Hate to Love You - Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Hannah
Tristan's car was filled with his intoxicating scent, and I inhaled deeply, barely holding back a happy sigh. There was a very high chance that I was addicted to the way he smelled. My eyes snapped back open when my phone chimed with a message. I quickly checked it to find a text from Jace.
J: Please tell Tristan that we say thanks for talking to us. It was awesome.
H: Awe. Does my baby brother have a man crush?
J: You bet. Kiss him for me, won't you?
I gaped at his cheek. That little asshole. He should definitely expect a knuckle sandwich from me the next time I saw him. But I knew he wasn't buying the whole friends thing with Tristan. To be fair, I wasn't either.
I had yet to spend a night in my own bed, and more often than not, when I was with him, he made my cheeks and stomach hurt from laughing too much. Just yesterday, he joined me in the library and we got so many dirty looks because he couldn't stop talking, and I couldn't stop giggling at his awful jokes.
Dropping my phone back onto my lap, I sighed. Already, I was struggling to keep my emotions out of it. I couldn't help it when he made me feel this good.
The door on the driver's side suddenly clicked open, startling me, but I relaxed as Tristan climbed in. He tossed his duffle bag into the back seat, then turned to face me, his arm draped over the back of my seat.
"Come here," he grunted, reaching for me.
Before I could respond, he cupped the back of my neck and pressed his lips to mine, swallowing my gasp. The kiss was slow and teasing at first, drawing me away from my thoughts, before he angled his head to deepen it.
I moaned as he stroked my tongue with his, effectively stealing my breath as we devoured each other. We had a whole day's worth of pent-up sexual frustration and it translated into our kiss, in how we refused to let up for air, more concerned about catching up than breathing.
I was panting, my lips tingling when he pulled away. Our eyes opened at the same time, both filled with heat as we stared at each other.
From this close, I could see the vibrant depth of his green eyes in the dimly lit car, as well as the tiny beauty spot just below his right eyebrow. I wanted to kiss it. My eyes trailed appreciatively over his striking face, taking pride in the sight of his slightly swollen lips. And then he groaned, shifting in discomfort.
"Fuck."
"Are you okay?" I asked, worried that he'd been hurt during his match.
"No. My dick's about to rip through my pants and it's all your fault." He winced, reaching down to adjust said appendage.
I looked down at the noticeable tent in his pants and laughed, sitting up straight in my seat. "That's your problem."
He grinned coyly. "And yours."
Kissing me one last time, he started the car, pulling out of the stadium's parking lot with a practiced ease. I had to commend him on his driving skills. I was still nervous in heavily crowded places and preferred to wait until there were fewer people before navigating an obstacle course like this one.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to ask. Would it be okay with you if we made a quick appearance at the victory party? I have to pop in because I'm their captain and today was a pretty big win for us."
A knot of apprehension formed in my throat. "Together?"
He nodded, his focus on the road. "Don't worry, I promise everyone will already be too smashed to notice or care about who I'm with. But you don't have to come with... I could drop you off at your place, go for a little while, and then join back up with you afterward?"
I appreciated his consideration in trying to make me comfortable, but he was right. College students tended to party hard, and why should anyone care that I was standing beside him?
"No, you don't have to do that. Let's go, I'll be fine," I assured him with a small smile.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. We won't be too long, right?"
"Right. Just a quick in and out. Thanks, babe," he said with an adorably crooked smile, and I couldn't help but return it.
I asked him some questions about his conversation with the scouts from Tennesee and Vegas, but I soon noticed how distracted and restless he was. His foot bounced rapidly when it wasn't on the pedal, his index finger tapped incessantly against my thigh. It was beginning to drive me crazy.
"What's wrong?" I asked, reaching for his hand and interlocking our fingers to help soothe his restlessness.
He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"You seem... jumpy, more so than your usual restlessness."
He smiled, giving my hand an affectionate squeeze. "It's the adrenaline — it hasn't left my system yet. I can never concentrate on game nights because my mind is still on the field."
"Are you thinking about the game now?"
"Yeah. I'm mentally going over some of the plays I made, thinking about how we performed as a team, where we could've done better — things like that."
"And now?" I lifted his hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss against his rough knuckles. "Still thinking about the game?" I couldn't help but smirk as his eyes darkened, fixating on my lips.
"No."
I rubbed my lips against the back of his hand, teasing his skin with soft kisses.
"What are you thinking about now?" I tried to suppress my smirk as I posed the question.
"You," he answered, his gaze shifting between the road and me.
"And?"
"That mouth. The things I want to do to it."
"Oh?" My lips quirked. "I'm listening..."
