Love Me, Hate Me: Friends to Lovers Romance

by Hawke Oakley

  He pushed back, whining with need. “More, Aaron, please.”

  “Be patient, babe,” I murmured. I curled his fingertip at the same moment and made him groan, burying his face in the bed. A desperate, raging fire was burning me up just watching him. Watching my boyfriend melt into a mess like this was better than any porn. I was so fucking horny I was seeing stars.

  I plunged my finger deeper into him, then paused before pulling it out.

  “What are you doing?” he whined.

  “Just hang on, baby,” I said, voice husky with arousal. “I’ll give it to you in a second, I promise.”

  “You’d better.”

  I spilled more lube onto my fingers and then eased my way inside him once more. He moaned, grateful for the hot pressure filling him up again. Then I started teasing the second fingertip at his hole.

  “Oh, my, God, fuck,” he groaned.

  “Take it slow, babe.”

  My second finger circled, then plunged inside.

  “Fuck.”

  Riley’s face smeared against the sheets and he was whimpering and begging for more. I pushed both fingers in at once, slowly, making sure he was alright every two seconds. He could barely give a coherent response. Whatever I was doing, he just wanted – needed – more.

  I scissored my fingers inside him and his body tightened, like he was going to scream. I felt the space inside his ass getting wider with my slow, controlled movements. Soon he’d be ready to take my cock. The thought alone almost made me cum on the spot.

  “How are you?” I asked.

  “Good,” he managed to mumble. His voice was low and sexy and fuck. “Keep goin’.”

  I chuckled and did so, pushing in and out while twisting my fingers. He whined, high-pitched and needy. I almost laughed, but I knew exactly what it felt like to be in his position. I could barely think from how good I felt. I almost wished he was the one fingering me right now.

  I kept pouring more lube and stretching him before adding a third finger. He barely noticed this one go in. He was relaxed, breathing heavily, but ready for more.

  “Ready, babe?” I asked. “This next one’s gonna feel tight.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “Go ahead.”

  I withdrew my fingers and pressed the head of my cock against his dripping hole. I lubed myself up and added a little more inside of him. He squirmed at the cool liquid, so I had to hold him still by the hips.

  “I feel you there,” he groaned. “I feel your cock just… waiting.”

  “It is waiting,” I said. “You ready?”

  “Yes, yes, please, fuck, Aaron, just fuck me already – ”

  When the head of my cock pushed into him and past the tight muscle, I thought I was gonna black out. Riley was so fucking tight and hot, clamping down on my dick so hard I thought I would cum right there on the spot.

  “Fuck,” I breathed.

  This time Riley laughed. “You okay back there?”

  I needed a moment. “Will be… in a second… holy shit.”

  “Come on. Fuck me.”

  “God, you’re impatient,” I muttered.

  Still, I didn’t want to keep him waiting. If he was this desperate for my cock, I was gonna give it to him. Slowly, I pushed further inside him, feeling his overwhelmingly hot walls give way to my dick. I hissed an exhale. “How are you, babe?”

  “I’m fine if you are,” he said, sounding just as breathless as I was.

  “Good.”

  I grasped his hips and slipped in deeper. I couldn’t hold back my moan as eventually I was buried up to my balls inside of him. I gasped. “Holy fuck, Riley.”

  “Are you all the way in?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Christ.” He bit his lip and wiggled his hips, making my cock squirm inside him. I moaned. “Cut that out.”

  “Fuck me. Now,” he growled.

  I was shocked at the fiery desperation in his eyes.

  “Yes, sir,” I said.

  I started thrusting back and forth into him for real. I knew he loved it by the way he threw his head back and groaned with every thrust. His nails were gonna tear the sheets apart with the way he was gripping at them.

  “God,” he gasped. “Fuck.”

  Hearing him so horny and desperate turned me on even more. I hissed and sped up my pace, rolling my hips back and pounding into his ass as deep as I could. Riley moaned. He almost sounded like he was going to cry from pleasure.

  With a grunt, I reached over and grabbed his cock, which was hard and desperately lacking attention. He shuddered at the sudden touch, clamping down on my dick.

