Page 2 of Hate Sex
“Would you fuck me already?” she screeches angrily, her cheek pressed against the wall as I push on her arms, making her entire body flush with it.
“Bareback,” I growl to her whimper. Ever since we started bareback, I can’t stand to have anything between her heat and mine. I’m checked regularly, but Kota keeps me satisfied enough that I don’t need or want to look anywhere else. I hope it’s the same for her.
“Fine. Just do it.” Her words come out breathlessly but eager. Hearing those words, I know it’s the same for her, I’ve been the only one. She wouldn’t risk either of us, and it shows she has trust in me. I fucking like that a lot.
With my other hand, I pull up her leg, bending it at the knee. My dick has no trouble seeking the hot heat of her pussy and plunging in all the way to the hilt. She screams out and it gets garbled in her throat. Her pussy squeezes my cock trying to choke the life out of it. I press hard against her body, my hold on her leg getting tighter. I’m sure she’ll have a bruise, but she wouldn’t want it any other way. I know she secretly likes wearing my marks for a few days, even if she doesn’t say the words. I’ve seen her when she wasn’t looking, brushing her hand against her thigh. She may hate me, but her body fucking loves me.
I drive inside of her, thrusting hard and rough. This isn’t making love to someone. No this is pure, raw, hard, rough fucking. This is what Kota and I have, what we see eye to eye on, and it is pretty muchallwe see eye to eye on.
Her cheek moves up the wall as she stands on her tiptoes, trying to control what’s happening. I shove inside her harder, stopping myself when I’m fully seated inside of her.
Kota’s back glistens with sweat, a bead starting to roll down. I lick it off her skin, up her shoulder and around to her ear, nipping it. “I want you to fucking scream. Wake my fucking neighbors. Fuck, wake the whole damn city.”
“Fuck off,” she growls back, and I invade her body hard and deep. My hips strain, moving in quick bursts. Her pussy clamps down on my cock and the tingle forms in my spine, but I’m not ready for this to be over.
I pull completely out of her and rest my now throbbing cock in the crook of her ass, giving him just a second of reprieve. “You stupid piece of mother fucking shit!” she screams, trying to push off the wall, but my weight doesn’t allow it. Instead, she writhes, and I try to hold back my smile.
“You always say just the sweetest things, Kota. Told you to keep your mouth shut. How many times do you think I can bring you to the brink and not let you fall over? Three, four, five? How many?” I will my cock to calm down. I have excellent stamina, but Kota does something to me that I have difficulty controlling. Another tidbit that I keep to myself when it comes to this vixen.
“I didn’t come here to be taunted, Teo! Fuck me now!” Her anger is mixed with lust and wanting. If she was really pissed, I’d know. This is taunting, something that we do best with each other. She isn’t going anywhere until we are done.
“Beg,” I reply, moving my dick back between her folds but not entering her.
“Fuck off! The day I beg for you…” She trails off as I push into her hard and fast.
“I said fucking beg, Kota,” I growl, my hands tightening on her wrists, pushing them harder into her back. She will comply. She always does. Kota fights until she can’t anymore, then bam. I get what I want, in many ways, and she does, too.
“No.” The word is moaned but said through clenched teeth. She is trying hard to hold out.Fuck yes, keep trying, Kota.
“You want me to pull out again? Leave you against the wall unfulfilled?” I taunt. Little does she know that it pains me like no other not to be inside of her. Not to fill her with my seed and hear those sexy as hell noises that escape her lips when she comes all over me. But hell no.
“You’re a dick, you know that?” I chuckle. I’ve been called so much worse by her, that one is laughable. I’m pretty sure she has a complete dictionary dedicated just to me.
“You love my dick.” I thrust up hard, her warmth engulfing me.
“Love it when it’s inside you.” Thrust.
“Love it when it’s filling you deep.” Thrust. “Now fucking beg.” I release her leg, but she keeps it up on her own accord. I reach around her body to her clit and rub it like hell with three fingers. Her pussy contracts, and I slow. “I said fucking beg.”
She whimpers, and I rub hard again and thrust. “Please.” It’s so quiet that I know she didn’t want me to hear it. Didn’t want to give in, but I knew she would. She knew she would, and that is what pisses her off. I also admired it. Her holding out, standing her ground as long as she could. This is why she’s the only one who does it for me.
“That’s my girl.” I pick up the pace while rubbing her nub of nerves hard as I unleash. Her hips buck, meeting my thrusts. Thunder pounds in my ears as the tingling in my spine is too much to take. Kota screams, her pussy constricting down so hard on my cock that the tingling moves to my balls, and I erupt inside of her, grunting out my release. I continue thrusting throughout, but my head swims and my breaths are hard to grasp. I’m floating, inhaling Kota’s scent, sucking it like a dying man needing breath.
Kota’s whimpers pull me out of my stupor, and I release her arms and wrap my hand that was on her clit around her waist to hold her up. She falls back into me as I hold our weight. Our breathing continues to labor, and I pull out of Kota, sit on the floor, and hold her as she slumps into me.
This is the only time she allows us to have this connection. Without a word, I soak in the feel of her. It’s also the only time where we aren’t fighting and slinging insults. This makes it that much more enjoyable.
I rest my face in the crook of her neck as her head falls back to my shoulder. I wrap my other arm around her and hold her tight, knowing that at any moment the mood will be spoiled and shift. I dread that moment, but it also excites me. I realize I’m pretty twisted.
I inhale the scent of vanilla that surprisingly has a splash of strawberries in it along with her lust-infused sweat. Her head moves slightly, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds now. I squeeze her body tight, just needing that one last feel of her.
If I thought that I was remotely good enough for this woman, I’d have claimed her as mine years ago before this whole fucking each other thing started. It wasn’t that I couldn’t give her everything she’d ever want money wise, that wasn’t the problem. The problem is me. The fucked up shit that runs through my head over and over and never stops. She deserves better than that, better than me, and I want that for her.
Kota moves, sitting up and pulling me out of my thoughts. Her long chocolate brown hair falls down her back in the slightest of waves. Her ass moves on my semi-hard dick, and I hold in a groan. I just had her, and I could have her again. Only her. She’s the only one. But it’s better this way. We go on with this hating each other thing, get our fill and go on our way. Sucks, but it is life.
“Mateo?” she croons in her after sex husky voice, giving me the cue it’s over. The moment lost.
“Yeah.”
She moves off me rising to her feet, her heart-shaped ass in my face. She walks over to her clothes, not turning around and beginning to dress.
“Gotta run,” she says in her haste to get dressed. Every scrap of clothing is covering her luscious body, and all I get to see is her back. She never faces me after sex. Never. I’ve tried calling her name, tried turning her to me. Nothing. She refuses to look at me, making me feel like a huge shit in the process. I can’t blame her, though. Some days I have a hard time looking at myself in the mirror; for her it should be no different.
“Later.” Over the months we’ve been together, I’ve given up the cajoling or even the shitty words after sex to get her riled. It hasn’t worked, and I’m pretty sure it never will. Instead, I say nothing.
Kota grabs her bag, slips on her shoes, and leaves without another word. And like a fucking putz, I sit on the floor of my living room staring at the fucking door, naked.
