Hate to Love You - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Tristan
"Shhh," I murmured, kissing the soft skin of her bare shoulder as my finger circled her needy clit.
She trembled, panting through her nose as my other hand covered her mouth. It still did little to silence the little moans and whimpers she let out against my palm as I teased her dripping-wet pussy with my fingers.
We were both on our sides, her back pressed to my chest as my cock throbbed painfully against her ass, separated only by the material of my boxers. I was trying to keep some semblance of control, instead of mounting her like an animal, something my instincts were pushing me to do. I had to constantly remind myself to keep things under a certain noise level — especially as I wondered if her mother owned a shotgun.
My lips traced the graceful arch of her neck, pressing a gentle kiss to her pulse as I buried my middle and ring fingers deep inside her. Her hand shot to my wrist when my palm grazed her clit, adding pressure as her hips bucked into my hold.
"Am I being a good boyfriend yet?" I asked, smirking when she nipped one of my fingers with her teeth.
Using the two fingers buried inside her, I dragged her ass back into me, molding her curves to my frame and squeezing her close. Almost immediately, she arched into me, rocking her perfect little ass against my cock and drawing a pained groan from me.
Chuckling hoarsely, I said, "You just can't wait, can you? You're practically begging me to fuck you right now."
My thumb found her swollen clit, rubbing firmly as I pushed my cock into her ass. "But don't worry — every second away from you, not seeing you, hearing you, touching you — nearly ruined me, Hannah. I don't think you understand just how much I've come to need you. More than you could ever need me. It fucking terrifies me."
Her hand lifted to pull mine from her mouth, allowing her to say, "It's nice not to be the only one."
She turned her head to look at me, and when those blue eyes, dark with pleasure, peered into mine, I couldn't hold back, and I leaned forward to kiss her. I quickly lost myself in the taste of her, embracing the rush of pure insanity as her lips parted for me and my tongue swept inside to swallow all of her sweet moans. It was wet, and it was hot, and I would never get enough of her.
But soon enough, we needed to come up for air, so I reluctantly pulled back, keeping my forehead pressed against hers as I closed my eyes to try and regain some of my sanity. It would be really bad if I lost control here.
"Tristan?"
My eyes opened, locking with hers.
"I've missed you. I don't think I've said that yet, but being away from you was hard for me too. You were the only one I wanted to go to when everything was happening."
Fuck. Now there was no turning back. She was mine — and God save any bastard who tried to take her from me.
Removing my hand from between her thighs, I moved away to quickly yank off my boxers, tossing them next to my shirt. And then I grabbed the strip of condoms on her bedside table, turning back to face her. She was sitting up now, lips swollen and cheeks flushed as the blankets pooled around her waist. Her perky tits hogged all of my attention — her nipples playing peek-a-boo behind strands of long, golden hair. It gave me a dark satisfaction knowing I would be the only man to ever see her like this. Well, I was the only one that mattered.
"Just so you know — you're not getting any sleep tonight. I plan on reacquainting myself with every inch of your body while we make up for lost time."
She laughed, grinning. "I've had more than enough sleep lately,." Her eyes followed my every movement as I returned to her.
She gasped when I ripped the blankets off her, crawling over her naked body and forcing her flat on her back again. I stopped to bend down and take a dusky nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as my tongue swirled around the hard bead. Her back arched off the bed as her thighs spread wide for me, settling around my hips. Switching to the other nipple, I lavished it with the same attention I gave the first, making her moan as her fingers buried themselves in my hair.
Her nipple popped out my mouth as I lifted my head to look at her. "Babe, you have to be quiet or you're gonna get us caught. At the very least, we'll traumatize Jace."
"I'm trying, but just so you know, a tornado could sweep through and he'd never notice," she whispered. But then her eyes rounded slightly. "Wait, I know what to do."
Placing her hands on my chest, she pushed me off her, far enough for her to turn over and present her gorgeous ass to me. She arched her back, pressing her chest flat to the bed as she pulled the pillow down to her face, obviously intending to use it to muffle any noises she made.
