Page 39 of Sweetest Hate

Arsen picked up the pace, fucking me harder while staring at me in the mirror with hooded eyes. "Next time I have you, it'll be in my bed where I can watch your dick bounce as you ride me. I want to feel this tight ass on top of me."

I could barely process his words, lost in the feel of him moving inside me. "Next time?"

Arsen groaned as he glued his front to my back, fucking me with sharp, short thrusts that kept me rocking back against him as our bodies moved together. "All week. I'm spending the rest of the week buried inside of you."

It was impossible to argue, and wasn't sure I would anyway, with my balls drawn tight and an intense orgasm teasing all of my nerve endings. I wanted to feel the burn for days. Next time or not, I needed to come, which was the only thing on my mind.

"No objections, little mouse?" He slapped when I clenched around him. "Yeah, you want my cock in you all week, don't you?"

He was talking too much. It didn't matter if I liked his filthy mouth. I'd never admit it drove me crazy. "Shut up and fuck me."

Arsen glared but dug his fingers into my hips until I was sure it would leave bruises behind. He drove into me, over and over, his gaze boring a knowing hole into mine. He was close, I could tell by the hard set of his jaw, and his movements became less steady. Watching Arsen battle for control of his own body sent me spiraling over the edge. "I'm going to come. Where—"

He withdrew, spun me around, and sank on his knees, taking my cock in his mouth. He hummed as he bobbed his head on my dick, putting his talented mouth to use. There was no point in holding back the needy sounds falling from my lips. Each suck of his full lips and wicked tongue made me forget my own fucking name like he'd promised. But not his. "Arsen." His name burst from my lips as ropes of come shot into his greedy mouth. He groaned, swallowing every drop, and jerked himself off with borderline violent strokes. He continued sucking on my oversensitive dick as if he couldn't stop. Everything was so much like our first time, but this time I would taste him too. "Stop," I panted, "I want you in my mouth."

Groaning, he popped off my dick. "Then you better fucking hurry because I'm about to come."

I dropped to my knees in front of him, shoving him back until he fell on the floor. "What are you doing?"

His dick was long and thick, curving to one side, tempting me into more than wrapping my lips around his cock. I had all week to get him in my mouth, so I changed direction and crawled over him, straddling his waist. As I watched his eyes fill with understanding and smoldering heat, I reached back and lined his tip back to my hole and sank down, moaning as he filled every part of me. Arsen wanted me to ride his dick, and after leaving me brainless, I was eager to give him what he wanted. Stretched from the way he'd used my body, I easily slid down his length, and he thrust his hips up, fucking me from beneath as I rode him hard. His gaze was glued to my semi-hard dick as it bounced with every jarring meeting of our bodies.

"Fuck yes," he hissed, gripping my hips and pulling me down harder. His head snapped back, tendons in his neck strung tight, and he groaned loudly, not giving a shit who heard him as he came deep inside of me. When he collapsed, we both were heaving for air as we collected ourselves. Once I felt strong enough to stand, I eased off of him and rose to my feet. Suddenly unsure of the whole situation, I looked around for a towel, finding his first, and grabbed it

Without looking at him, I quickly toweled off the remaining water from the shower.

He didn't respond, and I glanced down at him where he lay with his arms crossed under his head. "Are you going to go weird on me now?"

I shrugged. "I told you it meant nothing. Why would the way I act change?"

"No, this is different." He sat up, rose to his feet and removed the condom, tossing it into the trash. Gripping my chin, he forced me to look up. "Do you regret it?"

I didn't, but I also didn't know what to do with that since I'd fully expected to. "No. But…" I wasn't sure how to answer him, and he finally gave up on receiving a response, letting me go.

An odd sensation of loss sank in my stomach as he grabbed some sweatpants from a hanger and slid them up his legs. I grabbed the clothes he'd handed me earlier. We moved in silence, but just before he grabbed the doorknob, he looked back at me over his shoulder. "You better be inmybed tonight."

I knew he didn't like me in Quinn's bed, although I wasn't sure why. He knew we were just friends. But with the promise of another orgasm, I wasn't sure I wouldn't show up, even if his demand pissed me off. So, I just glared. His lips twitched.

Then he walked out without a word, leaving me staring at my reflection. I scowled at myself for caving so easily, even if I didn't regret it. Maybe Arsen was right. We'd be here for the rest of the week. What was so wrong with hooking up with someone you hated if there were no expectations?

Hated. When I thought about it, I wasn't sure how I felt about Arsen anymore. He'd never apologized for what he'd said about me being a snack, but neither had I for repeatedly calling what we'd done a mistake, which seemed to get under his skin. Whatever was happening between us didn't feel like hate anymore. He still pissed me off, but my thoughts and feelings were a jumbled mess I didn't have time to examine at that moment. We'd been locked away in the bathroom for too long. People would have noticed our absence. Or at least one person definitely would have, and I wasn't looking forward to dealing with Quinn.

Running my hand over my face, I stepped out into the hall, following the short corridor into the open room. I immediately tensed when I found Arsen sitting in a recliner in the corner of the room with Piper perched on the armrest. He'd insisted they were just friends, and after the day on the boat I had talked to her, I believed him. That wasn't the problem. The issue had been my immediate knee-jerk response to seeing someone so close to him. What was beginning to bother me was the fact that I cared at all.

I scanned the room, spotting Quinn, who wore an uncharacteristic frown as he ignored the girl on his left in favor of staring at the floor. Briefly closing my eyes, I steeled myself for his anger, though I didn't plan on telling him the truth. I didn't plan on telling anyone what Arsen and I were doing. Maybe it made me a shitty friend, but I was drawn to Arsen, more so than I'd ever been to Quinn. It had me questioning everything, so even if I wanted to tell Quinn about Arsen, I wasn't sure what to say. Crossing the room, I sat on his other side and sank back into the cushion. And then I waited.

Several moments passed before he whispered, "Did you fuck Arsen?"

I glanced over at him just as he turned and met my gaze. "Why would you think that?"

With a quiet laugh, he shook his head. "Never mind. Forget I asked. I guess I know the answer to that already anyway." He jumped to his feet, and I frowned up at him as he walked away.

Shit.Was I supposed to follow him? Lie to him? Come clean? I glanced at Arsen and wasn't surprised to find him watching me. He offered no help—just an intense glint in his eyes, daring me to tell Quinn what we'd done. I blew out a deep breath and pushed off the couch.

Quinn was digging a beer out of the refrigerator. "Don't," he started before I'd spoken a word. "I shouldn't have asked. I don't want to know." He slammed the fridge door closed and popped the beer tab, pausing just before he took a drink. "Don't expect more from him, K. You want to fuck around with him, fine." He blew out a harsh sigh. "Just… Fuck, man. Don't expect more."

"What we have going on isn't serious." I spoke low to avoid being overheard. "It's not like that."

His brows rose as he repeated, "What you have going on?So, this is a thing? As in that wasn't the first time?"

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