Page 15 of Sweetest Hate

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KELLAN

Pathetic.I was fucking pathetic for giving in to the cocky asshole, but I also didn't care. "Arsen…"

He growled and dove forward, taking my whole length to the back of his throat. My eyes slammed closed, and I bit back a thousand curses.

"Oh, god," I moaned, drawn-out and low as ecstasy rippled through my body.

The warm, wet cavern of his mouth and the tight hold he had on the base of my cock were causing my brain to short circuit. The only thing that existed was him. When I managed to crack my eyelids open, Arsen watched me as he slid up and down my dick, tightening his lips and sucking like a motherfucker. I'd never gotten head this intense. It was everything—his lips were thick, his tongue talented as he added pressure to the underside of my tip on each pass, and his eyes locked on mine. My sac was drawn tight, and I was going to come way too soon. I could already feel the impending orgasm racing down my spine.

Arsen reached down and ripped at his zipper, pulling a thick, long cock from his dark boxer briefs. My gaze fastened on his hand, fisting his hard cock, stroking it, and squeezing. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted it bad. There was no way I'd make it that far without blowing my load, though.

He sucked hard and fast, groaning as he devoured me and fucked his hand. I wasn't going to last. I needed to come so bad it was painful.

He popped off my dick and ran his tongue down my sac, sucking and licking until I was begging for release. I tugged his hair. "I need…"

A groan was the only warning I got before wet heat once again engulfed my cock, with suction so damn good it brought me to the edge. My body shook, and beads of sweat dotted my forehead.

"Oh, fuck!" The shout ripped from my throat, and Arsen's hand whipped over my mouth, silencing me, as I came. My dick shot pulses of endless come, and he greedily swallowed every bit until I was a useless pile of skin and bones. When he released my cock and stood, I slumped against the wall, my legs weak. Arsen stood in front of me, jerking off, and I couldn't look away from his long fingers wrapped around his dick. In my post-orgasmic haze, I didn't realize what he was doing until he groaned and warm ribbons of come coated my stomach. I didn't care. After a blowjob like that, I wouldn't have given a shit if he blew his load on my face.

I tipped my head back against the door as I tried to slow my breaths and racing heart.

A chuckle grabbed my attention, and I lifted my head to find him staring at the mess he made. "My come looks good on you."

And there he was again. The asshole I shouldn't have hooked up with. How easily I'd forgotten with the burning promises that had flickered in his gaze. I scolded myself as he tossed me a knowing look. Frustrated, I straightened from the door. "So fucking vain."

Arsen ignored the comment. "Come here." Arsen manhandled me, gripping my shoulders, as if I couldn't manage it myself, and steered me toward the bathroom connected to his room and flipped on the light. Pulling me in front of him, we stared at our reflection in the mirror. I was a tangle of disheveled hair, puffy lips, and covered in come. "See? Hot. Right?" He ran his finger through the sticky mess, and I shivered at the sight until I squinted, finding several red marks on my neck and cheeks.

"Is that fucking stubble burn?" I closed in on the mirror to examine it, running my fingers over the irritated skin. "Oh shit."

"Calm down. It'll go away." Arsen backed away and pulled a towel from the cabinet, tossing it to me. "You can clean up in here." And then he was gone.

Not happy about the red marks, I closed the door. Staring at my reflection, I cursed. Grabbing the towel, I cleaned up Arsen's drying come, attempted to tame my hair by running my fingers through the wild tangles, and splashed cold water on my face and neck. The marks weren't going away, so with a sigh, I gave up. This is what I deserved for breaking the self-imposed rule I'd only made for myself two days ago about not hooking up with strangers. But Arsen… I had lost any self-control the minute I found myself alone with him. Frustrated, I turned away from my disheveled reflection.

When I came out, I found Arsen lying on his back, fully dressed on the bed with his eyes closed. I'd honestly thought I'd walk into an empty room since he'd left his friends outside. "Are you staying? Now that you know Quinn is here?"

He cracked open his eyes. "In a rush to get rid of me?"

"That's not what I said. I just thought…"

"I think I'll stick around." His gaze lazily scrolled over my body. "Things could get interesting."

The reality of our situation hit me again. This was Arsen's room, and now I was stuck finding somewhere else to sleep. Fucking around was one thing. I wasn't sleeping next to the bastard. "This won't happen again."

He visibly tensed, and a humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he sat up. "Didn't plan on it,Kellan."

I wasn't sure if I believed him but was pretty sure I'd pissed him off since he'd used my name and hadn't looked at me. In our brief time together, I'd already gotten used to having his unflinching stare trained on me. But what did he expect? He was a jerk, and I hadn't been thinking clearly. Guilt slammed in my gut. I'd messed around with my best friend's stepbrother, who he hated. And Quinn...I had feelings for him. I'd been in love with him for years. My brow scrunched. Quinn had never set off a reaction in me like Arsen had, but that didn't mean anything. Did it? Confused, I shook my head slightly. "Doing this with you was a mistake. I need to find another room."

"I didn't say I was kicking you out, but sure, do whatever the fuck you want." He tossed his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

Did he expect me to share a bed with him? I repeated, "I'm not sleeping with you."

Arsen shook his head, grabbed his phone, and strode toward the door, pausing with his hand on the doorknob. "Then yeah, you should find a room, or you can sleep on the floor or the chair. Do whatever you want."

I watched as he left and then spent several seconds steadying my breathing. before I grabbed a change of clothes from my bag and slipped them on. I would need somewhere to shower and sleep, so I headed out to track down my best friend.

Still scolding myself for messing around with Arsen, who wasn't just an ass, I hadn't even known him for more than a few hours—andknownwas stretching it—I stopped cold at the top of the stairs.

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