Hatefully Yours

by Callahan, Kelli

  “I have a lot more power here than you had.” She pulled on my pants, and when I lifted up, my boxers came down with them.

  “Are you sure about that?” I gasped. “I made you beg…”

  “You’re going to beg a whole lot more than I did.” She pressed her lips to my thigh and made circles with her tongue as she finished removing my clothes.

  “I might be persuaded…” I gasped when her tongue got really close to my balls.

  “Then you better start.” She kissed her way back to my thigh, slid her tongue to the edge of my pelvis, and immediately leaned back. “Otherwise, that’s all you’re going to get.”

  “That isn’t fair…” I sighed. “I gave you more than that before I made you beg.”

  “Should I get dressed now?” She tilted her head and pouted. “I really, really want to keep going—but you gotta say the magic word.”

  “Please…” The word left my lips immediately.

  Maybe I deserve this, but she’s going to get more than she bargained for if she keeps it up.

  “That’s better.” Her lips pressed to my balls, parted, and then she circled my balls.

  “Fuck.” I exhaled sharply. “Please don’t stop.”

  Brooke moved her hand to my cock and started to massage it as her tongue teased my balls. I felt my cock throbbing every time that her tongue got to the top of my balls and flicked against my shaft. The excitement was growing by the second, and she had me right where she wanted me. I didn’t mind—I expected some form of revenge after torturing her like I did. I would have done the same thing if our roles were reversed. There was no cruelty or malice in my actions—I wanted to keep her mind in the moment and off the mistakes I made. If we could have one good night in the present, then it just might mean there was hope for us in the future. I wanted that more than anything else in the world.

  I believe that she wants it too, but I’ve gotta earn it. I have to prove that I’m better than I used to be—that I’m still the guy she fell for, but a completely different version of him.

  “I wonder how many times you’ve fantasized about having me down on my knees when we were stuck in one of those boring meetings…” She leaned back with a devious look in her eyes.

  “Do you want the truth?” I tilted my head slightly.

  “I do…” She grinned. “I want to hear all of your dirty secrets.”

  “This wasn’t what I was fantasizing about.” I shook my head back and forth. “But the look in your eyes—tonight, in the garage? That was…”

  “You might have just saved yourself from a little bit of groveling.” Brooke’s eyes flickered, and her devious grin turned into a warm smile. “But not all of it.”

  It was the truth. My body craved Brooke’s touch, but I wanted her heart a whole lot more than I wanted to feel her pressed against me. I didn’t want the passion unless it came with everything else that I lost the night I made my foolish mistake. That was the difference between the boy I used to be and the man I became. It took losing Brooke to realize how much she truly meant to me—and one hateful letter to realize that her heart could have been mine if I wasn’t such a fucking idiot. That knowledge sent my soul to hell, but she rescued it. I remembered what kind of man I wanted to be—and where I was supposed to be all along.

  Right here. With her.

  Brooke’s lips moved against my pelvis and caused so much excitement that my cock was almost pulsating. The anticipation was glorious and frustrating at the same time. She let her tongue slid down to my balls and teased them until I was moaning. She gave them equal attention with her tongue, moving from one to the other. It made my whole body tense up. Her tongue caressed them so delicately—just enough to make me squirm. I felt her breath against the bottom of my shaft and was definitely ready to beg for her tongue if that was what it took for me to get it. Those soft, pouty lips were going to be mine. I felt how fierce her kiss was and could only imagine how amazing they would feel on my cock.

  “If you beg, I might just swallow every inch…” She extended her tongue, grazed the bottom of my shaft, and sent pleasure coursing through my body. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “God yes…” I nodded quickly.

  “Say the words.” She grinned and flicked her tongue a little higher up my shaft—then let it slide down to my balls.

  “Are you going to make me grovel and beg all night?” I let out a groan.

  “You didn’t seem to have any problem doing the same thing to me.” She let out a light laugh. “Not that I’m complaining…”

  “I’m not complaining either.” I shook my head. “Please, Brooke. I’m so fucking sorry that I’d do anything to prove it to you.”

