.

And my pussy squeezes, wishing it had him inside to feel it.

“I haven’t even had a chance to tell you how much I hate your apartment,” I whisper as he rips off my underwear. “And I don’t have another pair of those here.”

“You don’t need them. If I had my way, you’d be naked all the time.”

“Sounds cold.”

He lazily spanks first one ass cheek, then the other. “We need to talk about how naughty you were, ditching Scott earlier.”

“I came straight here.”

Another swat. My nipples ache and I rub them against the blanket, the wet lace of my bra reminding me of Cole’s mouth there, stretching my arms in front of me like a cat.

“That was dangerous,” he growls.

“I’m sorry.” But I’m not. It was fine and now I’m here and this is perfect.

“You should have called me.”

I’m glad I’m not looking at him. I close my eyes and press my forehead on to the bed before admitting, “You would have told me I was being silly.”

Instead of answering, he nudges me with his erection, and thrusts into me as soon as he finds my opening. Sounds spill out of me as he drags himself out and does it again, each surge more intense than the last. Deeper. Sweeter. More filling.

Swat
. “I will never think you’re silly.”
Slap
. The bite of each open-handed tap instantly fades into a lasting, erotic warmth that soothes and arouses me. “You’re amazing. Strong. Honest, Kind. Human.” He folds over my back, fucking me so hard it steals my breath. “So fucking beautiful, Hailey. Never silly.”

I can’t think straight. No, I can’t think at all. There are things to say, arguments to be made, but I don’t have them. I just have Cole’s words filling me up as surely as his cock stretches my pussy. As his hands brand my ass.

Against my ear, he’s talking again. “You need me, you tell me.”

Sometimes I can’t
.
 

His mouth is on the back of my neck now, his teeth against my skin, and I want his hands on my breasts. I try to lift up, but he’s got my hips pinned against the side of the bed, and all that does is rock my clit against the edge of the mattress.

“Oh my God,” I moan, spreading my legs wider. I want that again, and when he rocks into me again, I get it. “Oh yeah. Do that…”

He bites me, and I realize he thinks it’s his mouth on the back of my neck. Okay, that works too. Jesus, my mind is spinning in twelve different directions.

And Cole keeps fucking me, hard and fast. “Gorgeous,” he mutters against my back. “So tight. Can I come in you?”

Holy shit. I wasn’t even thinking about that. He pulled out yesterday. “Uhm…”

He chuckles against my back and slams into me, holding himself deep as he slides one hand beneath me, across my belly. Going straight for my clit, but I’m good there.
 

“Nipples,” I gasp, and he changes direction.

“Come for me. Be a good girl and have a fucking orgasm all over my dick. Make me feel it.”

He’s got both of my tits out of my bra, and he’s squeezing them together with one hand, his thumb working one nipple, a slow roll, and maybe his ring finger one the other. I don’t know. I can’t see it, I can just feel it, but I’m feeling a lot of things.

Inside me, I’m coiling tight. My core is throbbing, all the way from my clit, through all the nerve endings he’s rubbing deep inside me, to the top of my effing womb.

And he’s still biting my neck and shoulder, little nibbles that make me gush each time his teeth sink into my flesh.

I’m going to die. Or come, I’m not sure which.

“Mmphf,” I say, not even a word, but that’s okay because now Cole’s grunting too. His legs brace behind me, nothing but two pillars of muscle, pistoning his hips as he thunders into me. Around my torso, his arms are bands of steel, biceps bulging as he pins me down and works me over.

I’m sweaty, panting, aching…and over the moon happy. Deep inside me, the thick head of Cole’s erection rocks over the perfect spot, shifting my body forward, making my clit rub against the blanket at the same time as he pinches a nipple, and I tumble headlong into an earth-shattering orgasm.

This is one of those climaxes that keeps going, probably because he’s still going. I arch my back, my clit suddenly too sensitive to touch anything, and Cole somehow climbs onto the bed, getting me up on my knees as he keeps screwing me, and now I’m full-on moaning with each deep penetration as the ripples of sensation start all over again. I’m clawing at the blanket, my thighs shaking, and it feels like I’m full of jello.

Orgasms are weird.

With a strangled cry, Cole pulls out and comes on my back. I’m starting to think he likes that. Like he’s marking me. He slides beside me, tugging me down, flat on my belly, and I can still feel it on my back.

I’ll give him a minute before I ask for a washcloth.

Maybe he’s not the only one who likes it. God, he’s turning me into a deviant.

I twist my head and look at him. “They’re not still out there, are they?”
 

It’s not really a question, but maybe it sounds like one, because he looks at me with real surprise on his face.
 

“Uh…no.” He grins. “But I liked that you didn’t know and still let yourself go.”

“At some point you’re going to want to explore that more, aren’t you?”

“Your closet exhibitionism?” He kisses my shoulder and gives my butt a pat as he gets up. “Only if it works for you.”

When I’m turned on, I think I’ll do anything with this man. It’s after the sex is over that I crawl back into the good girl shell, carefully constructed by years of private school slut-shaming, and doubt slips through the cracks.

As he cleans me up, I remember the casual way he asked where he should come and I bury my face in the pillow. I feel the bed shift as he tosses the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom, then he hauls me against his chest—where I promptly hide my face again.

“What’s with the sudden shyness, beautiful?”

I blush. “I was just thinking about how you asked about coming inside me.”

