Page 5 of Hate the Game
It’d been easy to write her off, even though her curvy body and thick, dark red hair made my cock ache. I was a big guy and I loved a woman with some meat on her bones. I wanted hips to grip onto while I-
“Fuck.” I stared down at my dick and cursed the day Savannah Lane ever crossed my path. I was hard more often than not those days.
Since I had no desire to show the infuriating woman the tent in my towel I gave up on watching her and went to my room. Ilocked the door and then leaned against it. The same way I had since the first time I saw her I reached down and gripped my cock hard, too hard. The punishing grip never got things under control, though. Nothing helped the ache in my balls, nothing but jacking off to filthy images of the woman who’d just cursed me out.
Dropping my head back against the door, I closed my eyes and replayed the scene in the shower. I’d always pictured her as docile and vacant in my fantasies, imagining the woman who just smiled and giggled as a dud in the sack. It still never killed the need to come on her pretty face. That night, though, the images shifted. I didn’t understand the personality shift I’d just witnessed but the new version of Savannah had my cock leaking before the first stroke.
The way her big green eyes had narrowed and darkened, the way her eyebrows turned sharp, even the way her cheeks turned red with her anger, it was all like fuel being thrown on the already raging fire in my veins. She was anything but docile as she called me an asshole and shook like she wanted to deck me in the face. Her voice had gone huskier, more mature, and it was so fucking hot, even if she’d used it to rip into me.
Even the way she’d threatened to rip my dick off filtered its way into my brain and turned into something sexy. I imagined that same fire demanding that I fuck her, or get on my knees and eat her sweet pussy. I imagined how that fire would burn if I smacked her ass and fucked her rough and dirty. How would she react if I slipped my thumb in her ass and yanked her hair?
I stroked my dick hard, picturing that angry mouth wrapped around it. Getting that version of Savannah on her knees would be a feat, something to be fucking proud of. I wanted that. I wanted her to hate me enough to call me an asshole but want me enough to get on her knees and choke on my cock.
Would she use her teeth to punish me? Would she let me tie her up and leave her tied to my bed so I could come back from class or practice and get rid back to fucking her slick body? How would she react if I covered her in my come?
Chest heaving, I stroked myself faster. I pictured her tits wrapped around my cock, mouth open with her little tongue flicking out to lick me with each stroke. Those eyes would remain on mine, glowing with a mixture of anger and need.
I could hear her husky voice strained with need and even more of that anger she reserved just for me taunting me. “Eat me, soldier boy.”
After seeing her snap there wasn’t a chance of me ever pretending she’d be a dead fish in bed again. It was my only line of defense and it was dead in the water because there wasn’t a chance in hell that Savannah wouldn’t fuck like her life depended on it.
The nagging thought of her fucking someone else like that pricked the back of my brain and filled me with a rage I couldn’t understand or control. I fucked my fist harder, growling louder than I meant to. I couldn’t stop it. The desire to mark her with my come was overpowering. My fucking brain told me to find her and to not stop until she was leaking my come from every single inch of her body.
It sent me over the edge. I shouted as I came harder than I ever had and shot come up my stomach and chest. My knees buckled and I sank to the ground, fist still milking my cock of every last drop.
I waited for the self-disgust to hit like it did every other time but it didn’t come. It seemed like Savannah’s anger had cured me of feeling sick at being attracted to her. My brain was finally on the same page as my body. Savannah Lane was hot. She was fucking brain melting.
I cleaned myself up and climbed into bed with my lungs still struggling to recover from that workout. Staring at the ceiling, I replayed her outburst again and again. Just before I fell asleep, exhausted from doing my best to fuck her through my imagination, I thought of the last thing she’d said and wondered what the fuck the putrid scent of bastard smelled like.
***Savannah***
Ihad to move onto phase two of my plan before I was ready to. After exposing myself to Ryder I had to make sure the other two guys didn’t start suspecting me before I got more of their attention. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to start one on one time with them. It was nerve-wracking enough to pretend to be someone else in a group but on such an individual level, there was even more pressure to keep my act together. I couldn’t simply follow them around anymore, though. It was time.
I was going with Cole first, for obvious reasons. He was a player. He seemed to love the attention of women. I had a feeling he’d let me flirt with him, even if he hated my guts. It was so rare to find Cole alone on campus that when I came out of our dorm and found him leaning against the side of the building, I decided to just go for it. I was supposed to be across campus, slipping inside a lecture hall to sit through a series of famous interviews. What was another few minutes late, though?
Cole smirked when he saw me coming towards him. He really was a beautiful man. He had wild, black curls that were just a little too long and dark, dark brown eyes that always seemed tobe sending a message of promise or threat. That day he was in a band t-shirt that clung to his strong body and a pair of ripped up jeans that had seen better days but made him look stylish and cool. It was infuriating how effortlessly hot he was. I’d wrestled my own curls into submission but only after thirty minutes of battling them.
I had on another sundress with my boots but I knew that particular sundress had a tendency to dance around my thighs as I walked. There was no telling how many times I flashed my underwear on a slightly breezy day but it hugged my figure so well that I couldn’t get rid of it. Cole seemed to like it as I closed the distance between us. His eyes stayed on my thighs until I was closer and then they just moved up to my chest.
He bit his lip and finally met my gaze. “They really do make ‘em different in Texas, don’t they?”
I giggled and playfully swatted his chest. I felt the muscle flex under my touch and focused on not blushing. “I don’t hate the way they make ‘em in California, either.”
His lips tipped up in a smirk and he pushed off the wall to stand closer. His hand moved to my waist and stayed there as he looked me over. “This dress should be illegal, Sav.”
I grinned and twisted away from him so I could spin and show him how it twirled. I knew good and well that I’d flashed him my white lace panties but I was betting on it being a good thing. “It even has pockets!”
He groaned under his breath and tore his eyes away from my ass. “How is your article going? Do you need more time for interviews?”
I twirled my hair and pretended to think about it. “I guess I should interview y’all, huh? I’m so dumb. You’re literally my hero, Cole. Could I interview you first? I’d love some alone time with you. To interview you, I mean.”
He smirked even darker when I giggled like a fool. His hand went back to my waist and his fingers bit into my side as he pulled me closer. “Some alone time, huh? What would we-”
He was interrupted by another woman clearing her throat beside us. I felt like I’d been caught red-handed and tried to step away but Cole just stepped closer and rested his hand low on my back, pressing his luck with one finger dipping lower, on my ass. “Hey, Cass. Have you met Savannah?”
I’d seen the other woman with the guys around campus plenty but I hadn’t met her. I was pretty sure she lived on the same hall as us and was a cheerleader. I smiled at her, genuinely happy at the idea of a female friend. “Hi, Cass. I’m Sav. I’ve seen you around. I love your hair.”
Her upper lip curled slightly as she flashed a fake smile at me. “Thanks. Hey, Cole, are you ready to drive me to my appointment?”
