Page 14 of Sweetest Hate

Squaring his shoulders, he looked me directly in the eye, resolve and a hint of a dare I found impossible to resist glinted in them as he moved forward and shut the door. "You were right...about me. I want…"

My eyes blazed a trail over him. Wide shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, and the outline of his hard cock tented his boardshorts. I smirked. "Me."

He scowled. "You really are an asshole."

I jumped to my feet, crossing the room with quick strides, caging him against the door. "You're horny and don't care, though."

"Well, it would be nice—" A gasp ripped free from his throat as I thrust forward, pinning him in place.

"I don't do nice," I growled. "But I can drain your come down my throat. How does that sound? My tongue. Lips. Sucking and licking. Do you really want me to benice?" I hissed the word. Kellan didn't want nice. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he wanted it dirty and raw—two things I excelled at. It was plain as day with the wild inferno burning in his gaze. He didn't care if I was an asshole. I wanted to fuck him, force him to remember I'd been inside him every time he sat for the next few days. Kellan would never get fucked the way he would if he let me take his ass. But if he wanted a quick blowjob, I'd happily oblige and jerk off to it later.

"Don't go silent on me." My hips shifted as I slipped a hand between us, thumbing his bare nipple, rolling the barbell, dragging another moan from his lips. "Tell me what you want."

He reached up and grabbed my hair, surprising the ever-loving fuck out of me. "I want your mouth."

My nostrils flared as I reached around him and twisted the lock. The snick of the latch made him freeze, likely recognizing how much I liked it rough—both giving and receiving.

He pulled my hair again, and a guttural groan rattled in my chest. "You are playing a dangerous game. Is that all you want? My mouth?"

"Are you going to suck it or not?" Kellan asked as if he was pissed at himself for giving in to the raw heat simmering in the space between our bodies.

Adrenaline pumped in my veins at his demanding tone. "Bossy. I can work with that," I purred and was about to drop to my knees when he gripped my forearms.

"Wait." Kellan's chest heaved in an erratic rhythm as he bit his lip.

My gaze sharpened on his mouth. "If you'd stop biting your fuckable lips, that would help a whole lot."

He puffed out a nervous breath. "It's just...the guys…they don't know I'm…"

He waited for a beat, and then I bit back a smile. "They don't know you're into fucking men you just met, you mean?"

"No, dick." He glared, which only made me want him more. A pissed Kellan was sexy as hell. "They don't know I'm gay. Well, Quinn does. I just...I'm not ready to tell them."

"Why does Quinn know then?" I gripped his smooth jaw and made sure I was staring into his eyes. I wouldn't fuck Kellan if he was fucking my stepbrother.

"He's my best friend." He scowled.

Appeased, I tilted his chin and brought my lips to dust against his. "Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart."

"You don't have a heart," he accused on a moan when I ground against him. These days, I wasn't sure he was wrong.

I flashed a wicked grin. "Good thing I don't need one for this, huh?"

Without warning, my lips crashed down on his. I hadn't planned to kiss his smart mouth, but the urge had been too strong. I wanted to know what he tasted like everywhere. Kellan's lips parted automatically, and the taste of liquor and mint burst on my tongue. The kiss was hard, angry even. The slight stubble on Kellan's face scratched my cheeks, and he returned the kiss, grinding harder against me with complete abandon. I was so fucked.

I abruptly pulled back, and he made a sound of protest that died on his lips when I dropped to my knees.

"You taste even better than I thought you would." My tongue darted, savoring his flavor on my lips. "Now, are you going to let me find out how your cock tastes?" His legs shook under my palms gripping his thighs. "Your call."

His swollen lips parted, and he breathed out the only answer I cared to hear. "Yes. I already said yes. Suck it before I lose my fucking mind."

Oh, fuck yes. Reaching for the band of his shorts, I held his gaze as I lowered them slightly. My eyes dipped to where his tip now peeked above the top of his waistband. At the sight of his bare dick, precome smeared and covering his tip, my balls ached. Leaking. I fucking knew it. My mouth watered, and I gripped the sides of his shorts and yanked them down to the middle of his thighs, leaving his thick cock to bob inches from my lips.

My fingers flexed against his hips as I let my breaths coast along his length, making him squirm because it made my dick hard.

"Please just suck it," he pleaded, his blue eyes wide, gaze frantically searching mine.

Ah, there it was. I knew he'd beg for it. A satisfied rumble echoed from my throat. I wasn't just going to suck his dick. I was going to completely wreck my little mouse.

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