Love at First Hate

by Muriel Garcia

  “Are you alright?” Nate asks me.

  “Never been better.” I look up at him and smile. I’ve never felt better, something shifted inside of me. Something good.

  Fuck me sideways.

  Who knew that having the right person fuck you would feel so fucking amazing?

  I never expected things to be like this; to have sex on a plane and my first time with Matt in all the wrong places, but I don’t regret a thing.

  I do, however, wonder what’s going through his head. He’s been standing still for a minute while being buried deep inside of me.

  At long last, he starts moving his hips. His left hand holding my hips while his right hand is pressed on top of mine on the counter. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Matt goes very slowly, letting me feel, letting me enjoy this moment.

  The first wave of pain when he penetrated me was long gone. The pleasure quickly replaced it. He’s a mindful lover, kissing my neck and sucking on my ear.

  Our eyes rarely break contact through the mirror. I didn’t want to miss any second of watching this beautiful man making me his, making me feel whole.

  He slowly starts to pick up the pace and goes deeper. I’m stuck between him and the counter, and I’m not going to complain. I don’t care where we are and if there are a shit load of people outside the door or if we could get into trouble. It’ll be well worth it for what is happening right now.

  His right hand leaves mine, and he starts to caress my ass and up my back, placing his hands on my shoulders. He picks up the pace and the strength of his thrusts. His balls slapping against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Heat is building up inside of me. He is getting more dominant, more aggressive with each thrust, and I don’t mind one bit. It feels amazing to feel him let go and fuck me how he pleases to make us come.

  He accelerates more and more, and I can’t stop the moans escaping my mouth. He places his hand over my mouth, smirking at me in the mirror as he fucks me hard and long, resting his other hand on the counter for balance. With each look in the mirror, he stops for a second and gives me a deep, hard thrust, making his cock reach deep inside of me.

  Quickly, we are both panting, and I find myself thrusting back into him, making him go deeper and faster inside of me. I need my release as bad as he does.

  He lets out a long groan, and he comes, emptying himself inside the condom. He rests his forehead against my shoulder as he catches his breath before pulling out of me. He disposes of the condom in the trashcan and turns me around. He gets down on his knees and starts to suck me.

  I hold his face in my hands and guide him, getting more comfortable with him every second that passes. He has a smile playing on the corner of his lips as I fuck his mouth. He lets me do as I please, and it doesn’t take me long to empty myself into his mouth and down his throat.

  He moans as he sucks and licks me clean, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Fuck,” I groan.

  “You could say that.” He chuckles and stands up, doing his pants up as I do mine.

  “That was mind-blowing.” I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips; it’s such a turn on.

  “I’m glad it was, babe.”

  “Was it good for you?” I ask, slightly confused.

  “Best sex I’ve ever had.” He blows out a breath.

  “Are you okay?”

  “More than, I’m slowly realizing what I’ve been missing these past few years, and I’m glad I finally have it in my life,” he says with a serene expression on his face.

  “And what’s that?”

  “Being with someone who means so much to me and who makes me truly happy.” He looks up at me, smiling that beautiful smile of his.

  “Be still my heart,” I mumble.

  “I’m glad I can make you feel that way too.” He wraps his arms around me and embraces me chuckling.

  “You do, more than you can imagine.” I hold him close to me, and too soon we are exiting the bathroom and going back to our seats.

  I don’t know what I was expecting from having sex with a man for the first time. I was scared I’d feel pain and be uncomfortable and feel awkward. It was the most natural thing I’ve ever done. Being with Matt is just natural. It feels amazing. I feel happy and loved, or at least appreciated when I’m around him.

  He makes me feel things I never thought were possible, and just the fact that we are both feeling the same way reassures me that maybe, just maybe things will be alright for once.

