by Liv Reid
When she shifts into position, my hard member rubs against her wet pussy, and it’s so warm it feels like it’s burning me. I hiss sharply and bury my face in her waterlily-scented hair to collect myself. She does this to me every time. She scrambles my brain and makes it impossible to think rationally when she’s pressed up against me. My whole world focuses down until it’s just her.
I pull back and shake my head. I need to keep it together if I don’t want to spill into her hot depths in a couple of thrusts. I want to fuck her good and long. I want to be inside her for as long as possible, so I can’t think too much about how fucking hot she is. I can’t think about how much I love her. I can’t think about how I love her more than I’ve ever loved—or will love—anyone. If I start thinking about that, then it’ll be all over very quickly.
I reach between us and position myself at her entrance. I can feel her breathing quicken, and I love how much this affects her too. I feel her nails digging into my thighs as she anticipates what’s about to come—Don’t think about it or it’ll push you over the edge, I tell myself.
I slowly start pushing inside her and have to grit my teeth to keep from crying out because it feels. So. Fucking. Good.
Her body grabs on to me like a velvet glove. We fit together so perfectly it’s like we are meant to be.
We’re in a secluded part of campus and it’s late evening, so there’s nobody around. Even if someone did walk by, we’re in the dark because I turned off the lights, so they would have a hard time seeing us unless they really wanted to. But even knowing all this, I push inside her slowly so we aren’t drawing attention to ourselves—I’m doing this more for her benefit than my own. I don’t really care who sees.
It feels incredible being inside her without anything between us. Very quickly after that whole almost-losing-my-legs-at-the-warehouse thing, we both got tested together to make sure we were clean. Sadie then insisted on going on the pill, and I was so fucking happy I was practically giddy at the thought of fucking her without a condom—and just knowing she wanted me that badly too was the hottest part about it.
A groan escapes my lips as I slide the last bit of the way inside her. To stop myself from making any more noise, I lean forward and occupy my mouth by kissing her neck. It’s her turn to let out a moan, and it sounds about as loud as a car horn.
She clamps her lips closed and then mumbles, “Ugh, the whole campus probably knows we are having sex now.”
I laugh against her back, and the rumbling vibrations make her shiver.
“Probably,” I growl against her neck. “You’re such a naughty girl, everyone can hear you. Better try to be quiet though, because I’m about to fuck you good and proper right now, and I don’t really care who knows.”
She gasps at my words and then gasps again as I slowly pull out of her. I grip her hips and maneuver her up and down on top of me. Our rhythm is slow—achingly slow—the most exquisite form of torture. The air is cool, but the heat between us is keeping us warm.
I rock us back and forth for a bit, just letting us enjoy the feeling of our bodies joined together. I can’t see her face, but I know her eyes are closed and her pouty lips are parted. I love those lips—especially when they are wrapped around my cock.
I want to see her pretty face, so I let go of her hip with one hand and reach up to run my fingers through her burgundy tresses. I weave them into the hair right by her scalp, and when I have a firm grip, I give a swift pull. She gasps, but I know it’s not out of pain. She likes when I control her like this.
I twist her head so she’s looking back at me. She looks at me with large green eyes full of longing and desire—it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but I know she’ll top it tomorrow. She just keeps getting better and better.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I growl and then kiss her hard on her pouty lips.
She kisses me back and then lets out a strangled cry of pleasure as I start to move her hips again with my other hand. It’s a bit of an awkward angle, but both of us are too turned on to care. I slide her up and down my length, mimicking my tongue sliding in to claim her mouth.
She can’t take the intensity any longer and breaks away from the kiss. I grab both of her hips again and grind her hard on my cock. She bites her lower lip so hard to keep from moaning that I’m sure she’s bleeding.
I slide her up and then slam her back down again, driving all the way home. I think she’s going to cry out, but then one little word whispered from her lips breaks my control.
“Yes.”
“Fucking hell,” I grunt and then I can’t hold myself back any longer.
I start plowing into her with everything I’ve got, my self-control completely shattered. Her eyes slam shut, and she turns all the way away from me so she can hold on to my thighs for dear life as I piston in and out of her.
She can’t do much at this angle except let me have my filthy way with her. And I have to control her because in this position she could snap my dick in half if we aren’t careful, and I know my girl and when she gets going, she’s lost to anything except the pleasure building up inside her core. She can’t be careful when I’m fucking her, and I love it.