  “Better…” She pressed her lips to the bottom of my dick and started swirling her tongue.

  “Fuck.” My eyes rolled back in my head, and a loud gasp rushed from my lips.

  The desire was building at a rapid pace, and I didn’t know how to stop the anticipation from coursing through my veins like electricity. My whole body was buzzing with excitement. Brooke knew exactly what she was doing, and it was her game—I was no longer in control, and she wielded that power with finesse. Her lips went slow, and her tongue teased me. Every time I thought I was going to get some form of sweet relief, her tongue moved to a spot that wasn’t as sensitive, or she pulled it back into her mouth to place delicate kisses in the spot she had teased. The need was getting so intense that my balls were actually starting to ache.

  “I wonder how long I would have to do this to make you come?” She traced the bottom of my shaft.

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I need more than that…”

  “Do you need this?” She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and parted her lips to let the head slide across her lipstick.

  “God yes.” I nodded quickly. “Please…”

  I was ready to beg for every inch that she was willing to let slide into her warm, wet mouth, but she seemed to be done playing her game. She pulled me far enough in that I could feel her tongue, and then she started to massage the bottom of my cock. I had been teased so long that I was surprised I didn’t immediately fill her mouth with my seed. I squeezed my hands into a fist to try and hold back because it felt fucking amazing. Her lips began to slowly move down my shaft—every inch was a new level of heavenly bliss. She didn’t stop until half of my cock was buried in her mouth, and then she started to bob her head. The pleasure consumed me, and I just sank into the couch.

  “You really seem to like that.” Brooke pulled the head of my cock to her lips and lifted up.

  “I do.” I exhaled sharply. “Why are you stopping? Don’t stop.”

  “I don’t want to hear you beg anymore.” She swirled her tongue around the bottom of my shaft. “Tell me how good it feels.”

  “Right now, it just feels like you’re teasing me.” I opened my eyes and grinned.

  “What about now?” Her lips parted, and she began to descend on my length.

  “Now it feels perfect.” A moan echoed in my throat.

  Brook’s lips slowly moved up and down my shaft. They were so soft that they were like velvet on my skin, and her mouth was so wet that perfect was an understatement. She bobbed her head a few times, and then more of my cock disappeared behind her lipstick. Her lips formed a seal so tight that I squirmed every time she pulled my length into her throat. My cock started to throb, and I could hear a moan of excitement in her throat. The moan was followed by rapid motions up and down my shaft. I was so damn ready to unload—the pleasure got so intense that I couldn’t see straight. I put my hands on her head and chased my release. I needed her lips to go just a little bit faster, but she kept the same steady rhythm.

  “Just a little more. You said I don’t have to beg.” My breathing got heavier. “It feels so fucking good.”

  Brooke responded with a moan and took more my length into her throat until her lips were almost against my balls. She alternated between quick bobs her
head and slower ones where her tongue did all of the work as I sank deep into her throat. It wasn’t enough to send me over the edge, but my balls got tight, and my cock throbbed harder. I was almost desperate to come. She could tell by the way my body reacted—the way I squirmed—the way my hips jerked when she moved her lips faster. I was lost in bliss in that moment where the world faded away, and pleasure was all that I could feel. I was so damn close to erupting—so close that it was almost maddening.

  “I told you how good it feels.” I threw my head back, and a loud growl echoed in my throat. “Now I fucking need it.”

  Brooke pulled my entire length deep into her throat and started moving her lips as fast as possible. I tensed up, and my cock pulsated. The pressure in my balls got tight, and they began to ache in anticipation of the impending bliss. My fingers got tangled up in Brooke’s hair, and I started to drive my dick into her mouth, matching her rhythm with thrusts of my own. I was past the point of no return.