  I’m scared shitless of Lindsey showing up out of nowhere and fucking up mine and Matt’s plans for this coming week, but I can’t live in fear of what might happen. I haven’t seen or heard from her since that night at the restaurant. I’m not even sure if she knows I’ll be in Hawaii with my sister and her friends.

  We haven’t defined what we are, and I don’t feel like we have to. It’s pretty obvious to the both of us, not by our actions but by what we’ve said to each other. I’m quickly falling for him, and I am scared of what could go wrong because let’s face it, I haven’t been the luckiest when it comes to relationships. Maybe it’s because I was with the wrong person all along.

  I can’t wait to start another chapter of our new story together.

  The rest of the flight was pretty normal compared to how it started.

  We had some more food, a couple of drinks, and watched a couple of episodes of Strangest Things. We’re both obsessed with that show now.

  I’m sure one of the air hostess suspects that we’ve had some fun in the bathroom considering the looks she was giving us. She seemed more turned on than anything else, and I don’t blame her. Fucking Nate in the bathroom was an eye opener for me. I was with the wrong person all along and put myself through hell with John for nothing, but everything happens for a reason, right? I might not have ended up with Nate had things not gone down when they did with John. I’m not dwelling on the past, but it’s just funny how things go.

  Nate and I are in a taxi, driving us to our hotel to start our festivities. I’m sure we’ll be separated until tomorrow, but I feel like we both need some time to reflect on what happened. So much has happened since the airport. Not only physically, but what was said, it’s crazy.

  The craziest is that Nate feels the same way as I do, which is reassuring and terrifying. It’s reassuring for obvious reasons, but it’s terrifying me because it means we both have the power to hurt each other, even if we wouldn’t want to. That’s the part I don’t like about relationships, knowing you could hurt someone deeply and ruin something good.

  “What’s on your mind?” He chuckles.

  “You’re asking that way too much.” I shake my head laughing.

  “I know, I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve asked that to each other today.”

  “Me too and I’m alright, just thinking about us.”

  “What about us?” Worry laces his voice.

  “Nothing bad, babe. Don’t worry. I’m just wondering where things will go between us.”

  “Where do you want them to go?”

  “Very far. I really like you, Nate. I don’t want this to be just a holiday fling.”

  “Neither do I.”

  “That’s one thing less to worry about.” I chuckle.

  “What else is worrying you?”

  “It’s something I have all the time so it’s not just related to you. I have this fear of having the power to hurt each other while in a relationship. You know, you’re with someone, sharing your life, but there’s always that worry of what if you hurt them and break something good?”

  “You can’t think that way. It is like that for every relationship, but it’s not something that should rule your life.”

  “I know.” I blow out a breath.

  “Were you feeling that way with your exes?” he asks, and I know I have to tell him the truth.

  “Not with Spencer, it was just casual sex. With John it was only in the beginning, things turned to shit after that, and I didn’t care.”


  “So that means you’re really into me,” he says with a smug grin.

  “Oh fuck off.” I laugh.

  “I knew it, I’m irresistible.”

  “I created a monster.” We both laugh.

  “If I can butt into your conversation, you really shouldn’t let the worry of possibly hurting the other get to you. You’ll stop yourself from living in the moment, and that’s when things turn to shit. I don’t know your story, but I’d say you’re pretty close to each other and are in love with each other. You seem like the perfect couple. Don’t let silly worries break what you have. Life is too short to have that kind of worry. Have fun in Hawaii. Spend this week experiencing life together then go back to your normal life feeling refreshed and leave your worry here,” our driver says shocking me into silence. Am I the reason why things went to shit with John? Did I stop worrying and things went downhill after that?

  “You’re right, man,” Nate says to the driver.

  “Dammit,” I mutter under my breath.

  “Annoying when someone else is right huh?” our driver teases.

  “Yeah, more than you can imagine.” I chuckle.

  “Things might have changed with John, but from what you’ve told me, he’s not innocent in all of it. Don’t kick yourself about it. Besides, had you not dumped him, we wouldn’t be together.” Nate shrugs.