  “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna cum right now,” I muttered.

  “Not yet,” he mumbled. “Please. Just a little more.”

  I growled and kept pounding into him. Every thrust sent a shower of sparks up my spine. I was starting to feel lightheaded from arousal. Riley moaning underneath me, his cock throbbing in my hand and the overwhelming heat of his body surrounding my dick was too much for me to handle.

  “Riley,” I groaned. “I can’t keep this up much longer.”

  He made an incomprehensible noise, something between a whimper and a moan. He was close, too – I could feel it in the way his cock pulsated in my grip. I pumped his dick in the same rhythm as my thrusts, and soon he was crying out in pleasure. Seeing him on such a high of arousal was the biggest fucking turn-on I’d ever experienced in my life.

  “I’m gonna come, baby,” I muttered.

  “Me too,” he gasped. “Do it. Fill me.”

  Those words sent me over the edge. I almost screamed with how hard my orgasm hit me. I clutched Riley’s hip in one hand and kept pumping his cock with the other – at least, as well as I could with pleasure violently ripped through my body. Riley’s ass was so incredibly tight that it felt like it was sucking every last drop of cum from my cock.

  “Fuck,” I cried.

  He came, then too, his whole body wracked with shivers as he stiffened and came all over my fingers and the sheets. He moaned, loud and long, unlike any sound I’d ever heard come out of his mouth before, like the noise itself was ripped directly out from his soul.

  When we were both cummed-out and completely exhausted, we collapsed next to each other on the bed. The air smelled like sex and summer sweat, and it took us both a good five minutes to get our breath back.

  “Jesus Christ,” Riley muttered. He threw his forearm over his eyes. “God, that was embarrassing.”

  I laughed and removed his arm. “Don’t cover yourself up. I wanna see your face. And it wasn’t embarrassing, it was hot as hell.”

  “You weren’t the one moaning like a porn star,” he grumbled.

  “Babe, you’re way hotter than a porn star,” I said. I took his face in mine and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Trust me.”

  He playfully rolled his eyes. “I guess I have to.”

  I kissed him again and then sighed as we resumed our usual post-sex positions. I curled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me so that all I could smell was his thick musky scent. I buried my nose in his armpit.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, laughing.

  “Smells good,” I muttered. “Smells like you.”

  “Weirdo.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “I just fucked you in the ass but smelling your armpit is what’s weird?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Guess I’m weird, then,” I said, taking another drag of his smell.

  A comfortable silence fell as an affectionate haze came over us. We cuddled for a bit before Riley spoke again.

  “I can’t believe I ever used to hate you,” he murmured.

  “Me neither,” I agreed. “It seems like ages ago, now. Like another fucking millennia.”

  “So fucked up that now we have gay sex regularly,” he said.

  “Definitely.” I paused. “Fucked up that hate turned into love.”

  “Yeah.” He sighed and pressed a small kiss to my forehead. “I don’t tell you that e
nough, by the way.”

  “Hmm?” I looked up at him.

  “That I love you,” he said. “So… I love you, Aaron. A lot. I want you to know that, always.”

  A stupid smile broke out over my face and I had to resist the urge to bury myself in his collarbone. “Shut up. You’re gonna make me cry.”

  “I mean it,” he said. “I really, really love you.”

  There came the tears.

  “I love you, too,” I murmured. “Like, so much. It’s ridiculous how much I love you.”

  “Same here. Way over the top. Too much, even.”

  I laughed and when I was done he kissed me again – deep, passionate, intense – and full of love.

  THE END

  Also by Hawke Oakley

  Laced Fates (Laced Mates Book 1)

  Laced Hearts (Laced Mates Book 2)

  Laced Destinies (Laced Mates Book 3)

  Laced Fates: The Complete Collection

  Mistletoe Madness

  Grizzly Heat

  About the Author

  Hawke is a M/M author who loves exploring the lives of gay men. He writes both contemporary and paranormal romance. In his spare time he enjoys hiking with his dog, hanging out with his boyfriend, and playing video games.

  For more info:

  hawke.oakley

  hawkeoakley@gmail.com