I Hate You, Love Me

by Jamie Knight

  I kissed him and then kissed down his muscular chest until I found myself on my knees. I was eye to eye with his cock. I could see a little bit of liquid at the hole. Unsure of what to do, I looked up at him.

  “Feel free to look around,” he said saucily.

  I touched it with my fingers. It was warm, but also strange to me. He appeared to be sensitive, especially when I touched his balls.

  “Easy,” he said.

  “I’m not sure what to do,” I said.

  “Come over here to the clean part of the floor,” he instructed. “Lay down.”

  I did as he instructed, and we laid down feet to head. Our genitals were about where our faces were. Seth lifted up my thigh and then looked down at me.

  “Now let your tongue do some exploring,” he said.

  Seth started licking my pussy and for the first few minutes, all I could do was moan. It was insanely good. Then I wanted to return the favor to Seth, so I started to lick his cock.

  At first, I was extremely tentative. I wasn’t sure I wanted to taste what came out of the top. There was something about that manly smell that turned me into, I don’t know, something animal.

  Licking his cock more earnestly, I accidently licked the top and I could taste the precum. It wasn’t bad, but I couldn’t really get a good taste. I started sucking the top of his cock and immediately I knew I was doing it right. Seth started to moan into my pussy as I moaned with his cock in my mouth. This went on for several glorious minutes, each one us pleasuring the other. Then he started to shake.

  “Oh. Oh, God. I’m going to cum,” he strained.

  I prepared to receive his gift in my mouth. It shot down my throat and was pumping out of his cock. I could feel it actually happening. The veins were pumping blood and my lips would experience the pulse before the semen ended up in my mouth. I liked the taste. It was meaty, salty and manly. I sucked it out of him as much as I could.

  “Ahhh. Oh, God,” he moaned. “Yeah.”

  I swallowed it all because why not. You can’t get pregnant that way. After a few seconds, Seth renewed his licking of my pussy and my clit. He brought me to orgasm several times. Like him, my whole body shook. I would clench my thighs around his face, but he would just keep licking without mercy.

  Soon, Seth was hard again. He rolled away from my embrace, rushed to his pants, found a condom and came back. He slipped it on his long, hard shaft; then helped me up and had me turn around. He entered my pussy from behind as I stood leaning against the wall. The angle of us standing there with him fucking me from behind was great. It was way better than lying on your back. I could squeeze his cock with my pussy and shift ever so slightly to get his cock to hit different parts of my walls.

  “Oooooh. Oooohh,” I moaned. “Yes. That’s it, Seth. Keep doing it. Keep doing it.”

  I didn’t want this to ever stop. I just wanted to keep fucking and fucking until I died. That’s how good it was to me.

  As a kid, I had never even masturbated. The thought of buying a dildo would’ve made me blush, but now. I couldn’t even conceive of how I could not have this. I needed something cock-shaped inside me and Seth’s cock was perfect for the job.

  He pulled out and after several minutes of fucking, my walls retracting made it almost orgasmic. He flipped me over, entered me and faced me. We started kissing as he fucked me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him. I was grabbing his ass and pulling him deep inside me. Just looking down and seeing his amazing cock slide in and out of me was erotic. Now that I had seen his cock close up and how it worked, it made everything even better.

  “Ooooh. Seth. That’s it,” I whined. “Please don’t stop. Ooooh. It’s so good. I love it. I love it.”

  I couldn’t bring myself to say anything dirtier than that, but I think it was my moans that caused Seth to increase the speeds of his thrusts. He was grunting and moving. His power and his manliness was sensual. I opened myself up completely to him, spreading my legs and taking in his power. In that moment, I was completely his. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

  “You like that? You like how I fuck you?” he panted.

  Normally, that kind of smut talk would’ve been a complete turn off. But Seth was dirty, forbidden and his forbidden talk now, it was just more of a turn on. I had to accept it. I was in his thrall. There was nothing I could do but take it and I took it all, balls deep.

