How to Date the Guy You Hate by Julie Kriss Page 0,69
“They test us in the Marines.” His hands slid to my hips, moving me. “Come here.”
We both held our breath as I slid onto him, my body stretching to take him. The friction was delicious, hot and wet and perfect. I took all of him, rolling my hips against him, greedy, and he inhaled a breath as he felt it. He pulled me down to him and kissed me hard, opening my mouth, pressing inside me as I felt his cock. It was pure bliss. I rolled my hips again and started to move.
We moved faster, both of us in sync, our bodies in perfect timing. It was impatient—we were both impatient—but it wasn’t rushed. He was inside me, so perfect inside me, and I rocked on him, harder and then harder again. We stopped talking, except for the words we breathed—yes—more—oh God—like that—against each other’s skin. He propped one elbow beneath him and gripped my ass with the other hand and I rode him, his hips moving with mine, hard and dirty and raw.
And then the pressure broke inside of me and I came hard, squeezing his hips, crying out, my mind nothing but blank pleasure. He thrust up hard into me and came, and I felt everything, the way his body went still, the heat deep inside of me, the pure connection. We were both panting as we came down, and he dropped back on the bed as I leaned forward and lay against his chest, my forehead tucked into the crook of his neck, sweat slicking between us.
“I love you,” I said.
He went still for a second, and then I felt him laugh. “Well, part of me, anyway,” he said.
“Stop it.” I raised my head and looked at him. His dark eyes were wary. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. I love all of you.” I brushed my hand over his jaw and kissed his stubbled cheek. “You don’t have to say it back. That isn’t why I said it. I love you. I just wanted you to know.”
He was quiet, and I got up and walked to the bathroom to clean up. I looked at myself in the mirror: I was flushed, wild. I felt different. It was a strong thing, I realized, to love someone. To be in love without hiding it from yourself.
It was fine that he hadn’t said it back. I’d surprised him. He might say it a week from now, a month from now. I’d wait.
Jason was worth waiting for.
When I came back to bed, I saw that he’d pulled the rest of his clothes off. He was sitting up, naked, his knees up, his arms locked over them. He watched me come toward him, then took my hand and pushed me gently down onto the bed, swinging his big body over mine, kneeling over my hips.
“Okay,” he said. When he loomed over me he was all I could see, and I drank in the sight of him. He bent down and kissed me lightly, then trailed his kisses under my chin, my jaw. “Let’s do this right and get some things straight. You’re my girlfriend.”
I laughed. “Okay.”
He kissed my neck. “Family dinners, the movies, dates, whatever, that whole thing. Got it?”
“Yes,” I said as he trailed down to my breasts.
“I’m not perfect,” he continued, his breath against my skin. “I forget important shit. I’m a guy, and I have a guy’s filthy habits.”
“Like jerking off in the shower,” I said, running my hands through his hair.
“About that,” he said. “I’m going to need a lot of sex from my girlfriend. Like, a lot.”
He lightly kissed my nipple, and I shivered, from both the contact and the words my girlfriend. “Yes,” I said, looking down at the flex of his shoulders as he held himself over me. “Definitely.”
“A lot,” he said again, digging his teeth gently into the skin on the underside of my breast. “All the time. Disgusting stuff.”
That made me laugh, but it came out shaky because the sensation was so sharp. “I don’t think you can be disgusting,” I managed to observe.
He didn’t even pause. “You would be amazed at how disgusting I can be,” he said, moving a hand between my legs and brushing my pussy. I was already ready for him again. “You’re going to find out, though.”
With his hand there, I couldn’t even protest. “I’m all yours,” I said.
“Also part of the agreement,” Jason said. His fingers pressed me a little harder, and I felt a