Hate to Love You - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Tristan
She immediately gave in to the kiss, moaning as her soft lips parted to accept my tongue in deep, demanding swipes. I probably would have been better off starting with small, close-mouthed kisses — my intent to seduce and rile her up until she was begging me to fuck her. But that plan immediately fell to shit, my control crumbling the moment I got my first taste of her.
She tasted like pure fucking heaven.
Groaning as my cock throbbed inside my pants, my hand lifted to tangle in her hair, tugging her head back roughly — and allowing me to deepen the kiss in my almost feral madness to consume her whole. Her tongue danced with mine, roughly sucking and stroking — giving as good as she got. And it only made me want her more.
My fingers tightened in her hair and she gave a raspy moan in response.
Her hands at my ribs fisted my shirt, nails digging into me through the fabric, leaving hot pricks of pain that only had me dying to fuck her more. I drank from her like she was the elixir of life, swallowing her pleasure greedily. And fuck, she tasted so dangerously addicting.
She'd feel like my future if I wasn't careful.
I paused against her mouth, struck by the unexpected thought. But now wasn't the time for those kinds of thoughts, so I shoved them aside and resumed my efforts.
Needing to touch more of her, my hand left her thigh and glided up, over her hips, pulling her loose top up with it and baring her pale skin to the air. My fingers traced the contours of her soft stomach, palm pressing firmly against her belly and inching up slowly as my mouth probed and fucked hers in deep, demanding thrusts.
I swallowed her moan as the tips of my fingers grazed her bra, rubbing and teasing the undersides of her breasts through the stretchy fabric. Hand over her ribs, my fingertips slipped under the material, brushing against warm, supple flesh.
Hannah tensed in my arms, mouth slowing its dance as she debated my touch. I stopped advancing immediately, not wanting to push or make her uncomfortable. I constantly had to remind myself to take things slow, to ignore my body, and to listen to what hers was telling me instead. And right now, I could feel her hesitation.
Pulling my hand away, I settled for wrapping it around her waist, and pulling her closer to me as I moved on to just kissing her and getting her back into a relaxed state.
I broke our kiss after a few minutes, moving from her lips to her jaw as I peppered slow, lingering kisses against her smooth skin. She moaned, eyes fluttering closed as I nipped and sucked at her jaw and then down her long neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and collarbone to more of my advances. Mouth watering, my lips pressed against the rapid pulse in her throat, and I bit down. Not hard, but enough to elicit a small bite of pain. It was more of a test to see what she liked and what she didn't.
She shivered, hands reaching up to bury themselves in my hair and tug me closer. It was my turn to groan, shifting my body as the throbbing hard-on between my legs demanded attention.
Not now, buddy. This isn't about you.
I moved from her throat to her collarbone, my tongue finding the dips and curves there. Her fingers clutched at my hair, occasionally tugging and clenching around the locks. Call me a masochist because that shit made me weak.
Her hard little nipples dug into my chest, distracting me from my current endeavors. Because it seemed like she was fine with over-the-clothes action, I bent down and took one of the nipples poking through the material of her shirt and bra between my teeth. She instantly arched off the bed, pushing her tits into me in a silent bid for more, and I grinned. What was the bet that she was getting soaked for me? I was dying to reach into her pants and find out, but again, I forced myself to take things slow.
I alternated between sucking and grazing her nipple with my teeth, teasing it through the material. I moved to the other nipple, frustrated by the clothes hindering me, but working with what I had. Whimpering, Hannah rolled her hips against me, thighs tightening around my waist to give herself a better grip. She gasped, squeezing her eyes closed as she pressed herself against me, over and over again. I thought about taking over and grinding into her, but I wanted more than dry humping this time.
She was now moaning and fisting my hair, sometimes pushing me away, but always pulling me back. She was definitely ready for more.
Releasing her nipple, I looked up at her parted lips and hooded eyes, her chest heaving as she blinked away the effects of our kisses. She looked like a dream, hair splayed around her in a golden halo, lips swollen and glistening because of me — that made it so hard not just to flip her onto her stomach and fuck her like some depraved beast. But while I had a whole range of things I wanted to do to her, I needed it to be good for her. I needed her to see how good we could be.
I couldn't be the only one who felt like we were inevitable. Attraction like this didn't just go away. It demanded to be dealt in the good old-fashioned way — sweaty, knee-knocking sex until it eventually left both our systems.
And I understood that she had her reservations, but I wasn't her ex. I would never treat her the way he did.
