Page 61 of The Cruelest Kind of Hate
This was a bad idea, Gage. A terrible idea! But also a really good one.
She’s throwing her hair all over the place, placing my clammy hands on her sweaty tits, dancing with the skill and sensuality of a stripper. My cock is doing everything in its power to refrain from slamming inside her.
Three’s a crowd, dude.
Pleasure sparks like tinder in the bottom of my stomach, makingit hard to concentrate. Cali is still jiggling her butt carelessly, her silhouette backlit by a pulse of strobe lights. She’s touching me in all the right places, notching her crack with my boner, undulating her hips to build a friction so delicious that it stings.
She seems blissfully unaware of what she’s doing to me, and that makes it hurt even more. I’ve never felt anything like this before—this craving to taste every inch of her until I overdose. I want to fuck her. No, Ineedto fuck her.
My fingers grip Cali’s hips harshly, enough to leave raised scratches on the squishable meat there. I lean into her ear breathlessly, my voice dropping an octave from the pain currently shackling me. “Calista.”
“Gage.”
“You’re playing with me.”
Instead of letting me rest peacefully in the bed I’ve made, she moves one of my hands to her ivy-hidden center, arching just slightly against my crotch. “I thought you liked it when I played with you,” she purrs.
Shit, shit, shit! Keep it together, man!
The only reason I’m okay with what’s happening right now is because the dance floor is pretty congested, and it’s way too noisy for anyone to overhear our conversation.
My chest bloats with a low, animalistic growl, and my desire metamorphosizes into a bloodlust that’s far from human. “Baby, I fucking love it when you play with me. But if you keep moving like that, you’re going to be the first girl I bend over in the middle of a party. Is that what you want?”
I keep my hand over her pussy, feeling the heat seep into my palm. My other hand is on a mission to fondle her overspilling boob, and if I wasn’t already fighting off a full-body fever, the warmth of pre-cum wetting the material of my costume makes my life that much harder.
I’m not going to last the rest of the night if she keeps teasing me like this.
“You want to fuck my pretty pussy, Gage?” she taunts quietly, inching my hand just a little farther south, where my fingers catch on the hood of her clit. I’m so close I can practically feel the wetness secreting from her swollen lips.
A nasally whine hisses out through my nostrils, and my dick’s in so much pain that it hurts to move, let alone imagine the tireless trek upstairs while I clench to prevent from coming everywhere. “Want it so bad, Spitfire. Want to impale you on my giant cock and milk that sweet cunt until there’s nothing left in you.”
She continues to gyrate against me effortlessly, and I have to pretend like I’m not desperately sucking in air just to keep up with her. Her hand then intertwines with mine, and she extends her arm up, letting me spin her around—and also letting the cramped bodies nearby get a look at my glaringly obvious boner.
And when she stops right in front of me, she licks her lips. “Then fucking do it.”
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FORGIVE ME, FATHER, FOR I HAVE SINNED
GAGE
The minute those words left Cali’s mouth, I had her upstairs and in my bedroom in record time. Thank you, hip, for not giving out during such a monumental moment.
“Gage, I know you’re drunk,” she says, keeping me at arm’s length like I’m some rabid dog trying to hump her leg.
I kind of am, but still. If she thinks I won’t chew through my leash to get to her, then she’s dead wrong.
“Are you sure this is what you really want?”
“Cali, that little dance number you pulled out there was like a bucket of ice water on my head. Whatever buzz I had going is long gone,” I assure her, ignoring the distance between us and stepping into her so she’s forced to confront me.
Her long lashes tap the ruby apples of her cheeks. “I just don’t want you to make a mistake.”
I thumb her chin, getting her to look up at me. “That word doesn’t fucking exist when it comes to you. You know that, right? In no universe could you ever be a mistake.”
My hands survey her body, getting the feel of where she’s themost responsive, lingering on the places that make my dick jerk in my costume. “You know there’s no going back after this, right?”
A canyon of silence stretches between us before she utters, “I know.”
