I gnashed my teeth, hating every word that came out of his mouth. But I had to hear them. I had to know.
Sebastian stepped closer, and the second his fingers brushed over my asshole, my knees threatened to cave. Holy fuck. He didn’t wait around, nor was he gentle. He pushed the head of his cock between my ass cheeks, then forced himself all the way in. Pain exploded inside me, knocking the air out of my lungs, but his groan of sheer pleasure caused a reaction no amount of pain could top. He pressed his face to my neck and sank his teeth into my flesh, and all I felt was heat. Liquid heat.
“What was it you said—better him than you?” He nipped at my ear, sharply enough to make me hiss. “Did you mean that? Do you wanna hear how hard I fucked him? How amazing it felt when he gagged around my cock?”
“No,” I choked out. The hurt blinded me—or maybe it was the rage. “Tell me you didn’t, you rat bastard.”
“I didn’t,” he grunted and pulled out. “Halfway through dinner, I knew I wasn’t even gonna be able to pretend.”
Oh God.
Thank you.
The relief washed over me just as he pushed in again, and I took it. I took it gladly. Every punishing thrust, every anger-laden grab. I welcomed it all.
“I told him I wasn’t ready for anything other than friendship,” he said, out of breath. “But I hope I will be, because chasing mistakes with you will be the end of me.” With that said, he grabbed me by my neck, shoved my upper body into the passenger’s side, and I just barely managed to plant my hands on the seat.
He started fucking me harder and harder, making it impossible for me to speak. I’m not a mistake, I wanted to yell at him, but I lacked the confidence to sound believable.
If this was all I got, I was gonna make the most of it.
I squeezed my cock and closed my eyes, pretending everything was only going to get better from here. When I woke up tomorrow, I wouldn’t be his enemy any longer.
Skin-on-skin contact seemed to work the best. He slipped a hand under my shirt and rubbed my back, then around my side to my stomach and chest, and it became everything. Hundred times more intimate than the hatefuck itself. I felt his forehead landing on my spine too.
I stroked my cock faster and focused on his hand, on his fingers brushing over the trail of hair leading from my belly button.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, eyes flashing open. He hit that spot within me, rubbed the head of his cock against it, and sent bolts of euphoria through my body. “Sebastian—”
“I know. I’ll get you there.”
I didn’t doubt him. He knew exactly how to use the fiery pain to strengthen the pleasure. He went all in and touched me perfectly, seduced me, and replaced the cold reality with a warm fantasy.
I moaned as he raked his blunt fingernails along my chest.
“Still too damn beautiful for words.” His voice came out labored and raw, and it pushed me closer to the edge. Especially when he said things like that.
The rhythm seduced me as much as he did. It was both brutal and intoxicating, almost forcing my impending release out of me. It shut down my filters too. I gasped and moaned and fucking begged, and it spurred him on just like it had this summer. He did love it when I begged.
“Only a whore like you would drop your pants in a parking lot,” he grunted. “You don’t even care if someone walks by.”
Those words got me going. I started panting, and I screwed my eyes shut and surrendered to the final stretch. My body tingled, little bursts of need firing from one pleasure point to another and dropping lower and lower.
“You turned me into this,” I moaned.
Seconds later, my orgasm rushed through me. I couldn’t breathe or move. I tensed up all over, and ropes of come rushed out of my cock. It caused me to clamp down around Sebastian, and the reward was instant.
He groaned and scraped his teeth along my back, his body going rigid and his arms squeezing me tightly to him. It made me curse the damn rubber. Why did he even wear it? We’d fucked raw before. Did he think I’d been with others?
I shuddered violently as the aftershocks of the release shook me. Combined with Sebastian’s cock throbbing in my ass, I was given a moment where all was well with the world.
The silence that followed was less wonderful. It was reality knocking on the door, and I wasn’t sure I could go back to before. I didn’t want to fight. I didn’t want any more comments on what a dick I was.