"Why did you stop?" she grumbled, brows furrowing as hands immediately began clutching at my sides to bring me back to her. I smirked at her angry growl when I refused to give in.
Unable to pull away from her completely, I pressed my forehead against hers as we breathed in one another, still panting from the effort of catching our breaths. Even now, I wanted to go back in for more, because fuck breathing. Who needed it?
Hannah's face was flushed a sexy red and her lips were a dark ripe pink. Her blue eyes had darkened with lust, pupils almost fully dilated as she stared up at me.
She was so fucking beautiful it left an actual physical ache in my chest.
"You okay?" I asked, my voice husky from the kiss as well as the pain of suppressing my arousal.
She shook her head, still breathing hard and unable to speak yet.
"Do you want me to stop?" My hand clenched around her thigh. It would kill me to stop, but I would if she needed me to. Right now I'd do anything she asked of me.
Her eyes lazily scanned my face, lingering on my lips, before she gave me a small sexy shake of her head.
Thank fucking God.
"I don't want you to stop, but..." she trailed off, closing her eyes and looking away as doubts began to creep in. I wouldn't let them.
"I won't fuck you." Her eyes popped open at my words. "Not today, at least," I added.
"What do you want then?"
"To touch you."
Her brows furrowed, her palms trailing down to press into my ribs. "You are touching me."
I shook my head. "I want more than this."
Her breath hitched at that, prompting me to continue making my case, "I want more than over-the-clothes petting and dry humping. If you don't, that's okay. I'll stop. But I'm also gonna be clear about what I want — and that's to make you feel good." I pulled back even more, giving her the proper space to make her decision.
She looked down, her expression shadowed by uncertainty. "I don't know if I can do it. Are you sure we can't just go back to kissing? It was nice."
I softened my whole demeanor, lifting a hand to cup the side of her face. "Is it because of Dylan?"
She nibbled on her lower lip, gaze trailing over my face before shaking her head. "No. Kind of." She made a noise of frustration. "It's just... I haven't done anything like this in a while, and I still don't think I can..." She flushed, looking significantly more awkward than she had this entire time.
"What?" I asked gently, encouraging her to share more.
"I can't... you know..."
"I know?..."
"Ugh," she made a noise of frustration and looked up at the ceiling. "I can't have an orgasm. I've felt good, but never got quite there."
I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. Pulling back, my brows furrowed. "So, you've never...?" The thought filled me with horror and I pulled back further, my anger towards Dylan increasing tenfold.
She stayed looking away, giving me a small shrug. "It's okay. I've read that it's normal for some women."
I frowned at that. "No, it's not normal, Hannah. Have you ever tried by yourself? With just your fingers or any toys?"
She covered her face with her hands, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, but it was important to address this issue. It was a mistake I had to remedy as soon as possible.
"...yes," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "Bailey and I tried to fix it with... anyway, it never worked. But I can't get out of my own head. When I was younger, I used to believe..." Her expression became pained, and she groaned. "I used to believe that God was watching me, okay? My mom told us that we shouldn't do those kinds of things because He wouldn't approve and He saw everything that was going on."
I sat back on my haunches, amusement coursing through me. "No wonder you're so uptight," I remarked, which made her gasp in outrage.
She looked around for another pillow to hit me with, but I caught her wrist and brought it to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her racing pulse. "Let's make a deal," I murmured against her skin, a wicked smile playing on my lips as I regarded her with half-lidded eyes.
She frowned up at me in confusion. "A deal? Right now?"
"Yes." My eyes trailed down her body, renewed hunger beginning to claw its way up my throat, demanding I devour every inch of her soft flesh. And I would. "If I can't make you come in less than—" I dropped back over her, caging her in my arms, our eyes inches apart as I decided, "Ten minutes. If you can't come in ten minutes, I'll leave you alone for one whole week. I won't bother you in class, and I won't disturb you in the library. You'll finally get your peace, even if it's just for a little while."
"And if you succeed?" she whispered, her shaky breath grazing my lips.
"Then I get to do it again." And again. And again — until neither of us could walk or see straight.
She stayed silent for a few long moments, her blue eyes searching mine. I could see the surprise and uncertainty in her expression, but it was clear she was considering it.
Which is why I was slightly surprised to hear a soft, breathy, "Okay," coming from her kiss-bruised lips.
"Okay?" I repeated, to be sure.
