Hate Story

by Nicole Williams

  “I’m going to kiss you, Nina.” His eyes dropped to my mouth, which I was wetting with nervous anticipation, and his forehead creased. Then his hips pressed into me so I could feel him hard against me. “I’m going to do more.”

  When he ground into me from behind again, another gasp seeped out of me.

  “If this isn’t what you want, if I’m not who you want, walk away. Walk away now.” Max’s eyes traveled back to mine. “I won’t stop you. I’ll let you go. But if you stay. If you let me kiss you. If you let me take your body, I won’t be able to let you go after that. It won’t be possible, so make sure this is what you want before I start.”

  His words were priming my body almost as much as his actual body smashing into mine was. My heart was beating out of control and my lungs were straining. The rest of my body was malfunctioning too. I’d never felt this way. No one had ever drawn this kind of want out of me—pulled this kind of need from where it was hidden.

  Max could have been asking me to leap off the edge of the earth and I wouldn’t have walked away.

  Tipping my hips back, I angled my face so it was better in line with his. “Then kiss me.”

  His eyes darkened with want. “No going back.” His thumb slid higher, so it was touching the corner of my mouth.

  When his lips touched mine, I felt a jolt burst down my spine. When his mouth moved against mine, I felt jolts bursting in other places. His other arm wound around my waist, clinging to me like I was clinging to him as we shared our first real kiss. It was different from the fake ones we’d done for show. Entirely different.

  The others had given my butterflies, but this one was making me feel things that I couldn’t ascribe a word to. When my tongue passed his lips, Max’s fingers dug deeper into me. His hand wound around my waist traveled up my body. It didn’t stop until he was kneading my chest with hungry, urgent touches.

  The sensations were too much. My mouth fell away from his as my head fell back into the cradle of his shoulder.

  “Your mouth on mine, Nina.” Max’s hand tipped my head back toward his. “I’m not done kissing you.”

  His mouth captured mine again, and his tongue wound past my lips. I moaned against his mouth, my tongue tangling with his as he kissed me with a passion I hadn’t known existed.

  Feeling him touching me, feeling the way I was touching him, I got it now. Why women and men made such stupid decisions in the name of love. It was a drug. A dangerous one. Something a person would do anything to keep, give up anything to feel.

  That was the exact way I felt as Max continued to consume me with his lips and body. He was igniting something inside me I couldn’t tame. He was drawing something out that scared me because I had no control over it. At that moment, pinned against the kitchen counter with Max wrapped around me, I was controlled by it.

  Max’s hand slipped over to my other breast, his fingers capturing my nipple pushing through my cotton dress.

  My mouth broke free of his again, unable to breathe when he touched me like this. Seeking refuge against his shoulder, I draped an arm around his neck and held on while he stroked my nipple. Each time he pulled on it, I felt it all the way down between my legs.

  “You’re having a difficult time listening tonight.” Max nuzzled into my neck, sucking at it again.

  Fuck. It was stimulation overload. His mouth sucking on me, his hand teasing my chest. I’d never been so turned on in my whole life.

  “I’m sorry,” I panted, my arm tying harder around his neck when he gave the spot above my collarbone a hard suck. “I can barely breathe right now.”

  His hips pitched against mine, fitting himself hard against my ass. Breathing just got that much harder to regulate.

  “I told you I wanted to kiss you,” he said slowly against my neck. “But I suppose it doesn’t have to be on your mouth.”

  My body went limp against his for a moment when I realized he wasn’t referring to my neck. Not with the direction his hand was traveling down my body. His fingers stopped when they reached their destination, his thumb stroking me through my clothes.

  Without his mouth to muffle it, my gasp filled the kitchen.

  Twisting me around, his hands cupped my backside before he lifted me onto the counter. His body pressed into mine again as he scooted my hips to the very edge.

  “What are you doing?” I looked down at him, my body already spent from what he’d done to it. Having him touch me in the way I knew he had in mind would be the end of me. I knew it.

  “I want to kiss you.” His mouth covered mine for a moment, sucking on my lower lip. Then he released it with a wet pop. “Remember that more part I mentioned?” His hands slid up my thighs, bunching the material of my dress up with them.

  My head bobbed.

  His eyes lowered to the spot between my legs. “This is part of that.”

  When his fingers trailed up to my panties, his thumbs curled beneath the sides and pulled. “Lift up. I want to see you,” he ordered then kissed my neck.

  I didn’t even give it a second thought. I just lifted up so he could pull off my underwear. He slid them down my thighs, over my knees, then pulled my feet out of them, one at a time. They landed on the floor at his feet.

  Christ. What is happening?

  His eyes held mine for a moment before they trailed down to my exposed body. Something vibrated deep in his chest as he appraised me.

  “You’re perfect,” he rasped.

  Something that resembled a laugh came from me. “Yeah, that’s what I hear from all the guys.”

  Max’s eyes cut to mine, something dark sweeping through them. “No one will be seeing this but me from now on, you understand?” The sharpness in his voice made me flinch, but like before, he tamed his words with a tender kiss. “Do you understand?”

  I nodded.

