Love to Hate You

by Jennifer Sucevic

  Carter groans and I do it again.

  Thanks to the ladies first rule, the edge has been taken off my arousal. Carter isn’t so lucky. He looks ready to burst out of his skin. I’ve never made any bones about wanting to torture him. And here’s my chance.

  Although, I never imagined it would be sexually.

  I may not have the vast experience Carter does, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

  I guess we’re about to find out just how much pleasure he can withstand.

  Challenge accepted.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Carter

  Fuck me.

  As wrong as this is, I don’t think anything has ever felt more right. The way her tongue laps against the head of my cock is pure nirvana. She’s taking these long slow swipes. Watching Daisy’s tongue dance across my dick is the biggest fucking turn on in the world. My eyes nearly cross when she licks me from the tip to the root and then laps at my clean-shaven balls.

  Holy Mother of God.

  Can I get an amen?

  Gahhhhh.

  The pleasure rolling through me is almost suffocating. I’m not sure how I’m going to last more than a few minutes of this sweet torture and she hasn’t even sucked my dick yet. I wasn’t sure how Daisy would feel about the whole shaving situation south of the border, but from the way she’s stroking me, she seems like a fan.

  You know what started the manscaping?

  A stupid bet that I lost sophomore year of college. I’ll tell you what, it’s the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I was pleasantly surprised by the reaction the boys were greeted with the first time I hooked up. Without the jungle of hair, they got a hell of a lot more play time.

  So I kept up with the maintenance.

  Can it be a pain in the ass?

  Sure, it’s time consuming. But oh-so-worth it.

  And since I enjoy a nice smooth pussy, I totally get it.

  Hey, I’m not going to ask a girl to do something I’m not willing to do myself.

  You’re welcome.

  Kneeling between my legs, Daisy lavishes attention on one ball before slowly shifting to the other. I close my eyes and enjoy her talented tongue.

  “I love how smooth they are,” she whispers in awe, confirming my suspicions.

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  Because God knows that I’m enjoying the fuck out of what she’s doing. I nearly swallow my tongue when she sucks one ball into her mouth and pops it free.

  Holy hell.

  Who is this girl and where did she learn to do that?

  Better question—will she do it again?

  I’m hovering at the precipice, and that little maneuver pushes me closer to blowing my wad. She gives the other one an equal amount of attention and licks her way up my shaft. Her tongue swirls over the throbbing head. Flattening her tongue, she caresses the delicate underside.

  My fingers sink into her hair. I’ve spent years wondering what the texture would feel like. It’s more amazing than I imagined.

  There are times when you want something so badly, that you build it up until the actual experience turns out to be a letdown.

  Just to be clear, this is not one of those situations.

  Not even close.

  Being with Daisy is so much better than I ever dreamed. We’re talking years of denied desire raging like a beast inside me. I’m not sure if a freight train barreling down the tracks could stop this from happening.

  Especially when Daisy sucks my dick into her mouth.

  Holy fuck.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and arch off the bed. All of my muscles tighten as she moves up and down my boner. Every time I disappear inside her mouth, she takes me deeper than before.

  My balls tighten as an orgasm stirs within them.

  Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock and strangle it in a chokehold. My hips gyrate with her movements. The suction of her mouth is the best fucking feeling in the world. I have no idea if it’s because she’s a champ at giving head or if it’s because this is Daisy, the girl I’ve spent years fantasizing about.

  It has to be the latter. What I feel has everything to do with her.

  My fingers tunnel through her hair. Not wanting to come in her mouth, I push her away.

  “I’m going to come.” I urge her back, but she doesn’t budge. “Daisy, you need to—”

  Oh fuck.

  Too late.

  When her mouth constricts around my cock, I lose it. I must be halfway down her throat.

  I chant her name as my muscles tighten and an orgasm streaks through my body. Not once does she release her hold. Her lips wrapped around my cock as I spill my seed is like a goddamn revelation. My balls are empty, but Daisy continues to milk every drop from my shaft.

  I’m a little lightheaded after that experience. I pry my eyes open and gather up her hair into my hands, so I can watch her lips move against my hard flesh.

  “Fuck, Daisy,” I slur lazily. “That was amazing.”

  My entire body is depleted and relaxed. If I’m not careful, I might slip into a coma. With one last suck, she releases my softening cock and nuzzles the head, pressing a kiss against the place where the tip should be.

  But isn’t.

  Because it feels like I blew the damn thing off.

  I slip my hands under her arms and haul her up, so I can kiss her. Our tongues entwine as I drape her across my chest. There’s something comforting about her weight pressed against me, anchoring me to the earth.

  It’s a fucked-up thought. One that should scare the shit out of me. I brace myself and wait for panic to set in. But it doesn’t. I tighten my arms around Daisy and lock her in place.

  We’re both quiet. Maybe processing what just happened.

  For once, words don’t seem necessary.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Carter

  I wake well-rested, as if I’ve slept a full twenty-four hours. It’s like my mind clicked off and I stopped worrying about my future, my mom, and everything else that eats away at me in the dark. I can’t remember the last time I woke feeling this energized. The urge to throw off the sheets, grab some athletic shorts, and go for a five-mile run hums through my blood.

