Page 47 of Mostly Loathing You

“Fuck, Hannah,” I gasp, trying to remain composed as I bury my face in her neck, biting her flesh in an attempt to muzzle my noise.

My lack of recent action immediately bites me in the ass as I stand still in an attempt to gain composure. She doesn’t push me, which is a surprise, and about a minute passes before I start to move again, thrusting in and out of her in slow strokes.

This almost makes it worse.

With every thrust, I feel her tighten around me, causing me to nearly see stars. This is quite possibly the best feeling I’ve ever experienced, but I’d be hard-pressed to tell Hannah that.

“Fuck me, Liam.” She says it like a demand, but it comes off like a plea, one which I don’t have it in me not to fulfill.

I pull out, then thrust into her, burying myself deep inside before pulling back and burying myself again and again. With every thrust she gasps, a clear attempt to quell her moans as she holds her own hand over her mouth.

I reach up and yank her hand away as I bury my face in her neck, the hypocrisy of my action not lost on me.

“Liam,” she moans, egging me on as I sink into her at a quickening pace. She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper with every thrust. My thumb dances over her clit, circling to match my thrusts, but she quickly swats my handaway. The bite of her nails against my back only pushes me further into oblivion, the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure sending me into a haze.

I continue to pound into her, my advances becoming more and more frantic with every push inside. She grows louder with every stroke, forcing me to cover her mouth with my hand.

Our pants mix with the billowing winds against the exterior wall and window as I attempt to keep my orgasm at bay. My efforts are futile, though. Within a few moments I tremble and gasp harshly as I surrender, letting out a long, shuddering breath. I gasp against her neck, struggling to catch my breath. By some instinct, I lean over and press my lips to hers, far gentler than I had before. To my surprise, she welcomes it, reaching her hand up to rest against my cheek for a split moment before she yanks it away.

I pull out of her, then toss the condom in the trash can, but I attempt to hide it below beer cans and the pizza box from earlier. Handing Hannah her underwear, I feel the energy shift. She goes from pliable to combative as she yanks them from my hand and jumps to her feet, stepping away from me as I struggle to stifle the desire to ask her to stay in my room.

She’d say no anyway, so there is no use wasting my breath.

I walk over to the opposing counter to grab her glass, filling it with fresh water and ice before handing it to her. She looks alert, like she expects me to throw it at her, or poison it.

“It’s just a glass of water,” I reassure her, but my voice betrays my annoyance.

She yanks it from my hand as she swivels on her heels, walking back toward her room without as much as a thank-you.

And with that, she’s back. It was nice while it lasted.

TWENTY

LIAM

The smell of bacon wafts into the air as I attempt to cling to the last bit of sleep I can get. Despite falling asleep around 5:00 AM, I haven’t allowed myself to let go of the pipe dream that is getting a lick of rest. This is a vacation, so I shouldn’t be forced or coerced out of bed.

Knock, knock.

I groan as I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face in my pillow, hopeful that whoever is knocking will get the hint and leave me be. Instead of a second round of knocks like I expect, the door creaks open, revealing my best friend with two mugs of coffee in hand. I squint up at him over my shoulder, causing him to chuckle.

“Rough night?” Gabe laughs.

Talk about understatement of the year.

“Nah man, just couldn’t sleep.” I reach out and grab the coffee from his outstretched hand, pulling it to my lips.

“The claw marks on your back would beg to differ.”

I nearly choke on my coffee before setting it on the bedsidetable.

“And that,” I say with a laugh.

“Did you end up hooking up with that Melanie girl last night?”

Who the hell is Melanie?

“Yeah, uh. She came back over.”

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