Hate to Love You - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Hannah
Tristan had absolutely no control when it came to kissing me — he was a man possessed.
Sometimes his kisses were sweet, leaving me breathless and lightheaded, but more often than not they were deep, demanding, and ruthlessly hungry.
Moaning, I reached up with both my arms and curled them around his neck, pulling myself closer and pressing my lips more firmly to his. I angled my head to deepen the kiss as my fingers combed through the loose curls at the nape of his neck.
His other hand moved to join the one on my ass, and with no effort at all, he lifted me into his arms. I squeaked into our kiss but didn't pull away, only tightening my grip around his neck and interlocking my legs behind him. I was vaguely aware of him moving us, but my hips had developed a mind of their own — rocking against him in a desperate search for some relief.
It was only when he lowered the two of us, and I felt the firm mattress against my back that I briefly registered where we were. In my communal house, in my room, and on my bed while at least twenty people loitered around downstairs. Penelope could have her ear pressed against my door again and I didn't care. I didn't care about anything except him and getting out of these stupid restricting clothes.
Our lips broke so that he could quickly pull my shirt off again. His eyes immediately dropped to my boobs and a wicked smirk covered his face as he also took the time to get rid of his own shirt. Once we were both topless, he dropped back down over me, and my nipples grazed his chest, making me shiver. One of his hands tangled itself in my hair and he ducked down to give me another searing kiss.
God, he was so good at kissing. I could kiss him forever.
His hand left my hair to slide down my neck and between my breasts, making my nipples pucker into hard points as his calloused fingers traced my heated skin. His cock pulsed against my stomach, hard and thick behind his pants as his mouth swallowed all of my moans.
The feel of him against me sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit and my hands physically itched to explore the contours of his body. They ran down his impressive chest, over his rock-hard abs, before tracing that deep V with my fingertips.
No wonder they called them sex lines — they were so freaking hot. Everything about him was so freaking hot.
He pulled back and held still, breathing hard as he let me explore his body. I could feel the tension behind his rippling muscles as he fought to keep still under my touch. The tips of my fingers traced the hard ridges and bumps of his six-pack, following his happy trail to where it disappeared beneath his pants.
Looking back up at him, our eyes met as my hand boldly slipped into his boxers. My fingers quickly found the huge, throbbing cock straining against his pants. He was both silky soft and incredibly hard. Enjoying how he felt in my hand, I gave him a curious, tentative stroke.
Tristan winced as if in pain, teeth clenched as the vein in his temple pulsed angrily. He moaned, pressing himself into my grip. But when I stroked him again, his hand shot down, gripping my exposed forearm and pulling my hand away and out of his pants, pinning it above my head. He pulled his hips back, leaving me cold and desperate as my body mourned the loss of his.
"Why?" I asked, brows furrowed in confusion over his actions. Did he not like it when I touched him?
He shook his head, voice strained as he answered, "I said I wouldn't fuck you and when you touch me like that — you test every last shred of my control."
Instant pleasure spread through me at his words, and I bit down on my bottom lip, squeezing my thighs around his hips as I imagined what it would be like to make him lose control. He made that promise when I was still unsure about us, but things had changed, and maybe I was just really horny, but I wanted him — all of him.
"I won't make you keep that promise." I tugged at the strong grip holding my hand above my head, eager to return to my exploring. "You don't have to hold back."
But he wouldn't budge. "No. I won't break my promise. Today is all about you and showing you that this was the best decision you could have made."
Before I could argue further, he dipped his head and suckled on my left nipple. Hard. I couldn't contain the whimper that escaped, throwing my head back as I arched up into his mouth. His other hand moved between my legs, stroking the skin of my inner thighs as he teased the edges of my shorts. I spread my legs to give him easier access, hoping he would touch me where I needed him most.
He finally released my hand, and it quickly joined the other on his chest, eagerly gliding over the smooth, hard muscle. I loved Tristan's body — the strength and power it embodied, the way it moved, and the things it could do. I loved to touch it.
Sliding under the fabric of my shorts, through the opening for my leg, he found me soaking wet and bare for him. I'd neglected to put my underwear back on during my earlier panic, so there were no further barriers between us. My arousal covered his fingers as he found my clit, rolling the sensitive nub under the pad of his thumb. I groaned at the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure against the sensitive bundle of nerves, jerking against him.
"Fuck. You're so wet, Hannah," he groaned, pressing another kiss to the swell of my breasts.