Tristan pulled his hand away from mine and returned it to the gear stick as his foot pressed down on the gas and the car suddenly accelerated.
"New plan," he muttered, turning a corner.
I didn't say anything, assuming he was taking us home to continue what we both wanted. But soon enough, a frown crept onto my face as we drove into an unfamiliar area.
"Where are you taking us?" I asked, looking around with mild concern.
I trusted him, but the streets were empty and dark, and it made me a little uneasy. Was I about to discover a whole new side to him while he brutally murdered me?
"Here," he said, turning into a dark, vacant parking lot enclosed by a chain-link fence, and an unoccupied basketball court next to it.
I surveyed the parking lot with growing alarm. Was this to be my place of death?
My nails dug into my thighs as he stopped the car, turned off the engine, and opened his door. I watched in disbelief as he climbed out and then turned back to face me.
Leaning in with a devilish grin, he said, "Get in the backseat."
Realization dawned on me and I gaped at him.
"Surely you don't mean for us to have sex here?" I hissed, searching for any signs of other people, my heart pounding.
His smile was full of mischief. "Yup."
"Are you insane?"
"What's wrong with this place? It's dark, private, and there's no one around. Perfect for a quick fuck." He waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.
"Uh... because we could get caught?" I stared at him like he was an idiot, which I was starting to believe might be true.
"See anyone around?" he countered, glancing around the empty lot.
"That's not the point — someone could come."
"Yeah — you, while you're screaming my name. Now get in the backseat."
I shook my head in disbelief, left momentarily speechless as I turned my gaze forward, my mind whirling. Was I seriously about to let him fuck me in some creepy, abandoned parking lot? I wasn't going to lie, a part of me was intrigued, but my more rational side was screaming at me that this was a bad idea — that we were gonna be arrested. What would my mother think of me then? It might just kill her.
"Hannah."
I looked at him.
He held my gaze steadily. "Trust me. I promise nothing bad will happen. No one's gonna find us."
I let out a sigh of defeat and unclipped my seatbelt. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Opening my door, I climbed out, and shut it behind me. I glanced around once more to ensure we weren't being watched, finding no signs of human life in the vicinity. That eased my anxiety a little bit as I climbed into the backseat. Tristan got in on the other side and reached for his bag, unzipping a pocket and withdrawing his hand to reveal an extra large condom.
I pressed my lips together, shooting him a dirty look. "Convenient."
He chuckled, shrugging. "I always come prepared. Don't you know? Cover your willy before you fuck her silly."
"That is such a stupid saying. Never say that again."
Grinning, he sat down and patted his lap, indicating that I should hop on. Rolling my eyes, I saddled him and interlocked my fingers behind his neck. I wiggled to get comfortable and he groaned, both hands cupping and squeezing my ass roughly. He never missed an opportunity to touch it.
"Now what?" I asked once I'd settled in, watching him for my next cue.
I've never done the car sex thing, so this was all a new experience for me. I wasn't sure if I liked it yet.
"Now I kiss you."
His lips were gentle as they brushed against mine in a slow, tantalizing kiss. All of the tension slowly left my body as I melted into his kiss, my fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. Soon, the kiss deepened and our tongues tangled in a sensual exploration, thrusting and stroking.
The hands on my ass clenched, pulling me closer to him. Moaning, I wiggled against his cock, rocking back and forth as his hands helped guide my rhythm against him. But that wasn't enough — I wanted more.
Boldly, I reached down to unzip his pants. He grinned against my mouth and lifted his hips, and us, so that I could pull his pants down. Amidst our more fervent kisses, we managed to drag his pants down a few inches, enough that I could reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. I wrapped my hand around him, savoring the feeling of his pulsing erection — of how soft yet hard it was. How big and domineering it felt in my hand.
He groaned, leaving my mouth to pepper kisses down my jaw and neck as he thrust into my hand. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back to expose my neck to him while I stroked him, my thumb pressing against the slit and spreading the leaking precum all over the head to use as lubrication.
"Tighten your grip," he rasped, pushing into my hand.
I did as he said, squeezing his length in my fist as my hand worked him in slow pumps meant to tease him, not get him off. When I squeezed him a little harder, he grunted, his teeth grazing my neck in a small bite of pain and pleasure.
"We need to get you out of these fucking pants," he choked out, licking a wet trail from my pulse to the sensitive skin beneath my ear. I shivered when his warm breath caressed my earlobe, taking it between his teeth and tugging.
"That's... gonna... be... hard," I panted, moaning as he teased my skin with his tongue.
"We like a challenge, don't we?"