"Better?" She glanced over her shoulder at me.
Suddenly I was the one who'd lost the ability to talk. Like bees to honey, my hands found her ass, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. My dick jerked as soon as I touched her, aching to be inside her already.
"Much better. Let's just hope we don't break the bed," I grunted as I rolled the latex down my length.
Her head popped up and she glanced back at me with a warning look. "Tristan Beckett — if you dare break this bed, you will explain to my mother what happened."
"Don't worry. I'll be careful." Sort of.
"Why don't I believe you?" she muttered, wiggling her ass as she got comfortable.
I chuckled, choosing not to answer as I threw the condom wrapper onto my shirt so that I'd remember to take it with me when I left. Fisting my dick, I moved closer to her again, and rubbed the head against the soft skin of her right ass cheek.
My other hand spread her open while I guided my cock to her entrance, notching the tip firmly against her. Pressing forward, I stopped when only the tip was inside, groaning at the tight warmth that greeted me. She moaned into the pillow, the sound muffled. Easing more of my cock into her, I pushed until I was halfway, pausing to let her get used to my size.
While I waited for her to adjust, my hand stroked her smooth skin, running over the soft globes of her ass and up the curve of her spine. The higher I went, the more of my cock eased into her — filling her until finally I was buried to a hilt in her tight, perfect pussy. It felt like heaven wrapped sweetly and snugly around me.
Straightening up, my hands moved to her hips, grasping them firmly as I rolled my hips, slow and lazy at first, enjoying the sensation of her gripping and rippling around me. Hannah's hands squeezed the pillow in a death grip as she rocked back into me.
She was so fucking beautiful. And so fucking mine.
"Fuck yes," I groaned, driving back in and filling her in one stroke. "I missed this."
Every night without her had kept me up with dreams of this, of being with her. I found myself reaching for her several times a night, an uncomfortable emptiness taking root each time I remembered she was gone. She thought I was driving here every night to prove something to her, but it was actually because I needed it. I needed to have her back in my arms — especially knowing we might not have another chance for a while.
My grip on her tightened as I tugged her hips back to meet my thrusts, burying my cock in her over and over again, hissing with pleasure each time she clenched around me. I wasn't going fast, but I was going deep, gliding in and out of her pussy as I made sure to rub against all the spots that had her crying out into her pillow — more and more as her orgasm quickly approached.
"You feel so fucking good, babe," I gritted my teeth, my muscles straining as I held back from pounding into her. When I pressed deep, rocking my hips against her ass, her core suddenly tightened and her thighs began to shake.
Her head turned and she gasped, "Oh, God—"
I felt her whole body tremble and shake beneath me, and she whimpered as she clutched at the pillow, burying her face once again. The orgasm tore through her, and her pussy fluttered around my cock, inviting me to join her. But I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to come as I kept fucking her, determined to enjoy the feeling of her coming around my cock before I let go.
"Tristan," she cried softly, shivering as her climax continued to ravage her body, refusing to let up as I kept fucking her, hammering at her G-spot over and over again mercilessly.
"That's it, babe," I murmured, gently squeezing her hips in my grip, "Just relax and let me take care of you. Trust me to make you feel good." My hand glided around her waist and over her quivering stomach — finding her clit and applying a firm pressure as I rubbed the swollen nub.
She jerked in my grip, crying into the pillow as I forced her body into another orgasm, and this time, I followed her.
My fingers dug into the skin of her hips as I plunged my cock to the hilt, shuddering as a blinding pleasure exploded behind my eyes, sapping all of the strength from my body as I buried every inch inside of her and let go, my cum filling the condom in powerful, mind-numbing pulses, draining the rest of my sanity with it.
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Hannah
For the first time ever, I woke up before Tristan did.
The soft light of the early morning sun filtered into my room, casting a gentle glow over his sleeping form and offering a clear view of his face — so I used to opportunity to stare at him like a creep.
His too-pretty face, because of course he also looked hot when he was sleeping, looked peaceful and kind of majestic. It almost irritated how perfectly his long eyelashes fanned over his cheeks, or the endearing curls that lay across his forehead — lending him an air of boyish innocence. But then you looked down and only corded muscle met your eyes, removing any innocent thoughts.