  “Good. I don’t share. I won’t share you, Nina,” he whispered against my mouth. “I want to show you why you won’t have any reason to ever want to share your body with someone else.” His face nuzzled into my neck again. “Because when I’m done getting you off, you’ll be seeing stars.”

  “God, Max,” I breathed, actually feeling myself get wetter.

  Leaning back, he lowered onto the kitchen floor in front of me. His hands formed around my knees, spreading my legs apart. “Lift your dress, Nina. Show me you want me.”

  I stared at him on his knees in front of me. How did we get here? How did we wind up in this place?

  An arrangement. An agreement. A business transaction. How had that led to this?

  Right then, something sounded like it was shattering a floor above us.

  When my eyes lifted, Max shook his head. “Don’t worry. They’re just warming up. They won’t be down anytime soon.”

  Holding his stare, I curled my fingers around the hem of my dress and lifted it for him. Max’s hands slid up my thighs, his eyes dropping to me as his head moved closer.

  “Then show me the stars,” I whispered, right before his mouth settled between my legs. My whole body tensed up. I felt like I was flying at the same time I was falling.

  “Relax, Nina.” Max’s tongue tasted me, and fire shot up my spine. “Let me make you feel good.”

  Exhaling, I tried relaxing. It was impossible. Max’s head was between my legs, doing things to my body with his tongue that were already making me see stars. When his fingers spread me apart, his mouth sucking on me, my head fell back into the cabinet behind me.

  My gasp was more of a moan this time, and it was loud enough I reached over to crank the volume up on the radio.

  I felt my orgasm surging closer. But I fought it. If I did this, let Max draw an orgasm from my body, our relationship would forever be changed. There’d be no going back to the comfortable friendship. No going back to even the distant congeniality.

  Gritting my teeth together, I clamped my legs around him tightly, holding myself off. I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I didn’t want to lose Max, and I wasn’t sure i
f I let him force this from my body, if that would hasten his loss or lessen the likelihood.

  “Don’t fight it, Nina.” Max leaned back just enough to look up at me. His eyes were untamed, dark with need. “Let go. Let me make you come.”

  When my legs tightened this time, Max threw them over his shoulders and pulled me farther down the edge of the counter, so half of my butt was hanging off of it.

  “Fine”—his tongue drew a line down me—“I’ll just have to force you to come.”

  When his mouth covered me then, I knew fighting it would be impossible.

  “Max,” I breathed, curling forward so I could bury my hands in his hair. My fingers made a mess of his hair in no time at all as I pulled, pitching my hips in time to his tongue’s punishing rhythm.

  When I started to work with him, my body responding to his, Max growled against me, which was my undoing. My body went rigid, letting my orgasm surge to the surface, then Max’s finger just barely slipped inside me.

  His mouth barely dropped back over me and my orgasm ripped through my body. My cries filled the kitchen as I moved Max’s head against me while he kept sucking me off.

  He didn’t stop until he’d pulled every spasm from me. Not until the last aftershock had spilled through my body.

  His mouth left me first, then his finger. Staring up at me, a tilted smile moved into place. “Stars?”

  I smoothed down some of his hair I’d mussed. There were streaks of red from the strawberry juice coating my fingers. “The whole fucking universe.”

  My body was still shaking, my lungs were still straining, and my heart . . . I didn’t know where the hell it was, but I couldn’t think about anything but making him feel the same way.

  When he stood in front of me, he helped me off the counter. His arms came around me to keep me from crumbling to the floor. But the floor was exactly where I wanted to go. On my knees. In front of him.

  When my fingers moved to his zipper, feeling his hard-on pressing through it, he sucked in a sharp breath.

  “I want to feel you in my mouth,” I whispered. “I want to make you come the same way.”

  His fingers dug deeper into me, but before I could lower to my knees, his hands cupped around my backside and lifted me off of the floor. My legs tangled around his waist as he carried me out of the kitchen.

  “As much as I’ve been fanaticizing about that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around me, I want that part of me buried inside a different part of you right now.” My thighs squeezed around him. “But first, let’s get you into your bedroom.”

  My hands cinched around the back of his neck. “So you can give me head on the kitchen counter, but sex requires a bedroom?”

  “For what I have planned? Yes. A door that locks is a good idea.” His fingers gripped deeper into my backside. “You remember that night we were pretending to have sex? The sounds we were making?”

  He waited for me to nod.

  “You’ll be making those same sounds, but this time, it will be because of what my body’s doing to yours. This time, you’re going to cry out those filthy things because I’m taking your body. Again. And again.” His teeth grazed the skin along my collarbone. “And again.”

  I shuddered against him, feeling another orgasm building just from his words. “Your parents might hear.”

  “So?”

  I lowered my mouth outside his ear as he stopped in front of my bedroom door. “I’m not sure they want to hear about the size of their son’s package and what it’s doing to my body.”

  He pressed me up against the door, digging that part of himself against me. “So don’t scream it at the top of your lungs. Or do. I don’t care. That won’t change that my ‘package’ will be making you come as many times and ways as I can take you.”

  He ground against me again before opening the door.

  “I never knew you had such a dirty mouth,” I breathed, desperate for the friction of him on me again.