I might have been embarrassed any other time, but right now, my thoughts were lost in a mindless haze, and all I could do was feel. My nails dug into his skin as he eased one finger into me, curling it deep as he stroked me from the inside.
With his thumb on my pulsing clit and his middle finger buried deep inside me, he continued to pepper my chest with slow, delicious kisses — tongue twirling around my aching nipples. I rocked into his hand as sparks exploded behind my eyes and between my legs, crying out as he added a second finger, rubbing and fucking me the way I wished he would do with his cock.
"Tristan, I need—" My words were cut off by my own gasp, thighs crushing his hand as they began to tremble. I was close.
"You need?" he asked, humor edging his voice as his thumb swiped across my clit, pressing more firmly.
My reply was lost in the crashing wave that suddenly enveloped my body. I was forced to grab onto his arms and ride out the orgasm, spasming around his fingers as my nails buried themselves in his biceps, hard enough to leave a mark.
Before I could even recover, he kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a slow, seductive intensity. The kiss was enough to turn me boneless. I melted into it, shivering as echoes of my climax passed through me.
If this was what he could do with his mouth and fingers, then I was dying to have him inside me. I craved that closeness, that intimacy, and I wanted to make him feel just as good.
I pressed a hand against his chest, applying enough pressure to make him pull back and check what was wrong. Instead of speaking, I turned my head to look at the alarm clock next to my bed. I saw that it was one minute until midnight. A plan unfurled in my head, and excitement bubbled up internally.
I met his curious gaze once more. "Are you ever going to let me return the favor?"
"Next time," he replied, kissing the tip of my nose. "For now, I want another taste. I haven't had my fill of you yet."
But before he could make his way down my body again, I stopped him by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. I shook my head, cupping his cheeks and bringing his mouth back to mine where I pressed one kiss — then another, and another. Like I said earlier, it was impossible to stop kissing him.
Before things could go any further, I murmured against his lips, "I want you inside me, Tristan Beckett. And I won't settle for anything less."
He tensed, pulling back to look at me. "Babe—"
"It's not today anymore."
He raised an eyebrow, and I laughed softly as I pulled back, brushing his hair from his face. "Look at the time, silly. It's officially a new day, which means you won't be breaking your promise. Now," I grinned, feeling giddy, "take off your pants."
After glancing at the clock, he returned my grin, chuckling as he caught on. He bit his lower lip, seeming to wrestle with the idea for a few more seconds before visibly conceding. "Fine — you win. Got any condoms?"
I had to really think about that question before nodding, excitement rushing through me as I realized that I was finally getting what I wanted. "Yeah. Second drawer next to the bed. They should be in there somewhere. Bailey left them the last time she visited."
"Which was when?"
"Two months ago. They should still be fine."
Unable to resist, my hands traveled down his neck and across his strong shoulders. I'd never been with someone so physically fit before. Dylan, and even Tommy, had both been on the leaner side, hardly ever exercising and relying on their fast metabolisms.
He went to grab the condoms, stretching over me to reach for my bedside table. He strained to open the drawer and then scratched around it, searching for the condoms. I heard the crackling of the wrappers as he found them.
"Hurry," I urged, eager to get back to our activities.
His nipple was right above my mouth, so I licked and gently teased it with my teeth. I heard him drop the wrappers with a hiss, cursing under his breath. I giggled softly as he fumbled around for them, continuing to lavish his nipple with my tongue. Finally, he grabbed the condoms again and tossed them onto the bed next to us before righting himself on top of me.
"You're going to pay for that," he promised, eyes dark with intent.
"I look forward to it," I smiled up at him.
Groaning, he dropped back over me and rasped, "It won't take much to get me there. I'm honestly surprised I haven't made a fool of myself already, but don't worry, I recover quickly."
I'd probably need more time than him because I'd just come, but I wasn't embarrassed to admit that he had me really worked up and ready for him. Even now, my clit pulsed in renewed need. "Lucky for me."
"One last time — are you sure about this?" His eyes pleaded with me to make a quick decision.
Smiling, I assured him, "Yes. No more teasing. I'm ready and I want you."
"Thank fucking God." My words sent him into a frenzy, and he quickly worked to take off his pants and underwear, throwing them next to the bed somewhere.
When I finally looked down, I audibly gasped, sitting straight up in alarm. Now that I was actually seeing him in all his glory, that thing was sure to cause a lot of damage.
