Page 58 of When love and Hate Collide

Dean looks at me contemplatively for a moment before he nods. “Okay, let’s say I agree, what do I get if you chicken out?”

“What do you want?” Dean smiles roguishly.

Ah shit.

“I want you.” I blanch and again gape at him utterly stunned.He wants me?What the ever-loving shitballs does that mean? Likely noticing the surprised look on my face Dean goes on to clarify. “For the rest of the summer you’ll be my little slut, my fucktoy. I will use you as and when I please and you’ll take everything I give and thank me for it.”

My heart rate slows right down and I gulp.Jeyla, don’t you fucking dare agree to this. What the hell am I getting myself into? It doesn’t matter though, because I will see this through. I will.

“Fine.” I agree with a shrug and Dean holds out his pinkie finger to me.

“Pinkie swear?”

“I will break your finger.” I warn him with malice, and he chuckles, lifting the blanket off my lap he lays it over the both of us. When I give him a quizzical look, he shrugs.

“How am I supposed to watch you, I don’t have x-ray vision. Besides, I don’t trust you, how can I be sure you’re not under there pretending and faking it?”

His lack of trust in me doesn’t surprise me one bit, so I don’t argue and let him have this one. I had no intention of faking anything anyway. I’ve never done anything this risqué before, so my nerves are running haywire. Add to the fact that I’m doing this with my best friend’s brother who I can’t stand and with said best friend sitting a couple of feet away. It’s too late to turn back now, I will not become Dean’s slutty fuck toy. The devil’s spawn shifts in his seat, so he’s got a better angle. Just picture yourself alone in your bed, Jeyla. Exhaling slowly, I slide my fingers into the waistband of my beige Nike tracksuit bottoms.

A soft quivering gasp of surprise emanates from my lips when I discover how wet I really am. “Eyes on me.” Dean demands hoarsely when I close mine.

“Fuck you, Dean,” I whisper, turning my head to look him in the eyes which are glowing with rampant desire. Dean wets his lips and smiles faintly.

“I bet you wish you could, you filthy slut.” He replies in the same manner. “I already know that sweet little cunt is ready and hungry for my cock.” I bite back the moan when I circle my fingers lazily over my clit. Dean’s eyes lower to watch my hand moving between my legs. Mellow waves of pleasure cascades, starting from deep in my groin throughout my body, causing me to tremble while I rock my hips back and forth, creating a pleasant rhythm as I build the pressure. My head goes faint, and I couldn’t contain the soft whimper that escapes me when I slide two fingers inside me and my walls flutter and clench around my fingers.

“Oh… s-shit.” I breathe, biting my lip to keep quiet. I slide my fingers out and thrust them back in, curling them to stimulate my g-spot while my thumb continues to circle my clit, building the pressure and slowly pushing me closer to orgasm. The intent and fiery look in Dean’s eyes while he observes me feeds and heightens my pleasure. We’re locked in each other’s gaze, and in those impassioned moments nothing but the two of us exists. Not the hundred odd passengers, not our siblings asleep less than two feet away.

“Dean,” his name unwittingly flows past my lips in a breathy plea, an impious call of urgent need, one I know he’s aching to respond to. Instead, he closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath.

“Don’t…” he breathes, opening his eyes to look at me again, “…you make me crazy when you say my name like that, JJ. I’m already fighting to tame the unruly beast inside me and if you keep that up, I’ll lose it and drag you on top of me and fuck you right here in front of all these people including our siblings without an ounce of remorse.” Dean expresses gruffly, lowering his gaze to stare avidly at my mouth.

My body tenses and arches as the pressure builds and I’m slowly consumed by that stupefying heat as I reach the apex of my climax.

“I’m coming,” I pant quietly, thrusting my fingers in a couple more times until my vaginal walls tighten around my fingers. My body shudders and I’m biting down on my lip so hard to keep from moaning that I taste blood. Dean presses his forehead to mine, and I hear him growling deep in his throat. Through the blood rushing through my ears and the wild beating of my heart I hear him whispering filthy things to me, calling me his filthy little slut and how desperately he wants to see me down on my knees while he fucks my mouth and watches me choke on his seed.

As the last wave of pleasure ebbs away, my body sinks into the seat, my chest rising and falling to fill my burning lungs. My fingers are completely saturated with my honey when I slide them out of my aching pussy. My stomach twists when Dean takes hold of my wrist and lifts my hand to his mouth and sucks each finger clean with a raucous groan. I brush my fingers across his lips and smirk.

“I would savour every drop if I were you, because that’s the closest you’ll ever get to tasting me again, Reyes.” I tell him with a smirk and Dean’s green eyes flash before he licks his lips and flashes me a dark grin of his own.

“We’ll just see about that.” He murmurs, dragging his nose over mine. “I’ll have you down on your knees sucking my cock by the end of this holiday.”

I laugh softly and ghost my lips over his, “You can keep dreaming.” I draw away and pull the blanket over myself while he watches me in bemusement.

Two hours down, only eight more to go.

What thefuckam I doing?

The more I try warning myself to keep my distance, the harder it’s becoming to resist her. I can’t for the life of me make sense of this situation I’m tangled up in with her. I hate her with a deep passion, but for some bizarre reason I’m also attracted to her sexually. Is it possible to hate someone but still want to fuck them? I don’t understand it. My body craves her like no other, but my mind detests everything about her.

That little stunt she just pulled with me has my cock perilously hard and throbbing. I can’t get the sensational taste of her out of my mouth and the sound of her saying my name is still reverberating in my head.

I stare at the little screen in front of me intently, pretending to watch the movie, but my mind is running amuck. I’m feeling agitated and my cock’s incessant throbbing and straining against the zipper of my jeans isn’t helping matters. I’ve tried everything to lose the erection, but my boy is charged and in need of some serious TLC. Especially now I’ve gone and lost the bet. I can’t get my dick wet for the rest of the summer, which is just fucking peachy.

It's not going to happen, though. I’ll find a loophole.

While the passengers are mostly asleep, should I go and rub one out? It won’t take me long with the image of her still fresh in my mind and the taste of her still lingering on my lips. There’s no way I’ll make it another eight hours like this. It’s fucking torture.

When Jeyla shifts in her seat, she rests her head on my shoulder. Frowning, I glance down and see she’s asleep. Immediately, the sweet notes of her shampoo and fruity scent of her perfume surrounds me and I groan inwardly. Why must she smell so damn good all the time. I glance back and see Ashlyn, Oscar and Jess all fast asleep before I yield to the overwhelming urge and press my nose into her soft hair and inhale long and deep, filling my lungs with her intoxicating scent.

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