The Love Hater: Chapter 24

“Sullivan…”

I stay rooted to the spot, waiting to see what her next move will be. Waiting to see if she wants me like I want her.

My name breathed so softly from her lips has my eyes hooding with lust as I stare down at her. She rises on her toes and lightly dusts her lips over mine with trepidation like she’s testing out how it feels.

“Say the word, Tate,” I whisper. “Let me kiss you.”

She sinks her teeth into her pouty lower lip, looking at me from beneath her lashes, still toeing that line between what her body wants and what her head is telling her to do.

I cradle her face in a way that leaves no room for hesitation, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs. “I want to kiss you so badly. Let me. Please.”

She nods. It’s so slight that if I weren’t enraptured by her every move, I’d miss it.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Thank you.”

I crush my lips to hers, the move making us stumble back into the piano. I drop my hand to her hip, squeezing it as I steady her.

“Tate,” I groan.

She’s had me wanting her for weeks. She’s in my dreams, in my head. She’s every-fucking-where.

I’m ready to devour her, but she’s frozen in place like she can’t move.

“Kiss me back. Really fucking kiss me, Tate. I need you in this with me,” I plead, sliding a hand to her neck, pinning her gently in place as I drag my tongue over the seam of her mouth. “Let me in, Baby.”

She sucks in a breath as if she’s remembering where she is.

Then she surges forward, answering my prayers, meeting me in the middle with a wild hunger that rivals my own.

Our mouths crash together. It’s a crushing kiss. One that ignites the blood in my veins and draws a deep groan from my chest. It’s a kiss that has me delving deeper and deeper, seeking to tether her to me. To make sure she’s right here alongside me. Feeling this undeniable pull between us.

I snag her lower lip between my teeth and bite down gently on it until she whimpers.

“You’re so damn sexy, you know that?”

I lean over her, swallowing her small gasps as I take, and take, and take. Using my tongue to taste her, to steal her whimpers and store them away to replay in my head when I’m alone.

I fucking obliterate her final hesitations about what we’re doing. Kissing her the way I want to. The way I need to.

Deep, urgent, raw.

A man possessed.

“Sullivan,” she gasps.

I break apart so she can breathe, resting my forehead against hers. “Don’t ask me to stop,” I beg, even though it sounds more like a command. “Please don’t ask me to stop.”

She shakes her head, before grabbing my hair and dragging my mouth down to hers with renewed urgency. Her tongue seeks mine, matching me stroke for stroke, as eager for my taste as I am for hers.

“Oh my God,” she pants as I drop my hands to those fucking curves of her hips and yank her body against mine.

She gasps as my cock presses into her.

“This is what you do to me,” I growl, flexing the thick length against her so she can appreciate just how painfully hard I am.

I need to be inside her, burying myself to the hilt. It’s more than an obsession now; it’s goddamn essential to my survival.

“Tate,” I moan. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

I dig my fingers into her flesh, my mouth dropping to suck the point where her pulse is pounding in her neck. I could bite right through her flesh. Drink her down. I’m that fucking starved to get a taste of her. There’s no time for subtle. She needs to understand how crazed I am for her. She’s consumed my mind for weeks.

Her curves. Her defiance when she stands up to me. Her damn obliviousness to the way I stalk her with my eyes like a predator when she’s in my apartment. When she’s in my kitchen teaching my daughter how to cook. When she’s playing my piano and filling my home with laughter and lightness and… her.

Whatever she’s doing, I see it. I watch. I notice every single thing. And it’s fueled the obsession to have her more each day, until it’s become too powerful for me to resist.

“Sullivan,” she whines, clawing at my shirt as she drops her head back, exposing more of her neck.

I suck it roughly, knowing I’ll leave a mark. But I don’t care. I want her marked by me. I want her to look in the mirror and remember this. Remember how damn good it is with me.

“That feels amazing,” she mewls, sliding her hand between us to the front of my pants.

Her touch is soft and slow.

I grab her wrist and hold it still.

“That’s it, get a good hold on it, Baby.” My breath stutters in fevered groans as she wraps her fingers around my dick and I drag her hand up and down, jerking myself roughly. “Treat it like you own it.”