  I stretch, ready to attack the day.

  Mid-flex, I realize that I’m not alone. A warm body is curled next to me. Just as my cock stirs with interest, it hits me like a ton of bricks who I ended up in bed with last night.

  Daisy.

  After years of pent up need, I finally had a taste of her sweet pussy. And then she returned the favor with the best damn blow job of my life.

  Fuuuuuck.

  What the hell did I do?

  No, seriously.

  What the hell did I just do?

  I drag a hand over my face. The last wisps of sleepiness disappear and I’m wide awake. I swear under my breath.

  Quietly.

  The last thing I want is to wake her. Not yet, anyway. Not until I figure out how I’m going to extract myself from the situation. I can’t believe I allowed this to happen. I’ve always held myself to a certain standard where Daisy is concerned. A line I refused to cross no matter how tempted. Last night, I didn’t just nudge my toe over the line, I fucking demolished it.

  Line?

  What line? There’s no fucking line.

  Not anymore.

  Did I say fuck already?

  Yeah, well…it bears repeating.

  Fuck!

  My gaze drops to Daisy. One of her arms is thrown over my body and a leg is tangled with mine. Her breasts are smashed against my side and the heat of her pussy burns my thigh. Normally, I can’t stand all this cuddling bullshit. I tend to need a little space after knocking boots. Both physically and emotionally. I’m looking for release, not entanglements. And I’m always upfront about that.

  Sure, you can stay the night. I’m not going to kick your ass out immediately. Contrary to what Daisy thinks, I’m not that much of a prick. Plus, I’m never against a secon
d round. Sometimes a third, if it’s particularly good and we have enough condoms on hand. But I have zero interest in pretending that screwing is anything more than that.

  But this…

  Already it feels different. Instead of feeling panicky, I want to pull her closer. More than that, I like it.

  I like the feel of her body next to mine.

  I like the way she fits against me.

  Kind of like we were made for one another.

  That being said, it can’t happen again.

  Not ever.

  Thank fuck we stopped short of having sex. Although, what we did last night was bad enough.

  No. That’s not right. It was fucking amazing, but still, it can’t happen again.

  Because I realize this is the last time I’ll hold her in my arms, I enjoy the warm weight of her body pressed against mine. The steady rise and fall of her chest with the deep, even breaths she takes soothes me. She’s like a drug. One I’ll never get enough of.

  It doesn’t matter if she understands my rationale for pushing her away. I’m doing what’s best for both of us. Hell, if I’m lucky, she’ll wake up and be horrified about what transpired and realize it’s a mistake that can’t be repeated.

  If that thought brings me a little pang of sadness, I push it away.

  The next twenty minutes are both heaven and hell on earth because I keep vacillating.

  Do I want more of this?

  Hell, yeah.

  Is there a way to make it work?

  No.

  It’s almost a blessing when Daisy stirs, stretching against me. The semi I’ve been rocking turns into a full-fledged boner. She’s fucking hot and I’ve wanted her since day one. My dick wants inside that sweet unicorn pussy. But that’s not about to happen.

  It.

  Can.

  Not.

  Happen.

  Her eyelids flutter open and her eyes pierce mine, slicing right to the heart of me. I know I’m in deep shit when her lips curve into a sexy smile and my breath gets clogged in my throat. Her hair is a tumbled mess draped across my chest. The urge to wrap the thick length around my hand pounds through me.

  But I don’t.

  Are you goddamn crazy?

  I can’t touch her any more than I have.

  Noah’s face materializes in my mind. I wince and think about how pissed he’d be if he found out that I’d touched her. Guilt floods through my body, nearly drowning me. Noah and I have been tight since football camp before freshman year. If I have an inner circle, he’s it. The rest of these guys, yeah, I like them. We’re all good. But I would never disclose any personal info to them.

  The fact that I put my hands all over his cousin doesn’t sit well with me. Daisy has always been off-limits. Noah doesn’t want his friends looking in her direction. He trusts me implicitly. And I broke that trust.

  Then there are his parents, Craig and Marnie. It’s doubtful they’d be happy about us being together. Especially knowing what they do about my family, which is everything. They’d want to protect their niece against someone like me. Someone who has a propensity for violence.

  There’s no denying that it runs in my blood.

  Who could blame them for wanting to keep their niece safe?

  Daisy deserves the best in life and that’s not me. It will never be me.

  You’d think those ugly thoughts would be enough to douse the flames growing inside me.

  They’re not.

  “Morning,” she murmurs huskily.

  If my dick weren’t already stiff from her naked form pressed against me, her sultry tone would do the trick. I’m rock hard and there’s not a damn thing that can be done about it.

  Well, there is…

  But that’s not happening.

  I clear my throat. “Morning.” There’s no point in prolonging the inevitable.

  “How’d you sleep?” she asks and stretches against me like a satisfied cat.

  I stifle a groan and she grins.

  “Good.” I’m not going to share just how well I slept with her in my arms. “You?”

  Sure, I’m hoping for—maybe expecting—a cocktail of guilt and regret, but that’s not what I get.