He kisses the top of my head and I blush harder. “Well, yeah…”He strokes his hand over my shoulder, then keeps going, touching me all over, his long arms meaning that no part of my body is out of his reach. He squeezes my breasts and strokes my hip. “I thought you missed a day or two of your pills in Miami.”

“Oh.” I try to think back. “No. I took the next day a bit late, but I didn’t miss a day.”

“I hate using condoms with you, but I would. I should have, I guess.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s okay.” But I obviously wasn’t thinking about that, which makes me kind of stupid. “We’re safe.”

“Do you ever think about kids?”

Holy shit. I freeze, and he notices, because he pauses his lazy circuit over my body for a second before resuming. “Do you?”

“I asked you first.” His voice is rough, and he’s not looking at me.

That’s okay, I don’t think I can look at him either. “Uhm, yeah. I mean, in a
sometime in the future
kind of way. I want kids.”

Thud
. My heart slams in my chest.
Thud thud thud.
What if he doesn’t want a family? He’s not close to his parents, and I don’t know how he feels about being adopted—if that’s affected him or something.

“What do they look like, when you think about them?” His voice cracks as he asks me, and I lift up, forgetting to be nervous.

“Hey…” I touch his cheek with my fingertips, pressing just enough to get him to look at me. “You,” I say softly. “They look like you.”

His chest moves at that, a quick inhale as we hold each other’s gaze, then he’s on top of me, pinning me down and kissing me, and I’m pretty sure we’re about slam into round two, hard and fast all over again.

“I don’t deserve you, Hailey,” he mutters against my lips once he leaves me breathless. “But I want everything with you, when you’re ready.”

“Okay.” I explore his face with my fingers, not wanting to break the moment, but my inner snark can’t help itself. “Maybe we should wait until I’m not under armed guard twenty-four/seven.”

“So cheeky.” His eyes narrow and he rubs his thumb over my lower lip. “Soon this is going to be behind us, beautiful. And it’s just going to be me and you, and you can do whatever you want. I promise.”
 

Right now, I just want him again. I swipe at his thumb with my tongue, and he groans—so I pull his blunt digit into my mouth and suck.

He curses under his breath.

I smile.

He shoves it roughly over my tongue. I kind of asked for that.

I still bite down around his knuckle, which he doesn’t seem to mind, because he reaches between us and fists his cock, rubbing it in my newly wet again sex.

My eyelids drop, heavy with hunger for him as he takes me again. Slow this time. He braces his arms on either side of my head and starts moving, a liquid wave of pleasure between my legs and over my body.

His gaze, always on me.

This man loves me. He wants forever. With
me.

I can’t even…
 

“I love you,” I whisper, pulling him for a hungry, drinking-until-I’m-drunk kind of kiss. “I’m yours.”

“Mine.” His eyes gleam at that.

“All yours.” My courage is stoked by that dark golden pride. “Every last inch. Every last…hole.”

I can’t breathe as he dips his head, looking between our bodies where he’s sliding in and out of me. His cock must be shiny with my wetness, but we both know he’s going to need more for what I’ve just suggested.

“Do you have…” I trail off, my heart pounding a mile a minute as he looks back up at me.

“Yeah. You sure?”

“Oh yeah.” I want him to take my ass more than anything else, ever. It just feels right.
 

Time slows as he eases out of me. He kisses his way down my body at the same time as he reaches blindly for the bedside table. Snagging a bottle of lube, he tosses it on the bed next to me, then follows up with a condom.

Interesting.

I’m in an altered state, like I’ve taken a sex drug or something. I lick my lips. “Do we need that?”

He blinks up from between my legs. His breath is hot on my now swollen flesh. “I’ve heard it helps. I want it to be as comfortable as possible for you.”

My butt clenches—in a good way. “I want it.” I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair as he starts to lick me. “I’m not just offering for you.”

“I know,” he murmurs before sucking ever so slowly on my clit. I can feel it getting hard and swelling against his tongue, and when he lifts up again, his face is wet. That just makes me hotter. He reaches for the lube and grins at me. “I’m mostly just reminding myself.”

“Because…” I pant.

Now his grin is huge. Like his erection, I’m sure. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Your ass is my number one fantasy.”

“I want whatever you want.”

“Dangerous words.”

“Turns out I’m a dangerous girl.” I slide my hands up my torso and cup my breasts for him. “How do you want me? Should I roll over?”

He rears up, all of his muscles flexing and straining in the lamplight. “Not this first time. I want to see your face as I sink into you.” He hisses in a breath. “God, you’re going to be so tight.”

A helpless little whimper slips out as he spreads my legs wider and squeezes some lube onto his fingers. His hand disappears between my legs and I curl up, wanting to see more. I prop myself up on my elbows as the cold gel hits my skin, followed by his warm fingers. He doesn’t go straight for the bulls-eye. Like last time, he circles over my skin, wide at first, then narrowing to where I’ll take him, and I give up trying to watch because the sensations are already enough—I want to fall into the illicit touch.

Stop thinking and just go with it.

I close my eyes and sink back against the bed, arching my back as just the tip of one finger penetrates me.
Yes.
It’s just as good as I remember. Dirty and powerful and the most private touch imaginable.

“That’s it, take it.” Cole exhales slowly as I relax around his touch and he slides inside easily with the lube. He strokes the back of my thigh with his other hand, still talking quietly.
Beautiful. Sexy. Hot.
I’ll never get enough of the words he fills me up with when we’re making love and fucking like animals and everything in between.