Hate Struck: (Maddison High School Book 1)

by Nikki Ashton

  His words felt like a salve to both our souls. He knew he wasn’t perfect, had never been and never would be. He knew I was damaged and had issues that would always weigh me down. Yet he felt I deserved something good and he wanted to be that good in my life. Instinctively, I dropped from the sofa and crawled over to him and pushed up on my knees. We were eye to eye as I reached up and cupped his face in my hands, my palms cool against his warm skin.

  “You’ve been like a hurricane in my life,” I whispered. “I didn’t want you, or welcome you, and when I got caught up in you, I thought I’d be destroyed, but somehow I’ve come out the other side and I feel stronger for surviving you.”

  Adam put his hand on top of mine, and he started to rub the inside of my wrist with his thumb. His hard skin soothed the scar which was so often my comfort.

  “I was sure I was going to crush you,” he whispered. “I was desperate to. From the moment I set eyes on you, I fucking craved you and I knew I couldn’t let you in. I didn’t want to let you in, so it was easier to make you hate me.”

  “Typical Adam Hudson,” I said around a soft laugh. “Getting the first strike in before someone hurts you.”

  He arched a brow. “You see how well you know me, after just a few weeks. My own mum doesn’t get that. She just sees me as her troublesome brat who might steer her nice little boat of domesticity toward the rocks.”

  Sadness filled his eyes and I knew so many of his troubles and the way he was with people were as a result of his mum’s behaviour, with both men and her son.

  “She loves you,” I stated not entirely sure I was stating the truth, but unable to watch the desolation on his face any longer.

  “Yeah, maybe, but she loves herself more.”

  His words sounded final and resolute, so I chose not to continue any further conversation about his mum. I didn’t know her, and it wasn’t my place to state what I’d gotten from that one meeting at the shopping centre, which was that Adam was right.

  “How the hell have you done this to me?” Adam asked, his thumb still caressing my wrist. “How have you made me want to change? I was happy being a dick.”

  We both laughed and the air around us lightened.

  “I haven’t,” I said, scooting a little closer so that our lips were inches apart. “The good person was always in there it simply took almost getting killed to make you realise that it wasn’t a secret that you had to keep any longer. I didn’t change you Adam, you did.”

  If I’d been expecting some announcement from Adam that he was going to kiss me, I would have been disappointed, but only for a second, because as soon as his lips hit mine, I was rocketed to the heights of delight.

  Adam’s fingers on one hand raked through my hair, while the other cupped my cheek as our breaths became more ragged with each sweep of his tongue against mine. As his teeth nipped at my bottom lip, I let out a needy moan and pushed myself forward, forcing his legs wider apart. When my chest touched Adam’s, he fell backward onto the sofa and pulled me up with him, our mouths remaining locked together the whole time.

  “You were wrong you know,” Adam groaned as his lips moved to my neck. “You make me a good mad.”

  His hand reached down to cup my bum and when he pressed me into him, I could feel how hard and swollen he was beneath his sweatpants. Greedily I found his mouth with mine and gripped at his vest, urging him to kiss me some more. When his other hand landed on my bum to join the first, the need to thrust my hips was too great, and with a soft undulating wave, I rocked against Adam’s erection.

  “I-I-I have too many layers,” I panted as Adam’s hips pushed up to meet mine creating the most delicious friction between my legs.

  Without warning his strong arms lifted me up and flipped me over so that my back was on the sofa and he was above me. His forearms were either side of my head as he lifted his hands to gently brush the hair away from my face, and as he looked down on me, I didn’t think I’d ever seen a more beautiful sight. Eyes full of warmth and the colour of the clearest lagoon, contemplated me with intensity.

  “You have to be sure, Sarah,” he whispered. “Because I’ll stop at any point if you need me to, but it’ll fucking kill me. I’d rather wait until you’re totally ready than start and then not have the opportunity to worship every fucking inch of your skin.”

