Page 6 of Hate Sex
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“Come in,” Kota’s sweet voice with a bit of pissed off attitude says through the door. Striding through the door, her beautiful smile falls when she spots me.
“Aww, don’t be so excited to see me,” I jab.
“Sit down and let’s get this over with…again.” She looks hot as hell behind the desk, papers littered all around her. Sweet secretary thoughts come in my head. I reach around and lock the door then walk to the blinds, closing them.
“What are you doing?” She rises from her chair, coming at me like a bull. She grabs the cord of the blind, beginning to open it. I halt her and push her back to her desk, her ass resting on the edge of it. Her pupils dilate and her sexy lips part.
I press my body to hers. “You haven’t come over in the past four days.”
She clears her throat. “Wow, you can count, congratulations.”
I place my hands on either side of her ass, blocking her in as she tries to move away from me. “I can. It’s also the number of times I haven’t gotten laid.”
“Oh, did you break up with your hand again?” Smartass. “I’m sure that Sarah, Hannah or some other name with an ‘ah’ or ‘ie’ on the end helped you out just fine.” Her words piss me off. I haven’t fucked a soul, but I have no one to blame for her assumption but me. Before hooking up with Kota, my track record of women in and out of my bed was pretty steady. I never flaunted it and they never stuck around too long.
“May be hard to believe, but you are the only one in my bed. You, Kota.”
She full out laughs to the point of throwing her head back. Damn, she’s beautiful. “You expect me to believe that.” She shakes her head. “I was stupid to agree to bareback with you. I went and got tested the other day and I’m clean. Thank god.”
“Maybe I need to show you all this pent up energy I have coursing through my veins. Maybe I need to throw you up on that desk and show you exactly who I’ve been fucking this past year.” I can’t hide the slight anger that penetrates the words.
“Not here.” Her breathless words tell me she wants to, but doesn’t. Isn’t life a bitch.
“Yes. Right. Fucking. Here.” I shut up her protests by kissing those smartass lips of hers. It takes only seconds for her to sink into the kiss, her fingers coming in my hair and pulling as we move. She spreads her legs as far as that skirt will let her, but it’s not enough.
Reluctantly, I flip her over so her stomach is resting on the desk and her ass is in the air. “Teo,” she says in fake protest. She wants this just as much as I do. I lift up her skirt, revealing the smallest sliver of hot pink fabric that matches her damn shoes. I smack her right cheek, watching the movement of her skin.
“Did you just spank me?” she asks, surprised.
“Keep it up, there’s more. Four fucking days, Kota. No. No more. Hands to the desk out in front of you.” Slowly she creeps her hands up, every inch only making me want her that much more. “This is gonna be quick.”
“Thought you said you had all thatpent up energy,” she mocks and I push between her shoulder blades.
“I fucking do. I also need to come and we’re at work.” I pull her thong to the side and swipe my finger over her dripping flesh. “Ready for me?” She moans as I graze her clit, giving it a few swipes for attention. The little bead puckers.
Pulling down my gym shorts enough to get my dick out I dive into her hard, my balls smacking against her ass. Her groan is pretty fucking loud and if anyone is standing outside the door, I’m sure they heard that shit. I prop her knee up onto the desk giving me better access and I move fast. The tingle in my spine only increases with each one of her sexy noises as my balls tighten. Fuck, this is going to be faster than when I was a teenager.
I rapidly move my hand back and forth on her clit, needing her to come. Now. “You there?” I ask just as her pussy clamps down. She moves her arm down and her flesh muffles the sounds. I thrust through my orgasm, loving how her pussy squeezes me so damn perfectly.
As we float down, our bodies sag into one another. Our time in this position is short lived as always.
“Get off me,” Kota clips, pissed as hell.
I pull out, slapping her ass as I do. A small amount of my cum falls from her body. It probably makes me an asshole, but I like the fact that she’ll have my cum inside of her all day when she moves around the gym. I may need to do this more often. I pull up my shorts and pull down Kota’s skirt.
“Get out,” she snarks, lifting to her hands but is focused on the desk.
“Look at me,” I say grabbing her hips, about ready to turn her.
“I mean it, Teo. Leave. Right Now.” Something in her voice tells me that she’s not playing around. She’s not playing the love/hate card. This is real and I need to listen.
“You gonna be alright?” I hate to leave her like this. Her shoulders slumped and her face hidden.
“I’m fine. Get out!” This time she screams, but it comes out almost like a cry of pain.
“I’m not leaving you. Did I hurt you?” We’ve fucked many times and I’ve never, but what if I did? That wasn’t my intention.
“No. I said I’m fine. Now get out right now. I mean it, Teo.”
“If I didn’t hurt you, then turn around.” I motion her hips, but she fights against my touch.
“I said get out. For once in your damn life, listen to me!” her scream comes out seriously forceful and I do as she says, slipping out of the door. I’m an asshole. I shouldn’t have left her in there. Obviously, something is going on in that damn head of hers. Four days she stayed away from me. She wants me because her body doesn’t lie. What else could it be? Did she find someone in that short amount of time? Surely if she did, she would have put up more of a fight with me or blurted those words out or something. Scenarios rush through my head, but nothing seems right.
What I know is it’s something that she doesn’t want to share. Fuck me.