And a challenge it was. I had to stop stroking him so that we could perform backseat gymnastics to get my leggings and underwear off. We laughed through our clumsy attempts, nearly toppling over several times. Amidst the chaos, we managed to steal quick kisses between our antics, until finally, I was naked from the waist down.
His thumb found my clit, applying gentle pressure as he rubbed. I rocked into his hand, running my hands down the front of his shirt and over those muscles I loved. My nails dug into his rock-hard stomach when he pushed a finger into me and I pressed down onto that single digit, already aching for more.
He added a second finger, warming me up with slow but deliberate pumps until I was a breathless mess in his lap. Soon, I was soaking his fingers and if I didn't have him inside of me in the next few seconds, I was going to scream.
"Where's the condom?" I gasped out, trying to focus on my current goals and not his skilled fingers.
He grabbed it off the seat next to us and handed it to me. Still rolling my hips against his hand, I ripped the packaging open and retrieved the rubber circle. I reached between us to take ahold of his cock, placing the condom over the tip and rolling it down his long length. I couldn't help stroking him once — twice until he was moaning against my lips.
He grasped my hips, lifting me so that I was hovering over his cock. The head quickly found my entrance, notching against me with little guidance. I shuddered, placing both of my hands on his chest for stability, and began to press down.
There was always that initial burn and discomfort when he first entered me. It took a few minutes for me to acclimatize to his size — to get used to being stretched and filled to the brim. I'd probably never say it out loud, but I loved that small initial bite of pain. Together we worked to fill me with his throbbing cock, gently thrusting and pressing me down onto every agonizing inch of him.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Hannah. I wish you could see yourself in my eyes. So fucking hot it makes me crazy," he husked, pressing me down onto him.
I flushed at the unexpected words, feeling them worm their way into my heart and take root there. It was terrifying how much influence his words had over me. I was beginning to realize how easily he could hurt me, and all I could do was hope he didn't abuse that power.
He forced me down onto those last few inches and I whimpered, breathing through the feeling of being completely filled. He gave me a few seconds to adjust before lifting me off his cock and dropping me back down on it. I let out a choked gasp as his length filled me suddenly, my head rolling forward as my eyes closed of their own volition.
From then on, things became hard and fast — our goal to finish as quickly as possible. I was aware of my noise level as we rocked together, but I couldn't bring myself to care. It's not like anyone could hear me.
My thighs burned, sweat trickling down my front and my heart pounded as I bounced and rocked on his cock, mouth parted in ecstasy as I focused on the sensations — on my fast-approaching climax.
"That's it," he growled, fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me roughly.
I jerked when his thumb found my clit, rubbing side to side and forcing me into my orgasm with no warning. I cried out as that first rush of pleasure crashed over me, every cell in my body going haywire as I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles. In the back of my mind, I heard him cry out, his body shuddering beneath me as he found his own release inside me.
By the end of it, I was a shivering, panting, gasping mess desperately holding onto him because I felt like if I let go, I might float away. My climax had shaken me to my core, leaving me dizzy and disoriented as I came down from the high. We stayed connected until our breathing calmed down and we could talk again.
"I guess you were right, but don't tell anyone else or it'll quickly become the new hook-up spot, and then we'll be forced to book appointments," I murmured against his skin, satisfaction leaving me loose and languid.
His laugh started out small, growing until my frame was shaking from the force of it. I smiled, pressing my forehead into the crook of his neck as I relished the sound of his rich laughter.
"I'm glad you came around." He squeezed me closer to his chest.
I shifted in his hold, seeking a more comfortable position when something suddenly caught my attention.
"You're still hard? How?" My mouth dropped open and I leaned back to stare at him. "I don't think I can go again so soon."
He chuckled, stroking a hand down my back. "Don't worry. This took the edge off it. But you better be prepared for tonight because I'm going to keep you up all night long."
He was insane.
A sudden noise from the chain-link fence made me freeze against him.
"What was that?" I whispered, my eyes scanning the darkness but finding nothing.
He leaned forward to peer out the window, trying to find the source of the noise.
"Have we been caught? I knew we shouldn't have done this! Now we're going to jail all because you have no self-control," I hissed, frantically fumbling for my clothes.
"It's a raccoon."
I ignored him as his laughter filled the car at my expense, getting dressed. His lyrical laughter settled warmly in my belly, and I felt an uncontrollable emotion spreading within me. If I wasn't careful, I'd soon be in danger of getting too attached.
No, I reassured myself. I was okay. I was strong and had everything under control. I could admit that I cared about him without being in love with him.
Oh, and that car sex was awesome.