  “Oh, we would. I would have dumped him for you the minute we started flirting.” I chuckle.

  “That’s new.” He smirks.

  “How long have you two been together?” the driver asks.

  “Depends,” I scoff.

  “On?”

  “Well, we’ve known each other for over a year, have been flirting since January and have really been physically together since last night. So you take your pick.” I chuckle.

  “Fair enough. It seems like you’ve been together for longer than twenty-four hours. All that flirting has probably made you closer and started the relationship.”

  “It did. He’s my first too, which makes it all the more special.” Nate smiles and makes me swoon.

  “You two really make the perfect couple. This is you,” he says parking the taxi in front of a beautiful hotel. “It’ll be thirty-seven dollars. If you need a taxi while you’re here, here’s my card.” He hands it to me as I hand him a fifty-dollar bill.

  “You can keep the change, and we’ll give you a call for sure. Have a good night.” I get out of the taxi with Nate.

  “You too.” He waits for us to get our suitcases and drives away.

  “Are you going to listen to his advice?” Nate asks me.

  “Yes, I think I will.” I smile at him, and we walk into the hotel, hand in hand, wheeling our suitcases behind us.

  When we first get in, the hotel is magnificent. It’s luxurious and buzzing with people. It smells of vacation and happiness.

  We’re about to walk to the reception when someone jumps on me, nearly knocking me down.

  “What the hell?” I pull away and see it’s Haven. “What the hell is wrong with you, woman?” I laugh and hug her.

  “You made it!” she exclaims.

  “Of course I did, what did you think? That I’d let you two get married without me?”

  “Nah, I know you better. So you two huh?” She points between Nate and me.

  “Yes, and no I’m not going to answer any of your questions right now.” I smirk.

  “Spoilsport,” she pouts.

  “Always.” I chuckle and kiss her head.

  I introduce Nate to everybody. I know he’s met some of them before, but I can’t remember who. All of my friends are here, so it’s hard to remember. I’m glad my parents aren’t down tonight or it would have been nerve-wracking, especially for Nate, being introduced to the parents of your brand new boyfriend of a couple of hours. I can’t imagine it being an easy introduction.

  As we’re all chatting, his sister comes over with her friends, and we all greet each other before going our separate ways. They want to hit the nightclub located in the hotel while I just want to have a drink and go lie down. All these emotions have drained me.

  “I’ll shoot you a message when I’m heading up. We can plan something tomorrow,” Nate says quickly as the others are all talking.

  “Sounds good to me. Have fun, and don’t let them rope you into something weird.” I give him a playful worried look.

  “I’m scared already.” He chuckles and kisses me. The noise around us stops, and I enjoy the kiss, probably more than I should as I’m ready for round three with Nate. As we break the kiss, we are met with the eyes of all of our friends turned to us, massive grins on their faces.

  “I knew it!” Haven shouts making all of us laugh.

  “Yeah, you did.” I grin and kiss Nate again before he goes off with his sister. Apparently, she got the penthouse for all of them to be in just one room to make it easier for everybody. Smart thinking when you’re a group of young women traveling alone.

  I check in and go to my room to drop off my stuff. I join the others at the bar for a couple of drinks. We do end up talking about Nate, and it feels good talking about him as my boyfriend. It feels natural, and I couldn’t be happier that it finally happened. There’s still that niggling little voice in the back of my head telling me that something is going to go tits up. I just can’t put my finger on what, and that’s what’s doing my head in.

  Giggle. Scream. Giggle. Thud.

  What the hell is going on? I have an odd sense of déjà vu with what happened with Haven. Here’s my loud neighbor! I snort to myself.

  I check the time and see it’s just four in the morning. I groan and bang on the wall, hoping I’ve got the right wall or I’m fucked and will wake up the other neighbors.

