Page 21 of Hate Me

Sweat was dripping down my back, my balls slapping against his ass, and he had his face buried in the sheets, his fingers digging into them as he tried to stabilize himself against my violent fucking.

“Ah, motherfucker, I’m gonna come,” he cried into the sheets.

I reached around and cupped his cock. It was hot to the touch, basically pulsing in my hand.

My balls drew tight.

I was right there.

And then he spurted into my hand, hot cum spilling all over my palm and fingers.

It set me off and I roared as I slammed deep then held as I came inside him, filling his delicious ass up with my cum.

I slathered his stickiness all over his chest, up to his neck, then over his lips.

As he lapped up everywhere he could reach, I pulled out, watching as my cum dripped out of his ass.

I gathered it on my fingers and stuffed it back inside, loving his groans and him twisting against me from the over-stimulation.

When I was done, he rolled onto his back, slapping a hand to his head and breathing heavily. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

I chuckled then flopped down beside him, the two of us staring up at the ceiling and basking in the afterglow.

“Give me a few moments, then I want you eating my face while I watch you ride my cock.”

“Mmm… hell, yes.”

An aggressive thump sounded on the door, making both of us swing our heads toward it.

Revenant’s voice yelled in the next second, “Jonah, Caleb, lower the volume or take it the fuck outside. My baby girl needs her rest. We all do.”

As his heavy, agitated footsteps sounded down the corridor, Jonah and I grinned at one another. Not likely.

I wasn’t close to being done yet.

And, judging by the way Jonah was eye-fucking me as we laid together, he wasn’t either.

5

~Sebastian~

Building codes.

The bane of my existence.

That was a bit dramatic. They were definitely challenging me, though, and unfortunately they were a necessity and a big part of the industry I wanted to break into, to becoming an architect at long last.

I’d already wasted away so much time and my last relapse being a major one had cost me a couple of semesters, which I’d worked my ass off for two summers to make up for so I could still graduate this year rather than enduring a whole other one when I was ready to get out there. Ready to become what I’d set out to, something and someone I knew my dad would be proud of.

I took copious notes, my fingers darting rapidly across my keyboard as I listened intently to every word Professor Reese Harding had to say, tips and tricks for understanding and retaining so much detailed information that was the building code, as well as him outlining how it would be presented on the upcoming exam in a couple of months.

Even when class started to let out, I was still finishing up noting down the last few things he’d said, so much so that I didn’t even look up until I heard footsteps nearing me.

Startled, I slapped my hand to my chest when I found Harding right there in my row eyeing me studiously.

He was wearing his usual button down—this time a pale-blue that blended with his stylish navy jeans. He had his brown messenger bag slung over his body and a portfolio folder clasped in his hand. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was mine, the name label I’d stuck on it peeking out from beneath his fingers.

“Sorry, I’m holding up the next class, right?” I said, shutting my laptop and hurriedly stowing it into my bag.

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