Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High)

I surprise Xav by spinning us around and kneeling by his side. I unbuckle his belt so fast he can barely keep up.

“Vee…” he whispers when I yank his pants down his lap. He’s only in his briefs now, and I’m quick to remove them to even the score. His length bobs between us, thick and hard, and I try my best not to gawk.

Not my fault he’s much bigger than Logan.

Not nearly as confident as I look, I settle between his legs and grab him at the base, gazing up at him through my eyelashes.

“Jesus Christ, Vee.” He clenches his teeth. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m going to blow.”

I blink at him, stunned.

“But I haven’t even touched you.”

“I know.” He groans in annoyance, and I understand he’s the one embarrassed now. The thought of him being unable to contain himself drives me wild.

I want more control over him.

More of that look on his face.

I set out on a quest to torture him and lean forward until my mouth is inches away from his tip, and his fists roll up into white-knuckled balls. I stick my tongue out to test the waters and wrap my lips around the head of his cock. I haven’t even started sucking when he snaps.

“Nope, I can’t.”

He’s on top of me before I can blink, his hot, straining flesh throbbing between my legs.

“Why did you do that?”

“I can’t come before I feel you.” The desperation in his voice tangles me up in a whirlwind of emotions. I rope him closer to me, needing to feel him as much—if not more—than he does me. I inhale a big gust of air, unable to wrap my mind about what’s about to happen, and rub myself up against him, allowing my body to do the talking.

“Wait,” Xav grits out, like he hates himself for saying it, and grabs his pants next to us. He plucks something out of his pocket.

A condom.

I don’t let it bother me. At least, I try. I would’ve brought up protection myself if he hadn’t. So, he carries condoms everywhere he goes. What else did I expect from the captain of the basketball team?

His mouth finds mine as soon as he’s sheathed himself, and he positions his size at my entrance, twisting my rose-gold hair around his fist. He’s mere seconds away from filling me when it hits me.

We’re about to have sex.

Me.

Xavier.

Sex.

This is a big deal.

We can’t do this unless we’re on the same page.

“Xav…” I yelp, and he plunges his gaze into mine, cupping my face with his hand and running his thumb across my lower lip. “No going back,” I croak through the pit in my throat.

Catching my drift, Xav kisses the breath out of me before murmuring into my mouth. “Never.”

Pretty sure I go blind when he thrusts into me. It’s just for a second, but it heightens all of my senses. He’s big—duh, I knew that just by looking at him, but feeling him stretch me to the limit is enough to cut off my air supply.

I dig my nails into his back, my parted lips and widened eyes making his jaw flex. Pure bliss spreads over his face, and when he inches himself deeper inside me, we gasp in harmony.

Xavier stills himself, burying his face in my neck.