Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High)

I’m not sure how we wind up in his bedroom. All I know is, as soon as Xavier slams the door, his mouth ravaging mine, the need to wipe that pained expression off his face trumps my insecurities. I can practically hear him gulp when I drop to my knees, blinking up at him.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, watching as I loop my fingers into the waistband of his black sweats and yank everything down at once—underwear included. His hard length pops out between us. He looks… majestic like this.

Tall.

Naked.

Intimidating.

I’m the one gulping now.

I clasp my hand around his shaft, and he sucks in a sharp, rasping breath at my inexperienced touch. I drag my other hand down his toned body, smoothing over every curve, every muscle, until the tip of my index grazes the outline of his scar. A dark shade of pink, the scar stops just a bit above his crotch.

It looks like it was always meant to be there.

Jesus, even his trauma is beautiful.

It pains me to imagine how he got it.

Kills me to imagine little Xavier getting impaled in a boating accident. I’m aware the scenarios I’m drumming up in my head are most likely ten times worse than the real thing, but it doesn’t stop my spiraling. I certainly wouldn’t win the “queen of subtlety” award because he notices and sweeps hair off my forehead.

“Don’t pity me, Vee. I left with a scar that day. Big fucking deal. Finn left without a mother.”

I nod, snapping out of it, and lead his tip between my lips. Xav immediately clamps his eyes shut, gripping my hair as I twirl my tongue around him, my tempo unstable.

Undecisive.

The pressure of my mouth, however, remains constant. I decide to test how far I can go, taking him deeper, and Xavier throws his head back with a noise so carnal my thighs clench together. I feel the head of his cock hit the back of my throat and curl my fist up and down his shaft quickly, letting my hand and tongue join forces.

“Fuuuck, Vee,” he grits out, opening his eyes to stare down my face, but I don’t slow down. Unable to take it any longer, I slide my fingers down my stomach inside my borrowed sweatpants and start rubbing myself in small circles.

His eyes flare at my initiative and I feel him jerk inside my mouth.

“Get up,” he orders in a bone-chilling, gruff voice and pulls out of my mouth. Xav traps my hand into his to help me off the hardwood floor and walks me to the bed without a word.

I’ve barely climbed on the bed before he smacks his palm between my shoulder blades and pushes my body flush with the mattress. He’s yanked my sweatpants and panties down my legs in a heartbeat.

My face squashed against the duvet, I can picture his eyes roaming my body, drinking in every inch of me. I feel so exposed yet so ridiculously turned on I bet he could use my skin as a match striker.

“Spread your legs,” he commands.

Goose bumps erupting all over my body, I obey.

His fingers slide across my crease, and I gasp when he smacks his palms against my ass cheeks and stretches me for a better look. Embarrassment stokes my speeding heart, but the self-conscious voice in my head is drowned out by the sound of angels signing as soon as Xavier’s mouth closes on my clit.

He licks me up and down, eating me so hard and fast I’m almost scared the pressure will leave me numb once this is over. He’s got me moaning into the bedsheet, fisting the blanket in a matter of minutes.

He comes to a screeching halt a minute later, pulling back, and I’m about to complain, but his dick replacing his mouth shuts me up. He rubs my clit restlessly, sliding back and forth against my slit, driving me fucking insane.

“Xav…” I whine, my body a bundle of spasms and fireworks. “Please.”

“What do you want, Vee? Show me.” He teases me, stretching my entrance with his tip and pulling away repeatedly. Drunk on him, I twist my head back, stretch out my arm behind me to grab him…

And steer him inside me.

Bare.

We gasp in unison at the sudden sensation, Xavier’s grasp on my ass cheeks tightening to the point of leaving a mark. By the time I realize I’m operating on crazy, it’s too late.