  I was desperate for his worship, twice over if necessary, but he was right, it was something I had to be sure of. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us to have to stop. I knew that the thought of having Adam inside of me didn’t fill me with fear or dread. I’d had his fingers and now they didn’t feel nearly enough. I was desperate to change my memories of what sex was like, what feelings it evoked. I didn’t want it to feel dirty or degrading, I wanted to relish the release it brought and enjoy the ultimate high. I wanted to have sex with Adam Hudson.

  “I’m ready,” I whispered. “For everything.”

  26

  Adam

  “I’m ready for everything,” Sarah said, her lips red and puffy from my kisses. If I hadn’t had the biggest craving of my life to be inside her, I may well have blown at that moment.

  She looked beyond beautiful with her sunshine blonde hair fanned out around her and her mouth parted in readiness for my tongue to enter her mouth and sweep against hers.

  My cock was painfully hard and pushing against my sweatpants. I knew there was probably already pre cum on the end of it to show how much I needed her. When Sarah’s hand snaked up the back of my top and she scraped her fingernails over the curve of my muscles, I lost every bit of restraint I had left in me. With a level of desperation that I didn’t know existed, I reached for the button of her shorts and practically ripped it open before tugging at her zip. As I pulled her shorts down her legs, Sarah lifted up, dragging her shirt over her head without undoing any of the buttons and threw it to one side.

  After the pain and humiliation that she must have gone through with the fucking animal who raped her, I would have expected her to be shy and conscious of being half naked beneath me, but she surprised me. With the confidence of a girl who knew what she wanted, and a determination to get it, Sarah lay back and stretched her arms over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and though her tits were small, they were pert with the prettiest pink nipples I had ever seen. She wasn’t nearly as tiny as her baggy clothes made her seem and finally getting a look of her slim waist that curved gently at her hips reinforced that she really did need to stop hiding herself.

  As Sarah looked up at me with anticipation, I forced myself not to take her nipple into my mouth until I had her completely naked. She needed to be savoured, not rushed as if I couldn’t wait to move on, because that would be a lie. The hope she’d forced into my soul made me wonder whether I would ever want to move on from her. I hooked my fingers into the waistband on her tights and slowly peeled them from her skin and off the ends of her legs and when I threw them to join her shirt, I couldn’t help the groan that escaped from my mouth. She was wearing a pair of white cotton knickers, so plain and simple yet as sexy as fucking hell against her creamy skin.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered as I lowered myself down and locked my eyes with hers. “More than you know.”

  With my gaze still on her, I dropped an open-mouthed kiss on her breastbone and her eyelashes fluttered as she let out a little sigh. How the hell I didn’t rip off my clothes and her knickers and then thrust inside of her I didn’t know, but somehow, somewhere I found the control I needed. Not only did I want to take my time with her, but she needed me to go slow, even if she didn’t realise it. I would be her first since him and I had to erase her memories of him.

  Still watching her, I kissed down her stomach until my mouth was at the edge of her knickers and when I smelled her fucking juices, I felt ten feet tall. I had done that to her before I’d even put a finger on her. My lips and tongue had barely touched her, but she was wet and ready to let me enter her willingly.

  I kissed down to the apex of her smoot
h, toned thigh and when my finger whispered over the white cotton, I heard a soft, mewling sound.

  “You like that?” I asked as I drummed a soft beat against her sex with two fingers.

  “Hmm hmm.”

  Unable to speak, Sarah’s head went back, her rock-hard nipples pointed skyward and her hips thrust upward as her back arched. She was more responsive than I’d expected, and I couldn’t help but feel a level of pride that I’d never felt before, not even when I’d won player of the season for the whole of the county the year before.

  For all I wanted to prolong Sarah’s pleasure, I was also aware that I was in danger of embarrassing myself. She was so fucking hot, I was pretty sure I might blow like a geyser at any contact, even if it was an accidental touch from her knee or elbow, so I eagerly dragged her knickers down her legs and threw them to join the rest of her clothes. I’d been right, they were soaked, and her neat triangle of blonde pubic hair glistened with her juices at the opening to her pussy.