“You like it like this?” she breathes.

“God, yes. Don’t stop,” I grit, shoving her dress up around her waist. I yank her panties to the side and curse as I swipe through silky wetness.

“Sullivan,” she moans.

“Soaked for me,” I growl in appreciation.

She gasps as I sink two fingers inside her. I should take it slow. But fuck…

“Knew you’d feel good. I fucking knew it.” I look down at my palm meeting her skin with each forward thrust.

I’m rough, taking my cues from the way she’s crooning my name and clawing at my hair as she pulls me in for another kiss.

“When was the last time a man made you come?” I ask, pulling back to look at her heaving cleavage.

I drag down one side of her dress, freeing her breast.

Pink nipples. Goddamn perfect.

“I don’t… Oh lord!” She whimpers as I close my lips around her nipple and suck.

“Don’t what? Don’t remember?” I alternate between kisses and bites over the heavy flesh surrounding it, before sucking on her tightly puckered nipple again.

“I can’t…” she pants as I fuck her with my fingers and circle her nipple. “God, Sullivan, don’t stop.”

“Wild fucking horses couldn’t stop me right now, Tate.”

I take the weight of her breast in my palm and knead it, teasing that delicious pink nipple with my teeth.

“Jesus, you’re so sexy.”

She rubs me faster through my pants, and I match her pace, burying my fingers inside her.

“Oh God… Oh my God… I…”

Her lower stomach tenses and a fresh wave of wetness flows into my palm as she clenches around my fingers.

“That’s it, Baby. Let it go. Come all over my hand like a good girl.”

“God, yes,” she cries.

“That’s it.” I rise so I can see her expression.

“Sullivan,” she whispers, her pupils dilating.

I drag in a breath, almost choking on it as her eyelashes flutter uncontrollably and her cheeks flush brightly.

“Tate?”

She nods, answering my unspoken question.

“Good girl.” I exhale roughly. “Good. Fucking. Girl.”

A whimper escapes her and her back bows.

She’s silent for a beat.

Then she sucks in a breath and lets it shatter out in a cry as she comes. “Sullivan! I can’t… fuck… I’m coming, I’m… oh fuckfuckfuck…”

I look into her trusting blue eyes as she comes apart for me, riding each clench and wave out with me, sharing every part of her pleasure with me as she keeps her eyes locked on mine.

Like a fucking goddess.

“Sullivan,” she whines my name in awe as her orgasm fades, like she was in ecstasy, and I’m the one who put her there.

“Come with me.”

I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her trembling legs around my waist.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Where I’ve dreamed of seeing you.”

I carry her into my bedroom and drop her onto the bed, standing back to look at her. Her red hair fans out against the white sheets like a scorching flame.

I unbutton my shirt as I drink her in.

“Take your dress off.”

She complies slowly, watching me undress as she reaches around and slides down her zipper. Her eyes roam over my chest before dipping lower and snagging on the tented fabric of my pants.

“Don’t get distracted,” I scold as I unfasten my belt.

Her eyes glitter, and she slips the dress from her shoulders rolling it down her body, uncovering inch after inch of soft, smooth, feminine flesh.

“Now your bra and panties.”

I drag my zipper down, my cock twitching as I shove my pants down and step out of them.

Tate’s eyes darken as they fix on my erection straining inside my boxers. I study her as I push them down and free my cock. Her eyes widen and her mouth pops open in a silent gasp.

My lips twitch and I make a show of wrapping my hand around my dick and giving it a slow stroke.

“Now show me what I’m getting,” I rasp, gesturing to her deep blue silk lingerie that’s still covering too much of her body.

She unclasps her bra at the front and her magnificent tits spill free, both nipples puckered into delicious pink peaks.

I squeeze my cock and the end of it drips.

“Keep going.” My voice comes out strained.

She wriggles, hooking her thumbs underneath the sides of her panties and lifting her hips from the bed in order to slide them off.

It’s the little arch of her hips that does it.

Like an invitation.

I lose all fucking patience.

“Fuck!”

