Page 13 of Sweet Hate
I nod in acknowledgement before walking in and shutting it behind me.
“Sprinks?” I whisper into the dark as my eyes adjust to the dim lighting.
“Here.” Her soft hand circles my forearm and I spin around to face her. She's leaning against the wall in silence. Her rapidbreaths somehow louder in the dark as she bites her lip while staring up at me.
Like she’s waiting.
Is she expecting me to make a move?
Leaning my arm above her, I step in closer, and shit, now her tits are suddenly pressing against my chest, sending my blood rushing south at a dizzying speed.
So much for keeping my cool.
Trying to be a gentleman, I tilt my hips backwards. Especially since I don’t know if I’d be able to explain why my boner is pressed into her or why she’s making me hard in the first place.
She shivers when I duck my head, my lips grazing her ear.
“We don’t have to do anything, Sprinks. You know that, right? I won’t tell.”
I want her to want this. To want me. The ball’s in her court now.
“You double dared me, Axel. I don’t intend to lose.”
She tilts her chin toward me defiantly, a sexy smirk lining her face. Maybe she does want this. Fuck.
Is this really going to happen?
Closing the tiny gap between us, my lips grazing her cheek, and she sucks in a breath. “Sure?”
“Nothing changes, right?” Her hands slide up my chest.
The wild beat of my racing heart hammers against her palm. “Nothing will ever change, Sprinks. You and me—best friends for life. I’ll always have your back no matter what.”
She slams her lips to mine before I can even process what’s happening, but it doesn’t take me long to catch up. On instinct, I lift her up, my hands gripping her perfect round butt, the tips of my fingers grazing the skin below her tiny shorts.
Legs wrapping around my waist, her arms circle my neck, and damn, this feels right. She groans and sinks a hand into my hair, gripping and pulling it tight as I drive my tongue into her mouth, sliding it against hers.
I can’t think. I’m consumed by her.
Guided by this insane need, I press her body into the wall, my cock pinning her in place. There is no way in hell she can miss how hard I am for her now. I need her like I need my next breath.
She breaks away with a gasp, her wide eyes seeking mine.
I cup her face in my hand, my thumb stroking her chin before reaching down to adjust myself. “Sorry.”
“Don’t, Axel.”
She shifts in my arms so that her pussy makes direct contact with every inch of my achingly hard cock. Her heat seeps through the denim, and damn if my cock isn’t channeling a heat seeking missile with the desperate need to be inside her. It only gets worse when she starts to slowly grind on me.
Jesus fuck. Am I dreaming?
She pulls my mouth back down to hers, desperate to kiss me like she can’t get enough.
That makes two of us.
I pull away, kissing down her neck, and growl in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine, “That’s my girl. Use me.”
Her head falls back, and I know I’ll remember the moan she lets slip out until the day I die. I want to hear it every single fucking day. Over and over.