  With my dick straining to be set free, I scooted down the sofa and lifted Sarah’s legs to lie over my shoulders. She was too far gone down the rabbit hole of pleasure to question me or to care what I was about to do, but I felt I needed it as much as she did. I hadn’t gone down on many girls, not that I was a chauvinist or anything like that, but weirdly most seventeen-year-old girls were a little shy about letting a lad give her head. We fucking loved it, but according to Kirk’s older brother, girls learned to love it more as they got older. Sarah on the other hand didn’t appear to have any problem with it, because as soon as my tongue licked her like she was the sweetest lolly I’d ever tasted, she gasped and dragged her fingers through my hair, pushing my face closer to her.

  Fuck, she didn’t taste like the sweetest lolly ever, she was the sweetest. She tasted hot, sweet and delicious and as my tongue moved up and down in long strokes, I knew I’d found heaven.

  After a few more licks, I took Sarah’s clit into my mouth and sucked on it, causing her to squirm beneath me. She was so fucking wet, it was unbelievable, her juices were dripping down to her arse crack and I didn’t think I’d ever seen such a perfectly pink pussy.

  The soft, quiet sounds that Sarah made as I licked and sucked only spurred me on more until I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to clutch my cock to ease the pain of its throbbing. My balls felt heavy and ready to explode and if Sarah dragged her nails across my scalp one more time, I knew I would.

  “Adam,” she gasped. “I need you.”

  I wanted to get on my knees and give a prayer of thanks, because for all my best intentions, I was as horny as hell and I needed to fuck her.

  I pulled back and when Sarah’s eyes opened to watch me, I couldn’t help but grin.

  “What?” she asked breathily, her complexion flushed.

  “You,” I replied. “You look thoroughly fucked and I haven’t even started properly with you yet.”

  She smiled shyly, but dropped her legs further apart, exposing more of her pussy to me, a silent invitation, a wordless command that I wouldn’t disobey.

  “You need to be naked first,” she said with a smile, looking so damn cute and sexy.

  I reached behind and pulled my vest up and over my head. “Whatever you say,” I replied.

  Sarah moved her hand and I knew when her lips parted that she liked my Eagles tattoo. It was on my left pec and if I flexed it the wing actually looked like it was moving.

  “Wow,” she whispered. “I had no idea.”

  “Let’s such say it got me grounded for a few weeks, seeing as I used fake ID to get it.” I grinned at her and reached over to the side table for my wallet and pulled out a condom and then pushed down my sweatpants and boxers, all in one go. My cock, hard and eager, bobbed against my abs and as soon as she saw it, Sarah’s eyes widened. It wasn’t huge, but it was big enough and even if I said it myself, it was a fucking pretty cock compared to most I’d seen. I liked to keep things neat and clean down there and I could see that Sarah was impressed now that she was actually getting to see it and not just feel it in the dark recesses of an alleyway.

  As I stepped out of my clothes, I kept my eyes on her, and she only had eyes for my cock. When her hand instinctively went to her nipple and she began to roll it between her fingertips, I groaned. Fuck she had no idea how sexy she was, or how tied up she had me and that was before I’d been inside of her.

  “Sarah,” I whispered. “Look at me.”

  When her eyes met mine, the blush on her cheeks became that of embarrassment, so I took hold of her hand and kissed her knuckles.

  “Don’t ever by embarrassed for wanting sex,” I said softly. “It’s sexiest thing in the world. I only want you to look at me because I need to be sure that this is definitely what you want.”

  “I do,” she cried.

  “I know you say the words, Sarah, but I need to see it in your eyes too. When I put this condom on, I want to still see that desire and when I lay on top of you about to enter you, I have to see you want the same thing.”

  She didn’t answer but pulled me down to her and when our faces were close, she raked her fingers through my hair and kissed me with an eagerness that answered every question I’d had about what we were about to do.

  “You taste of me,” she said against my mouth.