I grab her legs and lift them onto my shoulders. I don’t give her time to react. I sink my face between her thighs and press my mouth against her soaking flesh, my body going taut as her taste hits my tongue.

“Fuck, yes, oh sweet Jesus…” I groan.

I suck and lick and grunt and swallow, eating up her quivering little pussy like my life depends on it.

“Sullivan.” She arches on the bed, her hands twisting my hair at the roots. “Oh my God, You’ll make me come again.”

“Exactly what I was aiming for,” I murmur against her skin, holding her eyes as I scissor my fingers, parting her and exposing her clit to me.

I tongue the sweet swollen flesh, watching the way her back bows.

“Please,” she whimpers. “It’s… oh my God… so good…”

I press my lips to her, humming a soft tune before I continue to work her with my tongue.

“What… what is that?” she moans.

“Don’t you recognize it?”

She stares at me as I hum the song against her again.

“It feels…” Her eyes roll and her grip on my hair tightens.

“Feels beautiful,” I say, humming and licking her again.

“Sullivan… Oh fuck.”

She comes on my tongue, sending a rush of wetness that I swallow down with a rough curse, hungry for more.

I keep kissing and sucking, pinning her down by her hips when she tries to pull back and get away from me.

“It’s so sensitive. Stop,” she squeals.

I close my eyes, kissing between her legs with a tortured groan.

“I could do that all night,” I tell her as I move up onto my knees. I keep her legs held to my shoulders so she’s lying beneath me as I kneel over her.

“I want to be inside you so damn much, Tate,” I say, gripping my cock with one hand and running it up and down through her wetness, watching the swollen lips of her pussy part for me in invitation. “But you’ll have to take me bare if you want me.”

“You don’t use condoms?” She frowns at me, her cheeks glowing from her orgasm.

“I always use them. But I don’t have any in the house.”

I rub my cock over her clit, inhaling sharply as it touches my slit and my precum drips onto it. I don’t want to use one with her, even if I did have some. I want to feel every damn inch as I slide inside her. I want to watch her eyes widen at that first stretch as I take her.

“You’ll be safe if you say yes. Are you on birth control?”

“The pill,” she answers, studying me like she’s confused.

“What is it?” I turn my head and kiss her leg propped up on my shoulder.

She shakes her head. “Nothing.”

I run my hand up and down her leg, pressing kisses to it as I gaze down at her.

“Can we do this, Tate?”

I tap the glistening crown of my cock against her clit, loving the way her lower lip trembles in response.

“Yes,” she breathes.

Thank fuck.

I hold my cock in position, pinning my eyes on hers as I feed the fat head inside her.

“Oh…” Her pupils blow wide, and her body resists me.

“You’re so wet. It’ll feel good in a minute. Just relax.”

She gasps beneath me as I push forward, sinking inside her tight wet heat with a grunt. “So fucking good.”

“That’s so⁠—”

“You feel full?” I run my tongue over my teeth and look down at her stretched around me. My cock is hard as steel and shining with her arousal at the point she’s taken me up to.

“Yeah, you’re big.”

“I know I am. But we’re almost there,” I soothe.

“What?” Tate lifts her head from the pillow and looks down her body. Her eyes widen when she sees how much more of my cock she still has to take.

“You like watching?” I bite my lower lip with an appreciative moan. “Me too.”

I grab a spare pillow and slide it under her ass, so it’s lifted higher.

On a goddamn platter just for me.

“Fuck, you look good like this.” I kiss her leg again and reach forward with both hands, grabbing her tits and squeezing them. They’re round, full and fuckable. The image of sliding my cock between them makes me twitch inside her.

Tate whimpers at the movement and I take my opportunity to push the rest of the way inside her until my balls meet her skin.

“Fuck, yes.” I tilt my head back to the ceiling and exhale slowly, closing my eyes to savor it.

Damn, I needed this.

I slide out and drive back inside her, keeping my head back and my eyes closed, relishing the feeling of her sucking me back in. The coiled muscles of my torso pop beneath my skin as I bottom out inside her again.

Dropping my head back down, I peel my eyes open and look at her through hooded lids. “So fucking good, Baby.”