We’ve completely forgotten about the fact we are in public and someone could walk by. I’m just full out fucking her right in the middle of campus. This happens anytime we’re together. The whole world just disappears, and it’s only her and me.
It’s not long before her tight channel clamps down hard on my cock and sends me flying over the edge. I throw my head back in a silent howl, and my eyes practically cross as I empty my balls inside her burning center. It feels like I leave my body and pour myself into hers. I’ve never felt anything like this before with another girl.
“Take it all,” I say through gritted teeth as I pound into her.
“Every last drop?” she asks in a breathy whisper.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. She’s so damn hot.
Her pussy wrings every last drop of cum out of me until I’m completely spent and panting. I practically collapse back on the wooden floor of the gazebo, breathing hard to catch my breath. My mind is completely blank, and I barely realize where I am. She does this to me every time. The sex is so good all I can think about is her, and there’s no room left in my brain for anything else.
After a couple of seconds, I come back to myself and can form coherent thoughts again. I realize she’s pawing at my thighs like a cat in heat. She didn’t come yet, but that’s okay because I like to keep her on the edge and waiting. I like to keep her turned on until she’s so desperate she rips my clothes off. I’m going to take her home and show her why she’s my girl.
I sit back up, and she moans as I shift inside her. I tilt her chin back so I can kiss her soft lips. Her hips start moving like they’ve got a mind of their own. She wants me to fuck her again, right here in the open. She’s too turned on to care how public this is anymore. I can’t help but smirk.
I feel myself starting to get worked up again. She turns me on so much it’s like I’ve basically lost my refractory period. I groan against her mouth as her hips do wicked things to me, but I grab them and hold them still. I don’t want to start another round until we are back in my bed and I can look into her eyes as I fuck her. I want to see her gorgeous, naked body spread out beneath me.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter against her lips. “What are you doing to me?”
“Little old me?” she asks as she pulls back and bites her lip in fake innocence.
I growl and claim her mouth again possessively.
“I’m taking you home. You’re mine, Sadie.”
“Always,” she says matter-of-factly, and it melts my heart.
“Come on.”
I shift and help her slide off me. The second my cock springs free, I instantly wish I was inside her again. I could spend the rest of my life between her thighs—and I actually do intend to spend a good deal of my life there.
I quickly tuck myself back in my pants
and zip up my fly, then I help her get dressed. Once the both of us are covered, I throw off the blanket and stand up. I reach out my hand and help her to her feet.
“Come on,” I say again and pull her down the steps of the gazebo.
She laughs at how much I’m hurrying, but I need to get her back to my room ASAP. I can’t wait to have her coming around my fingers and on my mouth. Just thinking about it makes me quicken my pace, and she practically has to jog to keep up.
The two of us speed through campus together, hand in hand. And that’s how it’s always going to be—us against the world. Our journey is only just beginning. The quarterback and the former school loser, together forever. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Also by Liv Reid
Can’t get enough enemies-to-lovers?
Hateful Lies
Those angry, hateful eyes haunt me. Not the ones of the man I accused of murder, but the eyes of his son.
I see them in the dark every time I close mine.
Trailer trash. “Poor Girl”, that’s what they used to call me. Now, I’m less than that. I’m nothing.
My life fell apart the day I watched my dad die. Four years later, I’m getting the chance to put it back together.
Crowned College. A world of privilege and ruthless money. I don’t belong, and one person will make sure I know it.
Quiet. Dark. Deadly. Insanely gorgeous. Logan. The one whose eyes haunt my nightmares.
I need to stay as far away from him as possible if I want to get out of here alive.
Logan
What she doesn’t know is I was there too. I saw how her dad died. I know she lied.
That’s right, Violet, your nightmare is here. Welcome to my world.
I will make you regret the day you were born, you little liar.
Hateful Lies is a dark enemies-to-lovers college romance. This is a standalone story with a HEA. It contains scenes that may be offensive or triggering for some readers.
About the Author
Liv Reid loves reading, writing, coffee and pretending she didn’t write this herself ;)
Obsessed with all things strange and twisted—oh, and trashy reality TV.
Believes there will always be a happy ending, even if the road to get there was dark as hell. She’s an optimist like that.
Lives in Canada where it’s cold eight months out of the year. This gives her plenty of time locked inside the house, escaping to the depths of her mind and bringing whatever she finds there to life.
Drinks an insane amount of coffee, and sometimes a whiskey or two.
Loves nothing more than when someone enjoys her work and wants to come along for the ride.
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