  “Yeah and it’s fucking delicious.” I pulled back and with a grin passed her the foil wrapper. “You do it.”

  She looked a little unsure and her eyes flittered from me to the condom in her hand. “I’ve never done it before.”

  “I’ll show you, just take it out.”

  As Sarah ripped open the foil, I palmed my cock which was aching more than I ever thought possible, so much so I wanted to take the condom from her and put it on to save time, but I knew I had to let her have some control. After what felt like an eternity, but was only seconds, Sarah pulled herself up so that her face was level with my cock. She looked at it eagerly and then dropped a kiss on the end of it. It wasn’t the full-on blowjob I’d have welcomed, but it made my heart thud louder in my chest. This girl would most definitely be the one person who fucked me up the most, I could feel it in my bones.

  Tentatively she took hold of me and then placed the rubber on the end of my cock.

  “Pinch the end,” I said. With her concentration still on her task, I ran a hand down her hair and around to her cheek. Once she’d done as I asked, she looked up at me, her eyes full of questions. “That’s it, now roll it slowly down.”

  As her tiny fingers worked the latex down my length, I blew out a breath. Her touch was featherlight and gentle and it sent more waves of need swirling around my body, until I thought I might self-combust. Finally, when she was done, she looked up at me and gave me the biggest smile, proud at what she’d achieved. For some girls wrapping up a lad’s cock was nothing, but to Sarah it was everything.

  “I need you pretty soon,” I gasped as Sarah’s smile brightened a little more.

  “I want you too,” she replied and floored me once more when she lay back on the sofa and opened up her legs for me again.

  “Ah fuck,” I muttered and dropped down and braced myself above her.

  I hooked a hand under her leg, just at the crease of her knee and lifted it. Instinct told Sarah I wanted it on my shoulder and with her pretty pink painted toes pointing, she placed it just where I wanted it. Her other foot went to the floor, which only opened her wider and the sight was spectacular. With a lingering kiss to her inner thigh, I couldn’t wait any longer and settled between her hips to push inside of her.

  As soon as I gave my first thrust, I knew that this would be the best feeling I’d ever experience. Whatever happened, Sarah would always be the best sex I’d ever have because of what it meant to both of us; it was the beginning of the end of our pain.

  With every thrust I made, Sarah drew me in and tightened around me, enticing me to go harder and deeper. Nothing had ever felt so good, I had never felt so addicted and each time I pulled out I couldn’t
wait to push back inside of her. Our pace was steady, but not slow. I had to force myself not to go faster, not to scare her, to still allow Sarah that control; but when I hitched her leg higher and her fingers tightened in my hair, I couldn’t help myself.

  Faster, harder I went as Sarah began to buck beneath me. Her hips moved wildly and with abandon and I felt her walls squeeze me.

  “Adam,” she gasped. “Don’t… don’t stop.”

  I couldn’t if I tried. I couldn’t even speak so my lips found her collar bone and sucked hard. As Sarah gasped and pulled harder at my hair, I knew I was about to come, but she had to get there first, I had to give her that, so I lifted my chest away from hers and dropped my mouth to her nipple and sucked and licked it, nipped at it with my teeth and gave it the attention that I knew Sarah wanted it to have.

  “Adam,” she groaned and shuddered beneath me. Her body tensed, her head went back and a cry for God came screaming from her mouth.

  As her heated form continued to pulse around me, I used the power in my thighs to piston my hips faster and harder, until my balls start to throb from within and tighten up. With every stroke the sensation rose, and the anticipation built and as my heart pounded and my body tensed, I let out a loud groan, and exploded into a world of ecstasy.

  We were both breathing hard and a fine sweat had formed on our bodies. I realised I’d never before put that much effort in sex. I’d done what I’d needed to do to get us both off, but with Sarah that hadn’t been enough. I’d needed her to understand how I was ready to change for her, and for her to know that this was different for both of us. It wasn’t cheap, meaningless or unwanted, it was sex between two people who cared, who wanted what the other had to give. It was the sort of sex that marked the start of something.