She nodded, her hand skimming up my side with more confidence. "Let's see you try your best."
I laughed. Not because anything was funny — but because I could never resist a challenge, and I certainly couldn't resist her.
Before I could even kiss her, both of her arms came up to wrap around my neck and she pulled my face down to hers, taking my bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on it. It was my turn to groan.
Reaching down, I teased the waistband of her shorts, trailing my fingers across her skin, reveling in how it made her shiver and push up into my touch. My thumb slipped under the fabric, swiping over soft skin before pulling back out.
She bit down on my lip in warning. "Stop teasing me and get to it. Your time is ticking, you know."
Chuckling, I pulled down her shorts as she lifted her hips to make it easier for me. Using only one hand and her help, I managed to slide the shorts off of her, leaving her in a pair of light pink cotton panties with a bow in front of them, and her shirt and bra. Those had to go next.
"Lift your arms up," I ordered her, already pushing the shirt up her body. We made quick work of it, and then I reached behind her to unclip her bra effortlessly.
"I don't even want to think about how you're so good at that," she murmured under her breath.
I smirked and pulled back to survey her.
Holy fucking shit.
Hannah Grace Walker had a fucking fantastic body under all of those hoodies she wore. A handful of perky tits and pink nipples met my direct line of sight and I groaned in agony. Where had these been all my life? Her small waist flared into wider hips with natural hip dips, and legs that went on for days. She was a literal walking wet dream and I felt like the luckiest man on earth, having been allowed to see her like this.
Next time, her ass was gonna be the centerpiece, slamming back into my hips as she took me deep.
"You're going to be the death of me," I rasped, my dick painfully tightening in my pants at the sight of her.
"That's a given. Now take off your shirt. I refuse to be the only topless one here." She tugged at my shirt, fingers sliding beneath it to trace my v-line.
"With pleasure." I reached behind me to grab the back of my collar and pulled my shirt off in one quick motion, shaking my head to fix my ruffled hair and tossing my shirt next to the bed.
"Oh my God." She gasped, eyes glued to my front.
I looked back at her, a cocky grin sliding onto my face. Her gaze practically devoured me and I loved it. I'd walk around naked for the rest of my life if that's what she wanted.
"Do you chug protein for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? How the hell are you so ripped for a college boy?"
I laughed and bent down to kiss her. "Coach works us hard, but we push ourselves even harder." Unable to resist, I ducked down to capture her bare nipple with my lips, biting down and sucking hard.
She let out a surprised, guttural whine, arching into my mouth. Her nails dug into my shoulders, probably leaving a few souvenirs. It was fine with me — I'd wear them like a badge of honor.
I spent a couple of minutes lavishing her bare breasts with the attention they rightly deserved. I would have been happy to keep going, but there were other places I wanted to explore. Namely her pussy. Call me a horndog, but it was calling to me.
Pressing soft kisses against her quivering stomach, I made my way down until I was face to face with her pretty pink panties. Looking up, my gaze found hers, and I gave her a wicked grin, tugging at the small bow with my teeth — and fucking loving the way her face flushed as she watched me. I kissed the smooth skin above her panties before reaching for them. Time to do what I really came down here for.
"Lift your hips for me, babe," I said, hooking my fingers around the waistband of her panties.
She paused and then did exactly that. Eyes still connected, I tugged the cotton down her hips, and all the way down her legs, bundling them and throwing them next to my shirt on the floor. Her chest raised and fell in desperate heaves as her eyes never left mine, anticipation and a little bit of apprehension in them. She was nervous, but trust me when I said this — she had nothing to worry about.
And then I looked down.
I swear to God, I nearly came in my pants like a virgin church boy. She was so fucking wet and pink and ready for me. My cock jumped at the sight, wanting to bury every inch of itself inside of her and fuck her so hard, I'd permanently brand myself on the inside of her pussy.
I quickly maneuvered her thighs so that they were resting on my shoulders, spreading her wide for me. Her heels dug into my shoulder blades as her fingers clutched at the sheets on the bed. I leaned down to kiss the inside of her thigh, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh. And then I leaned down to taste what I'd been dreaming of for weeks.
"Oh! Tristan!" She gasped, stomach curling as she raised half her body off the bed before dropping back.
Hannah jerked when my lips touched her again, crying out as her hands shot for my head, quickly entangling themselves in my hair. I encircled her pulsing clit with my tongue, applying pressure to the little bud. I groaned at the taste of her — making her thighs tremble around my head.