  Max carried me into the bedroom and kicked the door closed. He had me on my bed, hovering above me instantly. “You’re going to be learning a lot about me you didn’t know before.” He slid out of his jacket. “Your dress. Take it off,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt.

  Sitting up, I pulled the dress up over my head and tossed it onto the growing pile of his clothes. Mesmerized, I watched him slide his undershirt over his head.

  “I want you naked, Nina. The rest of it comes off.”

  My arms whipped behind my back, making quick work of unlatching my bra. When it slid down my arms and fell on my knees, Max’s breath caught.

  His eyes roamed my chest while I did the same to him. I’d never seen him shirtless, but I hadn’t guessed he’d look half as good as he did standing before me now, fragments of twilight spilling across him. He had the kind of body that didn’t just hint at power, it embodied it. It was evident he could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d be powerless to stop it. He could take me however he wanted, whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted with that kind of body, and that made my inner animal whimper. When Max worked his belt free, I swallowed.

  “Eyes on mine, Nina. You’ll be feeling him soon enough, but I want your eyes on mine right now.”

  I did as he asked, somehow managing to keep them on him when he slid out of his pants. When he stepped out of them, his hand lowered and he gave himself a few slow strokes.

  My eyes dropped, because damn, how was a girl supposed to keep staring at a guy’s eyes when he was touching himself that way?

  Air rushed in through my parted lips when I saw him. Shit. Kate was totally right.

  “I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me.” There was a smirk in Max’s voice. I could hear it. He stroked himself again, slower. “You’re having a hard time listening tonight.”

  My hand lowered down my body so I could touch myself as I watched him do the same. “Yeah, well, you didn’t listen to me about the no-sex part of our agreement, so consider us even.”

  Max peaked a brow. “We haven’t had sex yet.”

  I lay back as he moved closer. “Then what in the hell are you waiting for?”

  Max stared at me for a moment, worshipping my body with his eyes, before lowering himself over me. As his body settled over mine, the mattress whined. I moaned when I felt his length slide against me, his head pressing into my stomach.

  His mouth covered mine again, his kisses slow and teasing, while his hands roamed my body. One settled into the slope of my backside as the other pressed into my chest. His hips ground against me, about to drive me to another orgasm just from his shaft sliding up and down me.

  When I started to pant again, my body tensing below his, his hips tipped back, sliding lower.

  “No, Liebling.” His tongue touched mine. “I’m afraid your next orgasm belongs to my dic=k.”

  Nodding, I angled my hips against him.

  His hand moved between us, aligning himself into position, then something seemed to hit him. “Are you taking anything?”

  At first, I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then I felt him flex against me just enough he barely moved inside me.

  “Oh, yeah. We’re good,” I said quickly, remembering something else this might be a good time to mention. “On that topic at least.”

  Max’s whole face relaxed. “Are you okay with us doing it this way?” He gripped his bare shaft between my legs, waiting. “I’m clean.”

  My eyebrows came together, then I got what he was asking. What he’d just said.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m good. On both. Really good.” I was rambling, but Max was starting to push deeper inside me. “But I should mention one little thing first. You know, before you go any farther.” Because he was about to find out on his own if I didn’t bring it up.

  He was breathing hard, his forehead creased from our connection. “Fantastic. After.”

  I wiggled back a little bit, but he didn’t let me get far. “You remember that part of the biography I didn’t fill out?”

/>   “Yeah.” His mouth lowered to my body, then he sucked my nipple into his mouth. He was trying to distract me. I’d probably be doing the same if this was the other way around, but this was important. Or it would be for a whole two minutes before it became a non-issue.

  “It’s about that.” I tried pulling his face back, but no sooner had I done that then his mouth latched onto my other nipple. I cried out, my muscles clenching so hard they pushed him out.

  We both groaned in anguish.

  “Great,” he said around my nipple. “After.”

  My back was arching against him, trying to get more of me into his mouth. “Coincidentally, it has something to do with what we’re about to do.”

  “It can wait. I can’t.” He leaned back, pressing his length back against me.

  When I felt him start to slide inside me at the same time his finger circled higher, all warnings drifted away with the promise of my looming orgasm.

  “Yeah, me neither,” I panted as he took more of me. “After.”

  Max’s hands were just moving to my hips, bracing around them to claim the rest of me, when a pounding at the door stopped us both.

  Sitting up, I was waiting for the bedroom door to explode open.

  “It came from the front door.” Max kissed my forehead, pulling back as he crawled off the bed, reaching for his pants.

  “Are we expecting anyone?” I frowned as he zipped his pants.

  “No. But I wasn’t expecting my parents to show up yesterday, so Christ knows who it could be tonight.” Max pulled me off the bed, reaching for my dress. When he slid it over my head and tugged it into place, he looked as crestfallen as I felt.

  “Later.” His hand moved around my head and pulled it to him, kissing my forehead. “I promise.”

  “You didn’t get yours though.”

  He grinned as he shrugged into his undershirt. “Don’t worry. I’ll be taking mine.” His hand grabbed mine as he pulled me toward the door. “I hope you weren’t planning on actually sleeping tonight.”