Page 72 of Sweet Hate
“Me neither.”
A huge yawn takes me by surprise, feeling so deliciously sated it’s like I could sleep for a week.
“I’ll let you get some sleep, baby. Thank you for an unforgettable night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
An unforgettable night.He’s said those words to me before.
Suddenly, everything hits me at once.
Axel heard me scream his name again.
I’ve seen hiscum-covered body tonight.
And the last time this happened, it all blew up spectacularly in our faces.
24
HAVEN
The summer we lost our virginity…
“What’s the difference between sautéing and simmering?” Axel crooks a brow, looking over the flash card at me expectantly.
“Urghhhh, I don’t remember. I’m never gonna get this. We’ve been at it for weeks.” I huff out a frustrated sigh. I know its just nerves. The closer I get to leaving Sweet Haven, the worse they seem to be. My dad is gonna think I’m useless at this rate.
I gnaw at my pen, my eyes meeting Axel’s warm gaze.
“Ok…time for a break, Sprinks,” Axel swipes the pen from my mouth and rolls away on his bed.
“Hey, you bugger I wasn’t done!”
He laughs at my mock outrage. “You work too hard Sprinks. We’re finally done with school—we’re basically adults now. We can do what we want.”
Looking over at me with a cheeky grin on his face, he balances my pen between his nose and lips.
“If youwant your pen back you gotta come and get it.”
“You’re ridiculous, you know that. You’re supposed to be helping me study remember?” My death glare earns another laugh from him.
“You don’t leave for like two months. Chill, you’ve got loads of time. We got this.” Taunting me, he wiggles my pen with his lips.
Laughing, I launch myself on top of him, straddle his lap, and wrestle his arms away to try and get it back. We play for a few minutes before he flips me onto my back, both of us laughing hard.
Axel’s hand brushes my hair off my face while we catch our breath, and it’s only then that I notice just how close we’ve actually gotten. His body sinks into mine as he lies between my splayed thighs.
Our eyes catch and hold, and I can’t help but gasp when his cock hardens as it’s presses into me.
“Shit, sorry.”
He scrambles backwards and sits up, tossing my pen back at me. His face flushes, so he picks up my flashcards, avoiding my gaze.
It’s been a week since our Graduation party, and the seven minutes in heaven dare, but we’ve not brought it up. We went straight back to normal, like nothing ever happened.
Do things feel different for him?
I know it doesn’t feel normal to me. I can’t stop thinking about what happened. How he spoke to me in the dark. How his fingers felt when he pushed them inside me.
I’ve played with myself every night since, but it’s not the same. Something big was going to happen—an orgasm, I know it. I’ve not had one before, but I’ve kept trying, and failing to get myself there since that night.