  Someone bangs back on the wall and more giggles ensue. I’m hungover. I had way too many drinks with my friends, and I have a banging headache. I’m not in the mood for this kind of shit.

  I put my sweatpants on and march to the door. I grab my room key and go to the room next door and bang on the door.

  No answer.

  I bang again, and someone finally comes over. To my surprise, it’s Nate.

  “What the hell?” He doesn’t look amused, and I’m sure I don’t either.

  “I told you to be more quiet,” he whispers loudly in the room.

  “Care to tell me what the hell is going on?” I groan rubbing my eyes.

  “Someone is grumpy.” He chuckles.

  “No, someone is hungover and in need of sleep, and I was woken up by female giggles coming from your room.” I cross my arms over my chest. Now I’m not the jealous type, but I’m fucked off, especially when sleep deprived.

  “Jealous?” Nate matches my cocky attitude.

  “Yes.” I frown.

  “It’s just Madeline and her friends being loud.” He opens the door for me to see them jumping on the round bed in the middle of the room.

  “Matthew!” Madeline shouts and runs to me, jumping into my arms. I just have the time to catch her.

  “Bloody hell, woman! Calm your tits!” I shout, trying not to be too loud.

  “I love you, Matthew. I hope I’ll meet someone as good as you one day.” She cuddles into me and sighs.

  “You will. You’re a beautiful woman, and if I were into women, I’d try to woo you. Sadly, I like your brother’s dick better.” I shrug and make all of them laugh.

  “Take good care of his heart. He deserves someone as good as you,” she says sadly.

  “Thanks, babe, I will. Now, can you do something for me?” I ask her.

  “Anything you want, Matthew,” she says in her little voice.

  “First of all, it’s Matt. Not Matthew, you make me sound like an old man. Second, can you keep it down? I have a banging headache, and I could do with some sleep.” I smile at her.

  “You’ve got it.” She kisses my cheeks and hurries back inside.

  “I feel for you, stuck in there with them,” I tell Nate.

  “Thanks, I
appreciate it,” he says through tight lips.

  “Need a place to crash?” I chuckle.

  “Yes, please.” He groans and grabs one of the key cards. “I’ll see you lot for breakfast. Don’t do anything stupid, and be quiet!” he tells them before closing the front door and walking with me to my room.

  “Let’s hope they’ll listen.” I chuckle.

  “Want to know why they were so loud?” He grins turning me around.

  “Why?” I wrap my arms around him.

  “Because I told them about you and what happened.”

  “I take it they’re happy, but I hope you kept it PG-13.” I chuckle.

  “Yeah, don’t worry, I kept the details to myself, and yes they are happy. I’m happy too.” He smiles.

  “And me.” I kiss him deeply and walk him backward to the bed.

  Now would have been the perfect time for round three, but we just decide to cuddle and spend the night together. We’ll have plenty of other opportunities to have sex, and for once, I just want to enjoy the intimacy and build something strong for us.

  May 6, 2016

  I moan feeling something wet and warm wrap around my dick. I must be having one hell of a dream for me to feel it like it’s happening for real. A warm tongue licks the underside of my cock from base to tip in one long, expert move.

  My hips thrust up on their own, seeking more friction and contact. I reach down to stroke my cock, needing to release the sweet tension building inside of me. I grab the base of my length when I feel something vibrate around my cock. I jolt up and look down, seeing Matt perched above me and my cock, deep inside Matt’s perfect’s mouth. My dick twitches in his mouth, and he starts sucking harder, lying between my legs.

  I prop myself against two massive pillows and watch him go down on my dick. The view is amazing. It’s like he’s worshiping my cock and can’t get enough of it.

  He sucks me gently, taking it out of his mouth before taking it back again, teasing just the tip then taking it all in. My dick fits perfectly in his mouth, and each of his moves only elevates my pleasure and his, going by the sounds coming from Matt. I can feel the vibrations of his moans down to my soul. It’s like they are resonating through my body.