  “Yes. Yes, I love it!” I cried.

  “You like my cock in that pussy? Huh? You love this cock?” he asked breathlessly.

  It was all too much. Such filthy talk. I was definitely going to hell for this and so was Seth. There was nothing in this my parents would approve. But in that basement in this musty old apartment, I completely submitted to him. The words were not only acceptable, but I wanted them. I wanted Seth to be a dirty, vulgar pig that was fucking me.

  “Yes. Yes, I love it. I want it!” I cried.

  He slowed down and almost completely pulled out. What was he doing?

  “Do you want it?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  I was literally crying at this point. His sudden stop was making me crazy. We were in a good rhythm and I was on the verge of cumming, but now he was teasing me. I didn’t just want that cock, I needed it. I think I would’ve said or done anything to get him back inside me.

  “Please. Please give it to me,” I cried.

  He pushed back in slowly and that was it. I came. I came, and I screamed so loud I thought Jimmy might call the police on us. Seth had given me orgasms before, but this was completely Earth shattering. My entire being was vibrating. I seized all my muscles and I could feel Seth cumming inside his condom at the same time.

  “Ahhhh. Ahhhh,” I squealed.

  “Jesus. Fuck!” he strained.

  And just like that it was over. We were both left spent and ended up on the bare floor. For several minutes we just lay there, breathing. That was amazing. I didn’t care about anything but having that feeling again.

  I suddenly was feeling great about living with Seth. If he could make me feel like this all the time, then maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe we should just live together and spend all our nights fucking.

  I put my head on his muscular chest and snuggled up. I could feel him breathing and I liked the smell of his sweat and my face against his hard pecs.

  But then, something changed. I don’t know what I did, but Seth pulled away. He got up, grabbed his pants and started getting dressed. Did I do something wrong? I sat up and looked at him. He wouldn’t look me in the eye.

  “I should get back to painting,” he said.

  And that was it. He got dressed and soon he was painting like nothing had happened.

  Did he regret what we just did?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Seth

  There was only one bed in the apartment, so naturally we both slept in it. I mean, after having sex with Tina, what was big deal at this point, right? Plus, two beds would eat up all the space. And it’s not like having two beds would make her parents think we weren’t sleeping together if they found out we were living together.

  Still felt weird though. Tina bought this full-sized bed. She acted like we were a couple. And yet, she sort of hid that we were together, by lying to her parents and friends.

  Man, Kendall was right. I still don’t like her, but sex with her was off the charts. I mean, the first time was good, but the second time? Holy shit, I’ve never cum like that. Tina was just so hot. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I couldn’t stop thinking about how we might do it again.

  I was laying in the bed. I couldn’t sleep. It had been hours, where I had just stared up at the ceiling and tried to not think of the gorgeous girl next to me. Tina was in her flannel pajamas. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a braid. Not even a sexy outfit, but I still could still see her curves. I think she was asleep. Her back was to me.

  Half of me wanted to start kissing her and the other half wanted me to push her out of the bed
. We had had a huge fight the day before. She was weird about apartment stuff. She had to have everything her way or she threw a fit. And nothing she organized made sense.

  She had started arranging the kitchen cabinets. I had put stuff up front that I use all the time: plates, cups, glasses. I used this stuff every day, why wouldn’t you put that in the front? Tina decided that it would all fit better if the pots were in the front and the dishes are all the way in the back. The glasses and cups were put on an upper shelf, where she can’t even see half of them. She insisted putting the pots up there is inefficient, but who cares? How many times are we going to cook something? We’re in college. I sure as shit didn’t have time to cook.

  In the end, she ends up screaming at me. I got so mad, I smashed a cup against the floor and then she broke one of my favorite glasses. Just thinking about it made me mad again. But then I fucked her up against the counter. I couldn’t help it. I had wanted her so bad. It was like her rage had turned me on, turned us both on. This was all so fucked up.