"Oh God," she whimpered as my tongue stroked her again, traveling lower before swiping back up to her clit.
I continued to tease her, lapping and sucking, making her hips rock into my mouth as she gasped and moaned under me. Slowly, I fucked her with my tongue, my fingers digging into her thighs to get my own desire under control. I forced myself to ignore my own burning need, and instead to savor the taste of the woman I'd been itching to have for weeks.
I finally had her and she tasted even better than I'd imagined. Like Hannah, woman, and sex — a deadly combination for my sanity. Groaning, I dragged my tongue up and down her slit, pressing down on her clit and sucking. Hard. And then I repeated this until I had a rhythm that made her gasp and shake under my mouth.
Hannah curled upright again, moaning loudly as I immersed myself in her, licking and sucking all of the areas that made her twitch in pleasure. I was quickly learning to read her body, repeating the actions that drew out her cries and broken gasps while she desperately grabbed at anything to help ground her. Her moans had been steadily building as I coaxed her body closer and closer to her release.
"D-don't stop. Oh God," she begged amidst her heavy panting, eyes closed and head thrown back.
Fuck. I needed her to cum on my tongue. It was on my list of things to do before I died, right under fucking her.
Releasing her thigh, I brought my hand down to her entrance, circling the dripping heat with the tip of my finger. Her thighs tightened around my head and she pressed down into my fingers, silently asking for relief. While my mouth roamed her pussy, I eased one inside of her, and she let out a girly whine behind clenched teeth.
She was tight enough to make me groan, imagining just how fucking good she'd feel as she flooded my cock. I curled my finger inside of her, rubbing against a spot that had her moaning and bucking against my hand. When she was ready, I added a second finger. I alternated between stroking and fucking her with my fingers, still sucking and rubbing her clit with my tongue.
Her thighs tensed as my fingers found a rhythm she liked. I knew I had her, and sure enough, she found her climax in a matter of seconds, thighs trembling against my ear.
"Some-something is hap—!"
Hannah's full lips parted in a silent gasp as her words caught in her throat and her eyes rolled shut, legs shaking and heels digging into my shoulder blades. I felt her orgasm ripple through her as she pulsed around my fingers, squeezing them in a maddening rhythm. I just knew she would feel amazing coming around my cock.
I pulled back to watch her, knowing she'd be too sensitive for me to continue. Hannah was more beautiful now than she'd ever been, caught in the grasp of a powerful orgasm given to her by yours truly.
I felt powerful. I felt like a king.
Gently removing her legs from my shoulders and wrapping them around my waist, I moved back over her, hovering above her. I watched as her eyes finally opened again, meeting mine in a sated daze, her breathing irregular.
Again, I felt that familiar ache as I gazed down at her, watching her come down from her climax and feeling like I'd just won the Super Bowl.
Grinning and unable to resist her allure, I leaned down to capture her lips with my own. She immediately returned it. And this time the kiss was slow and meticulous — all about exploring and basking in each other's company. And even though my dick was harder than it had ever been, I felt a kind of satisfaction I could never describe.
Feeling happier than I had in a long time, I continued to kiss her, lazily pressing my lips to hers and gently rubbing before deepening the kiss and stealing all of her air. I ignored the background music and the distant chatter that was slowly creeping into my awareness. I just let myself be in that personal, languid bubble we had created.
Long minutes passed before we finally pulled away from each other. Hannah's eyelids fluttered open, her eyes a lot more clear and focused.
"You okay?" I asked her, brushing some hair from her face with my fingers.
She swallowed and nodded. "I think so. That was..."
"Good, I hope?"
She nodded again. "Yeah. Really good. I never thought it could be like that."
"Which means I won, right?" I whispered, grinning down at her. "I get to do that again?"
Her reply was a soft, breathless laugh. "You always win," she managed to say, blinking through the haze of arousal swimming in her eyes. "But I think I need a couple of minutes. Or hours. I can't feel my legs."
I pressed my lips to her forehead, smiling. "This is only the beginning, Hannah. And now that we know your downstairs bits work just fine — better than fine, perfect, in fact— we can start having some real fun."
She opened her mouth to speak, but a loud bang from downstairs cut her off. I saw the desire drain from her eyes as they widened in alarm. Her head whipped towards the door, her breath catching in her throat.
Damn it. Just when we were making progress, something had to interrupt. It was always one step forward, and two steps back with her.
"Hannah—"
"I need the bathroom. Now."