"Don't worry." He smirked at my reaction. "It'll fit. You're more than ready for me."
My cheeks blazed red as he reached down to take ahold of his cock, stroking it with a tight fist. A single bead of precum formed at the head — as if to taunt me. There was no way I was letting that monster inside of me.
"Maybe we should just—"
His hand wrapped around my ankle and pulled me towards him. I fell onto my back, yelping as he dragged me down the bed and under him. My hands desperately grabbed at the blankets, but it did nothing against his strength. I stared up at him with wide eyes as he smirked down at me.
"No running now, Hannah. You asked for this."
I gasped when he spread my thighs and settled between them, pressing a very hot, very angry erection against me. His hips gave a small, teasing thrust, and he rubbed against my slick heat. I jerked at the sudden bolt of pleasure, my toes curling into the mattress as my heart thundered in my ears.
He was right. I wanted this — no, I needed him inside me.
"Tristan," I gasped as he dragged the swollen head through my wetness, prompting a full-body shudder. "Please. I need you."
"One second." His body rubbed against mine as he reached for the foil wrappers. With his teeth, he ripped one open. Pulling his hips back, with one hand, he put the condom on, rolling it down his length.
I watched all this happen in fascination. The condom was a tight fit and through it, I could see the dark red, almost purple tip seeping clear liquid, clearly eager to be inside me.
It hit me all at once. I was about to have sex with Tristan Beckett.
Hooking a hand under my knee, he pulled my one foot over his shoulder, leaving my hips hovering in the air, the perfect height to—
"Oh God!" I threw my head back, moaning as his cock pushed into me. I was so wet that he glided right in, forcing me to spread for his thick length. He just kept on pressing forward, filling me, stopping my breathing as my entire existence focused on the massive cock shoving its way into me.
His hand wrapped around my waist, further pulling me onto his cock. He was so big, and so hot, and so good I didn't know what to do. I was so full and yet it wasn't enough. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to die.
Finally, his thighs pressed into my ass and I could focus on trying to breathe again, adjusting to all of him. He stayed like that, not moving as the two of us took a few seconds to bask in the feeling of him completely inside of me.
"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing his eyes tight as he gritted his teeth. "My fucking God, you feel better than I ever could have imagined." His words were slightly slurred, like he was drunk.
I could feel him pulsating inside me — could feel every shift in his body through our new-found connection. I let out a soft gasp when he slowly pulled back, only to ease back into me. My moan was guttural, my fists clenching around the blankets until my knuckles turned white.
"You okay?"
It took me a couple of seconds to comprehend what he was asking and another few to answer him.
"...yes — don't stop."
"Good. Because I'm about to fuck you. Really hard," he groaned, grip tightening around my hip.
"Yesss," I hissed as he pulled out of me until just the head of his cock was inside me.
And then I screamed when he slammed back into me, arching off the bed as the pleasure overwhelmed my senses, squeezing around his cock to keep him inside me.
"Babe," he moaned, rocking into me as I rippled and clenched around him. "I fucking love it, but you're too loud. Everyone's gonna hear you and you're gonna regret it later."
I nodded, pressing my lips firmly together to curb any noises I made. But when he pulled away and immediately thrust back into me, I couldn't help but cry out again. With another throaty groan, he slammed his cock into me, and this time, he didn't stop. He started fucking me deep and hard, and I couldn't keep the noise in, no matter how hard I tried.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me completely and I whimpered at the loss, feeling unbearably empty. I lifted my head to look at him, frustrated that he was stopping just as he'd found a rhythm that had me seeing literal stars.
He laughed when he saw my glare and said, "Change of positions. Don't worry, I'm not done with you."
I yelped when he unexpectedly flipped me onto my stomach. And then he pulled my hips up, baring my ass to his appraisal as he kneeled behind me. He used his knee to spread my thighs apart. The head of his cock tapped my ass, leaving wetness behind. And then he was suddenly inside of me again and I was moaning into the mattress, rocking back into him. He felt even bigger in this position and it was sending me into overdrive.
He gave me an answering moan and held my hips tight, fingers squeezing the pliable flesh of my ass as he started to pump into me. With this angle, every time he moved, he rubbed at this one spot inside me that had me crying out into my sheets, fingers aching from how hard they were curled around my blankets.
