I Do (Hate You) by Sienna Blake

James

Then…

 

 

Logan and Talia’s Fake Wedding

 

 

I thought decorating a wedding suite with rose petals and chocolates was weird enough, but doing it for a fake wedding? It seemed like a waste of good candy. Talia and Logan hated each other and would probably spend the night hurling insults, not rolling around in rose petals and smearing chocolate on each other’s genitals or whatever Shell had dreamed up.

“Are you dead set on the whole flower and chocolate thing?” I asked.

Shell pulled the petals off the roses and scattered them on the bed with a dreamy expression on her face. “It’s the classic combination for newlyweds. Red roses are a symbol of love, and dark chocolate is an aphrodisiac and good for your health if women’s magazines can be believed. Why? What did you have in mind to spread around this beautiful room?”

I looked around and I had to admit it was amazing. The view was incredible, and the bed looked almost too big to be just king size. I was sitting on the edge of it and gave it a little bounce. Firm but not too firm. Totally perfect for fucking.

“Isn’t it just so romantic?” Shell let out a sigh. “With this dreamy room and the way we’re setting it up with the perfect decoration and mood. Talia and Logan are just so perfect for each other, and, I mean, I know the whole thing started as a sham and but true love always prevails…”

I tried to listen to her bad romance drivel. I really did. But I knew there was no man on earth who gave a shit about mood or whatever she was talking about. Logan and I had been best mates for years and I knew he had sex in a gas station bathroom once. With twins.

“…don’t you think so, James?” she asked.

Oops. I had no idea what she had asked me. “Yes, of course. I agree a hundred percent,” I lied.

“I’m so glad!” she said and leaned over to grab another pile of roses, giving me a good view down her shirt and straight to the lacy pink bra that held up those perfect tits.

I was sure that a gentleman would look away or leave the room, but I was no gentleman. I flicked a rose petal on the floor behind her while she was looking down at the bed.

“Oh, what’s that behind you on the floor?” I asked. “Did you drop some petals back there? I hope they don’t stain the rug.”

Shell straightened and looked over. “Oh, how did I do that?” She leaned over the chair to pick up the petals. She had on a form-fitting pencil skirt with a slit up the back, and when she bent over the slit rode all the way up to that tight little ass. I pictured what she would look like bent over this bed, ass-up, me pounding her from behind. I knew her reputation. She liked to party and have fun. I loved that about her, but we had never been anything but friends.

How could I convince her we needed to be friends…with benefits?

“So that’s what I’m going to do,” Shell said, breaking me out of my reverie. “Do you think it will work?”

Shit. She had asked me something else. I couldn’t tell her I hadn’t been listening because I was thinking of all the different ways I wanted to fuck her.

“I definitely think that will work,” I said, hoping I sounded convincing. “It’s brilliant, actually.”

“Aw, thank you, James. That’s really nice.”

Shell seemed to notice that I was still bouncing a little on the bed. I might have imagined it, but I was pretty sure her eyes slid down to my cock for just a second. Hmmm…maybe she was having a few dirty thoughts too.

“Ouch!” Shell cried out.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, all sexy thoughts gone from my head.

“Oh, I guess I got, um, distracted and accidentally poked myself with one of the thorns on this rose.”

I noticed the little drop of blood on her finger. Before I could go look for a bandage in the bathroom, she stuck her finger in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Oh, fuck. I had noticed her boobs and her butt before but now I was obsessing over her lips. They were pink and pouty and wrapped around her thumb, slowly, tenderly sucking on it.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed. My cock immediately stood to attention. I swallowed a groan as the tip of my dick grazed my zipper. Shell slowly pulled her thumb out of her mouth to take a look at it.

“Hmm, still bleeding.” Her pretty pink tongue stuck out as she took a little lick of the end of her thumb. She looked directly at me when she licked it, and I wondered for a minute if she was toying with me. She must have seen how aroused I was. It was hard to miss.

Well, if she wanted to play this little game, so could I. Only I was going to take it to the next level.

“You know, the roses and chocolate are great, but the best part of the whole wedding thing is the sex Logan and Talia will have at the end of it,” I said. “You’ve set the, uhhh, romantic mood for the evening, but I have a few practical things to put in here.”

“Oh, I made sure there were condoms in both bedside tables,” Shell said, looking smug.

“That’s not what I was talking about.” I pulled out a whip and a leash from my bag and dropped it on the bed with a thud.

I was expecting her to be shocked, maybe even horrified. Instead, her face broke out into a huge grin.

“Wow. I brought the romance, and you brought the hardware. Nice. What else do you have in that bag?”

My jaw dropped. This couldn’t be right. She had the face and body of an angel but the sex drive of an S&M queen. Or was she just messing with me?

Only one way to be sure.

“Come closer and find out for yourself,” I challenged.

It was one thing not to be afraid of a little whip and a leash made of red silk but the other things I had in this bag could scare off anyone but a veteran porn queen. Shell hesitated. I couldn’t tell if she was scared or titillated by the idea. Or both.

After another moment, she sashayed toward me. Her breathing came a little faster and she unconsciously licked her lips. I didn’t think it was possible, but my dick got even harder. I tried to keep my groan so low she couldn’t hear me, but by the wicked smile on her face, I didn’t succeed.

“This is the bag?” she asked innocently.

It was actually a leather briefcase. If you’d seen me carrying it on the street, you’d assume I had manilla folders and paper documents in there, maybe a laptop.

You’d be wrong.

“Yes, this is the bag. The contents are more exciting than the exterior,” I said, daring her with my eyes to go a step further.