I pull back and thrust in harder making her tits bounce.

She gazes up at me as I build up a rhythm, my eyes glued to those fucking magnificent tits as they move.

But it’s not enough. I want to be so deep inside her that she doesn’t know where I end, and she begins.

I curl one hand around her hip and plant the other next to her head, folding her beneath me until her knees are almost touching her ears.

“This is how I’ve dreamed of you. Beneath me with my cock buried inside you.” I pump my hips, and I steal her gasp, kissing it from her lips and swallowing it down.

I want all her whimpers, all her cries.

All her goddamn noises.

Mine.

I thrust again. The angle is deep, but I can’t move fast enough. I can’t do it hard enough. I need to fuck her the way my body is screaming at me to.

“Tate,” I groan, kissing her again and sliding my tongue against hers. “You’re fucking delicious. Now hold on.”

I move back, widening my knees and pushing them into the mattress for leverage. My forearm strains as I keep a hand planted by her head, and her hip grasped inside an iron grip with the other.

Then I let her have it.

I slam into her again over and over. She can’t move beneath me, except to push her tits up as her spine curls from pleasure.

“Fuck, like that,” I urge. “Like fucking that, Baby. Do you know how good you feel?” I grind out, driving harder, deeper.

I thrust in and out, my cock getting covered in her slick arousal.

I grunt. “That’s it, Baby. Cream my cock up for me. Why don’t you come again and milk it for me, because I’m so damn close.”

“Sullivan… that’s…” Tate mewls as I drive my hips with force, slamming into her.

She shudders and lets out a whine.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I praise as her pussy strangles my cock like she’s barely managing to take all of me stuffed so deep inside her.

I keep fucking her. Hard and deep. I hold onto her hip, sinking my fingers into her flesh so hard I know she’ll have bruises.

“So, so, good,” she pants.

“I knew we’d be good together,” I hiss. “A body like yours was made to drive me wild. Look at it.”

My gaze drops to her magnificent juicy tits, bouncing up and down her chest.

“Perfection, Baby. Just what I fucking needed.”

I thrust hard again and sink my teeth into my lower lip.

“Sullivan!” Tate cries, rippling around my cock like she’s trying to wring it out.

“That’s it, squeeze me.” I turn and nip her leg, as my balls draw tight to my body. “Come all over that cock, Baby. Give it to me.”

She holds my eyes, her brows pinched together and her mouth wide open as she lets go and comes with a cry.

No… a scream.

It’s been weeks since I’ve heard that kind of noise from a woman. But none have ever sounded as good as Tate’s.

Euphoria floods my brain and my vision blurs as the end of my cock throbs, ready to explode.

“I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come, Tate.”

My ears fill with the deep relief of my groan as I release and come deep inside her.

We hold each other’s gazes, pupils dilating, locked in a moment where nothing else exists. Both witnessing the other unravel and tip over into bliss, letting it take us because it’s no longer under our control.

We aren’t in control.

I’m not in control.

My chest tenses, and my head grows light.

Spurt after spurt spills from me inside her as I pin her in place beneath me. My vision blurs as I fight to stay focused on her eyes. She’s looking up at me with so much desire. So much… feeling.

She wriggles in my grasp, but I tighten my hold on her hip and keep her still, the need to finish outweighing everything else.

Shadowed memories of drowning in grief flood back to me, ripping the air from my lungs.

This is what I do.

I fuck.

Needing the sweet relief it brings.

Needing to just fucking come to function.

The instinct to take what I need is suddenly overwhelming, pounding in my ears, tearing at my chest.

“Take it,” I grunt.

I give her hip a firm squeeze and force out as much from my body as possible, tensing my abs and doing all I can to make sure I’m getting rid of it all.

“Fuck, Baby, that’s it.”

The final drops leave my body, and I shudder with a rough exhale, screwing my eyes closed.

“Sullivan…” Tate’s sweet voice murmurs my name and soft, delicate hands reach up, brushing my hair back from my forehead.

I can sense the happy, trusting smile on her face without needing to see it.

Fuck.