With each thrust, he forced me back onto his cock, hips audibly snapping against mine. I was unable to do anything but accept his hard thrusts, trying to muffle my cries against the mattress. He pounded into me, the sounds of our frenzy filling my room with erotic noises. I couldn't help but clamp around him. Hard. He let out a tortured groan, hand squeezing my ass in warning.
Maybe I'd have bruises from his fingers on my skin tomorrow — a delicious reminder of his rough claiming. The thought made me clench around him harder.
"Cut that shit out," he growled through heavy pants, slapping my ass.
I choked on a moan, surprised by how much I enjoyed that.
One of his hands left my waist to glide up my back, up my spine until he reached my nape. His fingers sank into my hair as he bent over me, his other hand still holding my waist and pushing me back onto him with hard, punishing thrusts. He fisted my hair, eliciting a high-pitched whine from me. I was a whimpering, gasping mess as my body burned.
"Tristan," I panted, trying to let him know that I was close.
"I've got you, babe." His hand left my waist, curling under me to find my aching clit.
I let out a guttural moan when his skilled fingers circled the swollen nub. His forehead pressed against my shoulder and he groaned, still pumping into me. I lurched forward, pressing into his hand before rocking back onto his cock, repeating that motion. The pressure inside of me increased, building up until it could no longer be contained.
"Uh!" I gasped, fingers squeezing the blankets as I fell right off the edge.
I trembled as the powerful orgasm washed over me, leaving me breathless and my mind blank as I surrendered to it. Pulsing around him, I started to shiver uncontrollably. And yet, he didn't stop fucking me, just kept thrusting and rubbing my clit as my orgasm drained every last bit of energy from my body.
I was still shaking when he groaned, and his hips jerked against my ass, pressing deep inside of me as he finally came to a still. He swore savagely, hands tightening their grip as he forced me to take him as deep as possible.
He was vocal about coming, moaning and breathing hard against my skin. Using my inner muscles, I clamped down on his cock and his whole body shuddered against me. I swear I could feel him as he pulsed inside of me, spilling into the condom.
When he was done, he collapsed, panting. Making sure not to crush me, he fell to the side, pulling me with him. He was still inside of me — and still hard as he pulled me close to his chest, one arm wrapping around my waist.
It took a few minutes for us to catch our breath and recover from that explosive encounter, and for him to go soft. Our sweat cooled in the night air, but his large body kept me warm as we came down from our high. I could feel his rapid heartbeat against my back, matching my own.
"Fuck. You feel fucking incredible. I never want to pull out," he mumbled, nuzzling my neck.
I laughed breathlessly. "That condom isn't going to take care of itself."
He grunted, burying his face in my hair before taking a deep, long inhale. Sighing, he pressed one last tender kiss to my shoulder and pulled out of me. I gasped at the empty feeling, squeezing my legs together as he got up to dispose of the condom.
Tristan's firm, naked ass met my sight as he tossed the condom away. I've never thought a man's butt was anything to gush over — until I saw his. Everything about his naked body was beautiful, from the massive expanse of muscles across his back, down to his narrow waist and tight ass — not to mention his long, heavily muscled legs. My admiring gaze followed him as he bent down to quickly pull on his pants. I frowned and sat up, thinking he was about to leave immediately.
Tristan saw my expression and ducked down to kiss my cheek. "Don't worry, I'll be right back."
Before I could ask where he was going, he opened the door and left. I blinked, unsure of how to feel as he disappeared. He said he'd be back. He had to be coming back — he couldn't exactly walk around shirtless and shoeless.
A minute or two passed and the door opened again. I covered myself, worried it might be someone else, but it was Tristan. He grinned at my reaction and walked over. I then saw the wet cloth in his hands and realization came over me.
"You didn't have to—"
"Yeah, I did." He took the cloth and wiped my cheek.
I realized he might have been wiping away some drool. How freaking embarrassing. But I nearly died of embarrassment when he reached between my legs and wiped me. I twitched when the cloth ran over my super-sensitive flesh, flushing in mortification. He finished cleaning me and put the cloth aside.
"I could have done that," I mumbled, secretly enjoying the care.
"So could I." He smiled, leaning forward to kiss me.
My eyes slid closed and I melted into the familiar feel of his lips, moaning softly. After a while, he drew back and frowned at me. Worried that I did something wrong, I tensed.
"What's your name again? Rachel? Vanessa?"
I slapped his thigh, glaring at him despite the smile I was fighting. "Asshole."
He laughed and fell back into bed with me, pulling me tight against him. I went willingly.