  I thrusted my cock deep, my entire length throbbed, and my lust began to surge through my shaft. She moaned when she tasted my seed and started to swallow my cum. My growl turned into a roar as I unloaded thick ropes into her throat. Her tongue continued to massage the bottom of my cock like she was trying to coax every last drop out of my body. Her lips didn’t stop moving until I was spent.

  “Fucking hell…” I let go of her hair, and my arms felt limp against the couch.

  “I wondered how long you would put up with it before you just took what you wanted.” She lifted up, and I saw fiery desire in her eyes.

  “I tried to be nice…” I pulled her into my arms, and my hand immediately went between her thighs—she was even wetter than she was when my tongue was on her clit.

  “And I was just making sure there was still some of the old Trent Rigsby underneath this guy who wears a suit to work every day.” She moaned and looked up at me.

  “You didn’t want me to beg, did you?” I pushed a finger inside Brooke’s pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb.

  “No, I prefer to be the only one that begs…” She let out a louder moan, but I could see the smile on the edge of her lips.

  “Well you’re going to beg one more time tonight.” I pressed my lips to her ear. “You’re going to beg me to take you to the bedroom.”

  “You wouldn’t let me leave, even if I refused…” She bit down on her bottom lip and shuddered.

  “No.” I moved my thumb faster. “But if you don’t beg, I’m going to put you back on your knees.”

  “Fine.” She whimpered in my ear. “Please take me to the bedroom.”

  I smiled as I pulled Brooke into a tight embrace and stood up. Our lips met, and we kissed as I carried her to the bedroom. There was no way that I was going to let her leave—even if she refused to beg. I didn’t have enough willpower to resist her. I should have known she was just teasing me when she told me to grovel. We were long past that. She wouldn’t have been in my arms if I wasn’t already forgiven. It was going to take time to find out what our dynamic was truly like in the aftermath of forgiveness and understanding, but if she wanted to see how much of the old Trent Rigsby was left—I had no problem showing her.

  It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like myself…

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Brooke

  When I was in high school, Trent Rigsby wasn’t a normal person—he was an enigma. That’s why I was so surprised to find out there was someone gentle and kind underneath his rough exterior. The evil bastard I met when I moved to New York reminded me a lot of the guy I saw from a distance when we were younger—the demon who carried half the Penny Grove High defenders down the football field when he scored his game-winning touchdown. That one play made him a legend. My heart was already his by that point—it became his the night we almost kissed—even though I convinced myself it was all in my head.

  I didn’t really need him to grovel. It was fun to pretend that he had to make amends, but it wasn’t what I truly wanted. There was no changing what happened the night of my graduation party. I chose to let go of that horrible memory and accept what was right in front of me. Truthfully, I needed the man he had become a lot more than I needed the enigma he used to be—but damn if it didn’t bring back some good memories to see that side of him finally come out, especially if he was mine. That guy would have never begged for what he craved, and I didn’t want a guy that felt like he had to.

  Me on the other hand? He can make me beg all damn night….

  “You begged to be here.” Trent rubbed my clit as he placed me on the quilt. “What do you want me to do to you, now that you’re in my bed?”

  “Everything…” I let out a light moan and gasped.

  “Good.” He moved his hand away from my clit and forced my legs apart. “That’s exactly what I plan to do.”

  Trent was on top of me in an instant. His hands moved along my curves as his lips pressed against mine. His tongue intertwined with mine, and I could taste the fury on his breath. That was how I imagined my first time with Trent Rigsby would be. An enigma born out of chaos and forged in a world where people treated him like a deity. High school was a lot like the office in a way, except the attention I got from Trent wasn’t mired in hatred like it was when our lives collided in New York. He knew how to be gentle and kind, but that wasn’t the version of him I wanted inside me. I earned the fury, and I was going to enjoy it.

  “I didn’t tell you the whole truth when I said that I didn’t fantasize about this.” Trent pressed his lips to my ear, and I felt the head of his cock against my pussy. “I just wasn’t fantasizing about it when we were stuck in a boring meeting.”