  I stared up at the ceiling again. It didn’t have any answers. I decided I couldn’t sleep in the same bed as Tina. My chest felt like it was tied in knots. I grabbed a blanket and headed for the bathroom. The tub was dry, so I got comfortable in there or tried to. It actually wasn’t that comfortable, but at least I was in my own space. It was probably better that I stayed away from temptation right now.

  After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened slightly. It was dark, so I couldn’t see Tina look in, but I could feel her presence.

  “What are you doing?” I suddenly heard her say. She didn’t turn on the light.

  “I can’t sleep in the same bed with you right now,” I admitted. I could see her form silhouetted in the doorway. “I’m fine here.”

  A few seconds went by. It was hard to gauge her reaction in the dark. It looked like her body may be shaking.

  Suddenly, she reached over and turned on the shower. Cold water hit me in the face like a bucket of ice. It soaked my pajamas and blanket. Tina marched out of the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her.

  I shivered cold and angry. “You bitch!” I snapped. “What the hell?!”

  I leapt out of the tub, sopping wet and ran. By the time I made it into the next room, Tina had turned around to face me.

  “No-no! Don’t you dare!” she warned, her blue eyes were lit with fire.

  I tackled her onto the bed. I wanted to make her as wet as I was. She squealed, but then started laughing. She tried to shimmy away, but I wouldn’t let her.

  “You like being wet?” I raged. “You feel the wetness, Maniac?”

  I grabbed her slim wrists and pinned them over her head.

  “C’mon, you’re going to get the whole bed wet,” she whined, squirming under me still trying to get away.

  I put my full weight on her, trapping her torso beneath mine. Her flannel pajamas were soaked through. Her nipples were hard against my skin. My cock twitched, and a wave of desire went through me.

  “Then we’d better get out of these wet clothes,” I offered, suddenly desperate, pulling at the buttons on her top.

  Shit. Dammit. Fuck. Here we go. I had to have her.

  I peeled off her wet top. Her breasts were damp, they pressed up against my own chest as I kept my weight on her. I started kissing her hard. There was an urgency in the sex this time. We were both hungry for it.

  There was no hesitation with Tina any longer. She knew exactly what she wanted. I grabbed a condom. She took off her pajama bottoms and slid down my pants as well. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Penetrating her was like a welcome return to form for both of us.

  “Oh, yeah,” she gasped. “You feel the wetness?”

  “Yeah, I do,” I agreed. “You like this? You like this big cock?”

  “Oh, God. Yes! Give it to me. Give it to me.”

  People sometimes think about missionary position and say it’s bad, but it’s really not. Going balls deep into Tina with her legs spread wide. I could feel my balls gently slap against the bottom of her steaming wet folds. She got really wet, really fast.

  Digging her fingernails into the sides of my buttocks, she pulled me in for each stroke. She could not get enough of my dick and I was happy to give it to her. The walls of her sweet honeypot gushed her hot juices all over my shaft. She bent her head back as I increased the pace of my thrusts and pointed her glorious breasts up into the air. I grabbed one and squeezed it. Her pussy walls started to tighten around me. When she orgasmed, she wrapped her legs tightly around me, holding me in as deep as I could go. Then I released too. It was an intense climax followed by an immediately release.

  I pulled out and dropped down beside her. We laid side by side, naked. I was glad we both had the bed now.

  Tina got up and moved to the kitchenette to get a drink of water. I watched her naked ass. It was a perfect, flesh-colored apple bottom. Just watching her stand there, naked in the dim light, I was already hard again. I got up and grabbed a new condom.

  “What?” asked Tina, as I approached.

  I didn’t say anything. I stood behind her, bent her over a little bit and entered her from behind. She gasped in surprise, then set down the water and grabbed onto the counter. I was so fucking into it. Fucking Tina from behind was awesome. She went along with it, grabbing the counter and pushing back into my hips. She took my cock deep.