Shell plunged her hand inside and pulled out an anal plug. And raised an eyebrow.

“Is this for her…or him?” she asked with a naughty look.

God. Damn.

The two of us grabbed for each other, melding our bodies together. I dug my hands into that gorgeous red hair and pulled her face to mine, my tongue sliding into her mouth. Her own hands went to my ass, and she pulled me—and my hard cock—to her. I was several inches taller, and the tip of my shaft rubbed her tight little waist instead of where it belonged.

Shell pulled her head back as I slid her skirt up her thighs.

“We shouldn’t,” she said on a moan.

“Shouldn’t what?” I asked, sliding my hand to her little panties that were already wet.

She had my zipper and belt undone in a flash and shoved down my pants. “We shouldn’t be hooking up in my brother’s post-wedding hotel room.”

I kicked my pants off. She started panting when I picked her up and held her against me so my cock was pressed against her clit.

“I know,” I said, slowly moving her up and down, increasing the friction and pleasure. “You’re my best friend’s sister. Everyone knows that’s off limits.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” she groaned as I increased the pace. “I mean, um, fuck yes, everyone knows that’s off limits.”

“We can stop.”

We didn’t stop.

“We should stop.”

“Right.”

We still didn’t stop.

“Right. If that’s what you want,” I whispered into her ear before nibbling the end.

Shell let out a moan as I slid my hands under her thighs again, turning toward the bed and—

“Stop!” she yelled.

I froze. “What’s wrong? What is it?” I panted at her, brain fuzzy, cock throbbing.

“Don’t ruin the bed! If we leave them with a bunch of smashed roses, smeared chocolate and a wet spot, they’ll know exactly what we did.”

I laughed hard, relieved that she still wanted me. “We’ll just have to have a different location then. Let’s go check out the en suite.”

“But first, a little pitstop at the bedside table,” she said.

I walked over to it and leaned over so she could reach the drawer of condoms.

“Just one?” I asked when she pulled out a single foil packet.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so conservative.” She pulled out a line of packets. “Is three enough?”

I smirked at her. “Better bring the whole box.”

Shell lifted an eyebrow at me. “Really?”

I shrugged. “If we run out of condoms, I can always put something other than my dick inside you. I’ve got a few ideas that you might like,” I said, sliding the tip of my pinky finger into her just far enough to tease but not far enough to satisfy.

As I carried her to the en suite, she tried to slide her body closer to my fingers, but I liked the control and I liked hearing her beg. By the time I lifted her onto the en suite’s expensive marble countertop, she was definitely begging. When I wouldn’t give in to her, she grabbed my shaft and started stroking me. Not gently or tentatively, but like she was taking back control, setting the pace, showing me that I wasn’t the only one who liked to be in the driver’s seat.

I could have cum right there, but I was obsessed with making her orgasm first. I had to do it. Judging by how wet she was, I knew it shouldn’t take much. I ripped off her top as she stroked me and put my hands on those perfect breasts that were bouncing and heaving in rhythm to her movements. I put my hand on her back and flicked open the clasp of her bra, then pulled it down her arms with my teeth. Her boobs were so high and firm, I didn’t know why she even bothered with a bra. I leaned over to lick her nipples into little rosy peaks as she arched her back and groaned, letting go of my cock to push her hands against the counter and her nipples deeper into my mouth.

I took the opportunity to slide her skirt and her thong down and off her bum and thighs, leaving her four-inch fuck-me pumps on her feet. Then I licked downward, across her flat tummy and adorable belly button, straying to her hip bone to give her a little nip with my teeth.

“Should I go get the whip from the other room?” I teased.

“No. You’re not going anywhere but straight south. If you stop, I swear to God I will—”

I dropped the last few centimeters to her clit and flicked my tongue across her. She gasped. Jesus fucking Christ, she tasted good. I wanted to go slowly, to torture and tease her, but her taste and scent was so goddamn good that I plunged my tongue deep into her, licking and sucking and rubbing my face against her as she bucked and jumped, grinding against my tongue.

“James, oh fuck, James, right there! God, I am so close…so fucking…close!”

Her words turned into a scream of pleasure followed by a low satisfied moan and finally a sigh before she went limp on the counter. I always tried to be a generous lover, to put my sexual partner’s needs equal with my own, but making Shell cum was the most satisfying thing that I had ever done in my life.

“James, that was…earth-shattering.”

I got up from my knees and stood over her, wanting to kiss her but knowing some women were squeamish about kissing a man after oral sex. I reached up to wipe my mouth.

She caught my hand before I could. “Don’t,” she said. “There is nothing that turns me on more than tasting myself on a man’s tongue.”

She licked my lips, then plunged her tongue in my mouth as she took my dick in her hand again. Holy fuck, she was amazing.

I found one of the foil packets on the counter and handed it to her. The little minx ripped it open with her teeth and shoved the rubber down on my cock. I groaned as she slid her perfect little ass to the edge of the counter, spreading her thighs wide.

She was pink and wet and so ready for me. I didn’t hold back. I slid into her tight little pussy and pumped, plunging and thrusting and grabbing her ass so I could get every centimeter of my cock deep inside her.

I fucked her so hard I almost expected her to cry out, to ask me to slow down, but the only thing she said was, “Harder, James. Fuck me harder!”

I did as she said, telling her every little dirty thought that I had, how I wanted to make her scream, to beg, to call my name out over and over again. She did all of that and more, climaxing again while yelling my name, her long nails drawing blood as she dragged them down my back.