Page 37 of To Hate You

I felt fingers weave through my hair, pulling out a pin. I opened my eyes, finding Noah towering over me, naked, his hair disheveled and hanging low over his eyes.

“I like your hair down.” His fingers continued to search for more pins; our eyes focused on one another—the air around us becoming tangible, palpable, thick with something primal.

One by one, he removed the pins, and my body shuddered every time he dropped one on the floor, all my senses hyperaware of the sexual tension rippling off him.

My hair fell loose, and he gathered it in his palm, winding it around his fist.

“Noah, what are you—”

Abruptly he tightened his grip in my hair and forced me upright. “On your knees.”

I obeyed, and excitement filled my veins; electricity crackling around us. The water splashed as he guided me on my knees, soapsuds sliding down my body.

“Lean forward with your elbows on the edge of the tub.”

My body shivered with anticipation. I had no idea what his plan was, but I already knew it fucking thrilled me.

Noah stepped up, his knees pressing against the rim and his cock bobbing close to my face. It was impossibly hard, the veins thick, and girth swelled with the promise of pleasure. There was a drop of precum on the tip, and I licked my lips, my pussy throbbing, and my body coiled tight with anticipation.

“It’s fucking insane how easily you turn me on.”

“Sienna?”

“Yeah?”

He jerked my head to the side, and I gasped. “Shut the fuck up.”

I pressed my lips together, and without saying another word, he slowly forced my head forward—closer…closer, until the head of his cock touched my top lip. I whimpered, my mouth forming the perfect O, and I closed my eyes, thinking he’d slip inside my mouth—anticipating a taste of him on my tongue. Only, he didn’t. Instead, he dragged it along my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth with the tip, tempting me and making me starve for him.

I glanced up at him, keeping my lips parted. Framed with dark lashes, his blue irises flared with bright heat, his eyes dark with the kind of dominance I craved. “Keep your elbows on the tub, and open that filthy mouth of yours real fucking wide.”

I shifted on my knees to come closer, never taking my eyes off his as he pushed his dick past my lips.

“Suck. Do not stop until I come, and I won’t come until you swallow my cock.” With his hand around his shaft, he guided his cock inside my mouth, and I rolled my tongue along his length, earning me a hiss and growl from his lips.

I wanted to move so I could suck and taste him more, but his fingers tightened in my hair. “Don’t move,” he demanded. “You just keep that pretty head of yours still.”

He pulled back, slowly dragging his cock out of my mouth until it popped free from my lips. It was fucking agony not having the control, and I wanted to moan out loud, but he plunged his dick back into my mouth before I had a chance; going so damn deep it hit the back of my throat, my eyes tearing up and spit pooling at the corners of my lips.

“You have no idea how many fucking times I jerked off to this image right here.” He leaned his head to the side, studying me. “You on your knees, and your mouth stuffed with my cock.”

I moaned, hollowing my cheeks and opening my throat so I could take all of him without gagging.

“I would shoot my cum on the shower wall, imagining it was your face. Your lips, your cheeks.”

My tongue lapped around his length and flicked against the tip, feeling each line, each vein along every inch of his cock. He tasted so fucking good, and I sucked him hard and deep, moaning with pleasure and desire as he filled my mouth.

I could smell the scent of his skin, masculine and manly, lust bursting from his pores. His breathing became labored, his one hand in my hair keeping my head still, and the other around the base of his cock as he thrust his hips, creating his own rhythm as he fucked my mouth. I had no control, ordered to stay in the position he had forced me in—and I loved it. My body was ignited with submission while he was regal with dominance, taking what he wanted from me—a selfish act that fueled my own desire.

As he moved faster at a pace that suited him, all I could do was get high on his fucking taste. Spit coated his cock and dripped from my mouth, his hand heavy and strong behind my head, clutching my curls tighter and tighter every time he hit the back of my throat.

My pussy ached to be touched, to be filled, but all I could do was try and clench my thighs, needing the pressure. His pace made it challenging to keep still, my knees burning against the bottom of the porcelain tub. The more I whimpered, the faster and deeper he went, eventually forcing my head to match his rhythm.

It was too much, and I could no longer keep still, the water splashing around me and over the rim of the tub onto the floor. I could barely fucking breathe as he pressed my face flush against his body, pushing deep. But I didn’t want him to stop not giving a fuck if he suffocated me. All I cared about was him and his pleasure, needing him to come.

“You ready to swallow every drop of my cum, baby girl?”

I nodded and glanced up just in time to watch his eyes darken; a low thrum of moans tore from his throat, his body shuddering as he came. I swallowed as he spurted his cum down my throat, but it was too much and came too fast, spilling down the sides of my mouth.

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