  If there was anything that you could classify as a “hate-fuck” it would’ve been that moment. I was grunting and plowing into her as hard as I could. Tina was squealing in pleasure, her whole body trembling underneath me. There was an intensity and aggression to it that had overcome me for the moment. I had to fuck that pussy. I had to.

  “Oh, my God!” Tina squealed. “Oh, my God. I feel you so deep, Seth. This is amazing. Yes. Keep... Keep… Keep fucking me. Seth you’re going to make me cum!”

  At that moment, I felt something click inside her brain. She had crossed some kind of threshold, as I had. Whatever was left of this good little church girl, it was being rapidly fucked right out of her. Her mouth suddenly became as dirty as a sailor’s and it urged me on.

  “Oh. Fuck. Yes!” she cried, as she slammed my cock as far into her pussy as it could go. “Gimme that big cock. Fuck my little pussy. Yes. Fuck it so good. Fuck me you filthy piece of shit. You jerk. I hate you. Fuck me!”

  I grabbed her by the shoulders for more leverage and increased speed. There was something of a beast in me at that moment. I couldn’t stop. I had to cum inside her. I wanted her to take my cock and my seed.

  “Take it. You take my cock,” I growled in her ear. “You take it.”

  “Yes. I want it. I want that big cock. I love it. Don’t stop. Fuck me, Seth! Fuck me!”

  The climax was just unreal. I thought my knees were going to buckle underneath me. I just kept cumming and cumming. Ever cell in my body had felt like it had a release. Tina vibrated inside, while her pussy gushed all over my cock. She squealed in delight and happiness.

  We both found ourselves back on the bed, too tired to fight and too tired to make other sleeping arrangements. The sex was getting better each time. I didn’t think it was possible.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Seth

  Suddenly, it was morning. We had both fallen asleep. I stretched and looked at the clock. We were extremely late for the next internship interview. I rolled over to say something to Tina but, she was gone.

  “That bitch!” I growled.

  I quickly got myself ready. I spent most of the grooming process cursing Tina’s name. She was sabotaging me for the internship and I didn’t even have time for a shower. Throwing on a suit and some hair gel, I managed to make myself halfway presentable and rushed back up to campus.

  Fortunately for me, Dean Williams was also running very late. I found Tina sitting on the couch outside his office still waiting for her interview after forty minutes. Tina had plenty of time to get up and get ready. She looked great in her suit coat and skirt. Her bl
onde hair was in a French twist. And I was kind of a mess.

  “What the hell?” I whispered sitting on the couch next to her. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

  “That’s not my job,” she whispered back. “You should’ve set your alarm.”

  “Are you kidding me?” I hissed. “Are you really going to play me like that? Okay, then. Okay.”

  I was fuming. This bitch fucks me unconscious and then doesn’t wake me up? I wouldn’t have done that to her. I didn’t know if I wanted to strangle her or fuck her again. It was a confusing mix of emotions that now churned in my brain like white water rapids.

  Dean Williams’ secretary waved us over and led us both into his office. We both took seats in the chairs provided in front of Dean Williams’ large wooden desk.

  He wasn’t very old for a dean. Maybe in his later thirties. His sandy-blond hair had a few grays at the temples and he had managed to stay slim. I hoped I aged like him. Dean Williams chewed the ear piece of his glasses as he shuffled his paperwork not quite ready for our interview. It was a bad habit he did often.

  As we waited for the dean to get organized, I was wracking my brain for some way I could torpedo Tina’s chances to get this internship. I glanced over at her, in the chair next to me. She didn’t look back at me, the brat. I was so fucking pissed.

  I glared at her, trying to get her attention, but she kept looking over at a point on the wall of the dean’s office. My eyes drifted to her full chest, tightly packed beneath her suit jacket. Her chest swelled with each of her breaths. I had had those ample breasts in my mouth just last night. Mmmmm…

  “All right, well, thanks for coming in,” said Dean Williams, getting my attention. I snapped my eyes away from Tina and looked at the dean. “I just wanted to inform you both that you’ve tied for the internship.”