Page 150 of Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High)

“Fuck, baby.” He breathes heavily. “Stop clenching.”

“I’m not,” I whimper between moans. He hasn’t moved since he pushed inside me, and I have a feeling the sting cutting through my stomach won’t dissolve until he does. Xav pulls back, his eyes growing in size as he soaks up in realization.

Disbelief floods his gaze.

“Fucking hell, Vee… You’re so…” He hisses, all the more annoyed with himself. “I’m going to last five fucking seconds.”

“Best five seconds of my life,” I assure him, and he laughs, kissing me so deeply I actually do clench around him. “Move. Please,” I beg against his lips, his size too much to handle. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and thrusts into me once.

Twice.

Picking up speed each time.

Until he’s full on fucking the pain out of me.

My insides liquefy at the uninterrupted eye contact. We both have our mouths open, entirely consumed by this moment, the unreal connection between us, the heavenly friction of our bodies slamming together.

I can’t seem to do anything but moan as his slow thrusting gradually becomes faster. But i

t’s when he slings my right leg over his shoulder and starts pounding into me with all he has that I go from discreet moaning to…

Let’s just say I cover my own mouth.

My eyes shutter closed, but Xav isn’t having it. He rips my hand off my mouth without a care, demanding the liberation of my raw moans and grabbing my throat as he fucks me harder.

“Look at me,” he grits out, inches away from my face.

I’m shocked by how turned on I am by his dominant side and cry out in delight when his thumb drops to my clit, swirling it in rough circles as he rams himself inside me without restraint.

Then a drop of water trickles down his beautiful face. We’re both sweaty, horny animals at this point, but this… it’s not sweat.

It’s rain.

“Are you shitting me?” A laugh slips past Xavier’s lips when a second raindrop rolls down his shoulder.

“That’s what happens when you don’t check the weather, hotshot,” I tease in between gasps, and he flashes a smug grin, crashing his mouth back to mine.

The light drizzle evolves into pouring rain in a matter of minutes, but Xav pays Mother Nature no mind, never slowing down his vigorous thrusting.

Xavier’s slick brown hair drips down his forehead as our slippery bodies rock against one another. Our tongues join the moment thunder roars in the distance, almost in perfect timing with the electricity stirring in my toes. I bite down on my lip, drawing a pinch of blood and preparing myself for the mind-blowing orgasm creeping up my legs.

Xav shields me from the downpour with his body, twirling my clit with such relentlessness that I fall victim to the heat in my lower stomach.

“X-Xavier,” I moan, clawing at his back.

“Fuck, say that again,” he growls, flexing his hips into me over and over. I’m convulsing beneath him when my back rises off the bed of his truck.

“Xavier!” I cry out when my climax reaches its apex. And I’m not alone. Xav clamps his eyes shut, his reckless pounding becoming jerky, uneven. Knowing he’s about to unload, I do precisely what he told me not to do.

I clench him.

I pour all I have into it, contracting around him until I have him right where I want him. His clear blue eyes snap open, his jaw flexing as he calls my name, his hot, damp body shuddering with spasms. He spills inside the latex a second later, drawing out this precious moment for as long as he possibly can.

We’re completely soaked now, two lovesick kids naked in the rain. The second we reconnect with reality, our eyes lock and this paralyzing fear wraps me up. It was perfect.

We were perfect.

So perfect it’s almost troubling.