Smiling to myself, I couldn't resist reaching up to brush his hair out of his face, mainly using it as an excuse to touch him. Sometimes, the intensity of my feelings for him overwhelmed me, leaving me almost breathless with the need to touch him — to reassure myself that he was real, and here with me, and all mine.
Feeling those emotions swelling painfully in my chest, I whispered into the quiet morning air, "I love you."
A few peaceful moments passed before his lips curled into a devious smile and his arms tightened their hold around me, pulling me into his chest as I gasped upon discovering he was awake.
"Say that again," he demanded, voice husky and deep.
"How long have you been awake?" Oh God, did he know I'd been giving him the Edward Cullen treatment?
"Long enough to feel you perving over me. Now say it again."
But I'd lost all my nerves now. "I wasn't perving over you. I was just..." I struggled to find an excuse — because let's face it, I wasn't exactly good at making them believable.
Suddenly, I found myself on my back, with him hovering over me, eyes now open and looking down at me. "Did you mean it?"
I could have kept playing dumb, but that was a waste of both of our time.
"Yes," I answered with a small smile, running my hand up his chest and around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. "I meant it," I repeated, swallowing hard. "I love you, Tristan."
His smile was blinding — and mirrored my own happiness. "I love you too." He ducked down to quickly kiss me. "So much that it physically pains me to be away from you. You've become my rock and I can never stay away — that's why these next couple of months are gonna be especially painful." He kissed my forehead next, lingering as he said, "But don't worry, with lots of phone sex and perseverance, we'll get through this."
Oh shit. I'd completely forgotten to tell him.
Laughing, I pulled his head down to mine and kissed his smiling lips. I pulled back slightly before he could deepen the kiss, whispering, "Actually... I'm staying."
His brows furrowed in confusion. "You're staying?"
"I'm staying," I confirmed, nodding. "I'm not going to Kansas. I'm going to stay here, at Dale."
Instead of the happy reaction I expected, he pulled back, his frown deepening. "Hannah, please tell me you aren't staying because of me? I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me."
I shook my head. "No—" I winced, "Well, a little, I won't lie, but," I hurried to clarify, "I think even if you weren't in the equation, I'd want to stay. When you're gone, I'll still be here. And I like it here."
He relaxed, leaning closer again. "Okay, if that's your decision, then I'll respect it. Though, it does make me feel better knowing you'll be taken care of while I'm gone."
"What do you mean?"
He chuckled, "Babe, everyone knows you're mine. I haven't exactly been quiet about that fact. And some of the guys know just how far I'll go for you — to protect you, so they'll keep an eye out for you while I'm not here. Don't worry, they're not going to be actively watching you at all times, but if you ever need help, like with Tate, you can go to them. Or if they see you need help, they'll step in."
My God, I could just picture it now. Little ol' me in front of big ol' them, asking for help. He was crazy if he thought I had the nerve to even approach them. Sure, I'd gotten to know some of the guys, and I liked them, but that didn't mean I thought we had the kind of relationships where I could ask them for help. It was such a foreign concept to me.
"I can see your mind working overtime behind those pretty blue eyes. How about I..." He moved down my body, looking up at me just before his head disappeared beneath the blankets, "take your mind off things?"
He was gone before I could reply, spreading my thighs over his broad shoulders. I quickly glanced at the time and saw that we still had a couple of hours before my mother would be up to bother me. Which meant we had plenty of time.
I still couldn't believe that here I was, with my new boyfriend, sneaking around my mother's back at this age, but at least every day was an adventure with Tristan. And now that I knew we loved each other, we were going to work on our shit, and most importantly — that we had each other's backs, I felt a whole lot more secure about us. I actually couldn't wait to begin the next chapter of my life with him.
But for now, it was important to focus on the present — the present being the tongue that circled my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I leaned back, biting my lip to silence my moans as I closed my eyes and lost myself to the pleasures of Tristan Beckett's skilled tongue.