  “I bet I fantasized about it a whole lot more.” I groaned when he started to push his way inside me.

  “When was the first time?” His hands moved against my skin.

  “That day by the rocks…” I exhaled sharply as he went deeper. “You?”

  “The night we almost kissed.” His hands wrapped around my wrists, and he shifted his weight. “That wasn’t the only thing I wanted to do to you.”

  “You should have…” I moaned. “You could have been my first.”

  “I’ll settle for being your last.” He growled and lifted before he drove his cock deeper.

  It had been a while since I was in bed with a guy, and my vibrator was still in the box, so my body was eager for the passion. His tongue lit the fuse, but it didn’t give me all of the satisfaction I craved. I needed the closeness—the sizzle of skin-on-skin while lust devoured what was left of the night. The fury in his eyes told me that I was going to get everything I craved and then some. In a way, it was better that our first time together came when we were older. I wasn’t a timid and shy girl with fear coursing through my veins, and Trent didn’t have to treat me like a delicate flower trying to bloom.

  “That feels good…” My eyelids fluttered when Trent went deeper than before.

  “I wonder how many times I can make you come tonight.” He lifted up and gave me a quick thrust.

  “We don’t have to be at work for like twelve hours.” I smiled and shifted my hips to give him a better angle.

  “We’ll save the last hour for sleep.” He squeezed my wrists and gave me several more quick thrusts.

  Trent’s cock felt so good inside my pussy—like it was almost meant to be there. He went slow at first, but once he was as deep as he could go, he picked up speed until his body was crashing into mine. I seemed to get wetter by the second. The pleasure surged through my body as I built towards what was sure to be one of many orgasms if he kept his word. I didn’t think I could have settled for just one anyway. The need was too strong. The desire was too fierce. The look in his eyes burned with too much intensity and reflected every bit of furious passion he planned to unleash on my body.

  “You’re not going to have to wait very long for the first one.” I exhaled sharply when I felt a deep thrust inject pleasure into my soul.

  “Then come for me…” H
e tensed up and started to hammer my pussy. “Then I’ll make you beg for the next one.”

  “Gladly…” A grin formed on my lips and my eyes rolled back in my head.

  The pressure was building fast. His deepest thrusts slammed into my g-spot and made my body buzz with excitement. I was getting really close to the ultimate feeling of bliss, and Trent was determined to make me experience it. He was like a jackhammer between my thighs, and I squirmed when the pleasure heightened. I tried to make my eyes come into focus because I wanted to see that reflection of fury in his ocean-blue stare. It wasn’t calm and serene—not like I remembered the first time I got caught in his gaze—I saw a storm.

  “I’m gonna come!” My fists balled, and my back arched against the mattress. “Oh god!”

  The pressure started to release, and Trent continued to hammer his length into me. My pussy spasmed on his cock, and I felt him throb against my g-spot each time he went deep. The orgasm was stronger—like it was crushing my soul as it made my body surge with euphoria. I was desperate to cling to that feeling. It rose towards the peak so fast that it was hard to keep my eyes focused no matter how badly I wanted to see that storm brewing in his eyes. My mouth opened, but before I could scream, Trent silenced me with a kiss. The orgasm peaked, and it lasted a lot longer than it did when his tongue danced on my clit. Instead of smaller ones that followed the first, it was just one long explosion of bliss.

  “Fuck…” I pulled away from Trent’s lips because I needed to breathe.

  “Your pussy feels so good when you come!” Trent grunted and started to hammer me harder.

  The first orgasm peaked for so long that I thought every bit of oxygen was going to be sucked out of my lungs before I could get a full breath. The instant that it began to fade, I asphyxiated on air as I tried to prepare for the next one that was building with even more intensity. The bed began to shake underneath us, but Trent didn’t slow down. He hammered his cock into me until I orgasmed for the second time, the third time, the fourth time, and then I just lost count. Nothing existed except for the moment that we claimed. My only rational thought was one of concern—I didn’t want to be the only one trapped in bliss.