  “I slept well, thank you very much.” A sexy glint enters her eyes. I don’t realize that her fingers have detoured to my groin until they’re wrapped around my cock. “Although this was on my mind quite a bit.”

  My throat goes dry as I tamp down my rising arousal. Everything that needs to be voiced empties from my head. I arch as she strokes my dick, pumping her hand up and down the rigid length.

  How embarrassing would it be to come all over myself from a simple hand job? I can’t remember the last time that happened. Freshman year of high school maybe?

  “Did I happen to mention last night,” she says conversationally as if we’re discussing the weather, “that I love your shaved balls?”

  “Ahhhh…”

  Hell yeah, she mentioned it.

  At least a dozen times.

  The fact that a clean close shave is usually a crowd pleaser is exactly why I keep it like this.

  But the fact that Daisy likes it…

  Fuck.

  She loosens her grip and her fingers trail down to the base of my cock to play with my sac. As much as I enjoy her stroking my dick, I love this as well. It feels amazing.

  In a different way.

  It’s more relaxing.

  Sexy relaxing.

  Not I-want-to-fall-asleep relaxing.

  There’s a difference.

  A voice inside my head keeps asking what the hell I’m doing. But it’s so distant that I can barely make out the words over the blood rushing through my system. Clearly this kind of foreplay will only lead to one place and that’s with my cock filling her pussy. That image is enough to make me blow my load. I need to think about something else. I need to think about Noah and how pissed off he would be.

  Yeah…that’s not enough to deflate the monster erection I’m rocking thanks to Daisy’s talented fingers.

  So, I bring out the big guns.

  Craig and Marnie.

  But that’s not enough either.

  “Do you have a condom?” she asks, wrapping a hand around my dick.

  This girl…

  It’s a little disconcerting that she knows precisely what will drive me to the brink of insanity. But without a condom, we can’t have sex. No glove, no love, baby. That’s the golden rule.

  Her grip tightens until she has me in a chokehold and pumps my dick faster.

  Fuck me that feels amazing.

  Perspiration beads my forehead. I’m trying to hold back but it’s not working.

  “Carter? Do you have a condom?” she asks.

  Christ.

  If she would stop fondling me for one damn minute, I might be able to harness enough brain power to think straight, but she doesn’t give me a moment of relief.

  “Yeah.”

  And just like that, I fold like a cheap house of cards. I wish I could say that I was disappointed in myself but all I can think about is the way she’s stroking my cock, and how close to blowing my wad I am, and how much I want to be inside her pussy when that happens.

  The last thought does me in.

  “Bedside drawer,” I ground out.

  Daisy rolls to the side and pulls out a condom from the stash. I like to be prepared. Kind of like a Boy Scout. Using one hand and her teeth—which is hot as hell—she tears open the package and yanks back the sheet to straddle my thighs.

  She’s all about taking control and I can’t say that it’s not a turn on.

  What the hell am I saying?

  Everything this girl does is a turn on.

  Almost worshipfully, she strokes her fingers up and down my erection.

  “God, you’re huge,” she whispers.

  That kind of talk certainly isn’t going to help deflate this motherfucker. If anything, I grow even harder. Almost as if my cock is preening from her praise. A long growl
leaves my lips as she continues caressing my length.

  I need to say something.

  What kind of douche has sex with a girl and then tells her afterward that it can’t happen again?

  I can’t do that to Daisy. No matter how much I want in that unicorn pussy. I’ve been a prick in the past, but I’m not a douche.

  There’s a difference.

  Sleeping with her and then pulling the plug will only inflict more pain.

  I squeeze my eyes closed and suck in a deep breath. I need to wrangle my emotions back under control. No one has ever made me lose my cool. No one forces me to feel something I don’t want to. Thanks to my father, I learned at an early age how to manage unwanted emotions. And that’s by shutting them down and burying them so deep that they never see the light of day again.

  But Daisy has blown all my coping strategies to hell. And I don’t like it. Not one damn bit. I’ve seen what losing control can do. It’s dangerous. You crack open the door a tiny bit and suddenly every monster you’ve ever kept locked away escapes.

  That thought does what Noah and his parents were unable to accomplish. When I open my eyes again, all the lust and desire that had been churning through my system dissolves.

  Daisy sits astride my thighs with her gaze trained on my dick.

  My now softened dick.

  At least thoughts of my father are good for something.

  Her brows beetle together as she stares at my junk.

  I blow out a breath and keep all the emotion from my voice. “This can’t happen, Daisy.”

  My heartbeat slows. The blood roaring through my veins and more obviously, to my cock, dissipates. Finally…finally I have some semblance of control back. There’s still time to turn this around.

  “What we did last night, it shouldn’t have happened. We both know it.” Because I’m the asshole in this situation, I give her an easy out. “You were drinking, and I took advantage of you.”

  Daisy rears back as if I’ve slapped her upside the head. Any sleepy sexiness that had been clouding her eyes disappears.

  “Took advantage of me?” she repeats. “Are you out of your mind?”

  “Not at all.” I clear my throat. “I shouldn’t have allowed the situation to get so out of hand.”