At First Hate by K.A. Linde

Harvard

October 26, 2013

Istared out at the mountain of powder coming down out of the sky with a pout on my lips. “It never snows on my birthday.”

Derek laughed. “We’re in New England. It can snow before Halloween.”

Which was true but something that I’d never considered in all of my twenty-five years. It was also the first birthday I’d be spending without my brother. Maddox was out in LA for something to do with animation, and Derek had suggested getting a cabin in New Hampshire for the weekend. Just the two of us. I’d expected some wooden cabin with crappy running water and a fireplace for heat. This was a five-star-hotel vibe with fur rugs, central heating, and a Jacuzzi tub with jets. The bed was a California king, loaded with comforters and a plethora of throw pillows.

“You know this is all too much,” I told him.

“It’s your birthday.” His hands slipped under my jacket, dragging me closer to him, and he dropped a kiss onto my mouth. “Never too much.”

“Well, thank you. This is an excellent present.”

His brow furrowed. “I still got you a present.”

“No!” I groaned. “Derek!”

He laughed and tugged me back toward the bedroom. “What did you expect? I like to give presents.”

“You got me a five-hundred-dollar scarf once,” I chided him.

“And you wore it into the lab, which was my favorite part.”

I sighed. “I can’t believe you let me do that.”

“It’s how I knew that you actually liked it.”

I rolled my eyes and let him drag me into the bedroom, where a rectangular box rested on the bed with a silky red bow on it. There was no use in arguing. I pulled the ribbon on the box and opened it. When I pushed aside the red tissue paper, I gasped and covered it up again.

“Derek, you didn’t.”

He grinned devilishly. “You don’t like it?”

I gulped and withdrew the tissue paper once more. Underneath was a few scraps of black lingerie. “Are you sure this is a gift for me?”

He kissed my neck. “I thought we could both enjoy it.”

“Devious,” I said with a shake of my head. His eyes were hungry as he looked from me to the lingerie. I pushed him away. “Well, get out of here, so I can try it on.”

He laughed, his eyes ravenous. “All right.”

As soon as he disappeared, I stripped out of my jeans and sweater, folding them up on the bed. Then, I shimmied into the lingerie. A small black G-string thong with a matching lacy bra that my breasts practically spilled out of. Plus, a black garter with dangling clips and even a set of thigh-high tights. I felt ridiculous, pulling the tights on and clipping them into place, but as I stared at myself in the full-length mirror, dragging my wild curls out of the bun on the top of my head, I could admit that the set had the desired effect. I looked like a vixen.

Derek knocked once and then peeked his head inside the bedroom. He stepped fully inside with a greedy purpose. His eyes were glazed with desire, and those pouty lips looked ready to devour me.

I turned fully to face him. “Well, do you like my present?”

“Oh yes,” he said, striding toward me. “I intend to fully unwrap you.”

I laughed as his lips crashed down on mine. Everything was on fire all at once. No hesitancy. No slowing down. Just Derek doing exactly as he’d intended. He’d wrapped me in the skimpy clothing of his desire, and it had worked out for the both of us.

Within minutes, all my hard work of getting into this contraption was for naught. Derek had it all on the floor with his face buried between my legs and his fingers in my pussy, coaxing me to the fastest orgasm of my life. He kissed his way up my body before bringing our lips together.

He drove home inside of me in one swift motion, and everything went fuzzy at the edges. I wanted this. I wanted all of this. Just him.

It had been weeks since I’d realized that I had fallen hopelessly in love with him. I’d kept that knowledge to myself. Told myself that it would be safer to wait until he said those three perfect words to me. I didn’t need to rush anything. But somehow, every day that I kept them in felt like a betrayal. Like he needed to know how I really felt. I hadn’t said them with words, but my body sure said everything I couldn’t get out.

We came together, hot and sweaty and panting. His lips trailed along my neck, jaw, and collarbone. Then he took my hand and climbed off the bed.

“Come with me,” he breathed.

I padded into the bathroom to find he’d started the water and jets. I climbed in, and he pulled me into his lap. His lips continued their mapping of my skin.

“God, you taste so good.” He pressed another kiss to my shoulder. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His hands slid down my body. First touching the planes of my stomach and then up to the crest of my breasts. He palmed one breast and then the other, taking his time in reacquainting himself with the feel of them. Pinching each nipple and making me squirm against his lap.

“You’re going to get me all turned on again,” I said in what was hardly a complaint.

“Oh?” he teased, running his tongue along the shell of my ear.

One hand moved across my stomach before reaching the apex of my legs. He maneuvered my legs on top of his and then spread me wider open. I tipped my head back onto his shoulder as his fingers found my clit once more. A groan escaped me as he worked my body into a frenzy.

“I’m going to make you come over and over tonight,” he commanded.

I shuddered at his words, and he dipped his fingers inside of me. “Oh,” I gasped.

I squirmed, nearly dislodging myself from his lap. He banded an arm around my stomach, so I couldn’t escape him. I bit my lip as he held me in place, circling his thumb around my clit as he fucked my pussy with his fingers. He nipped at my neck and drove his pelvis against mine. I could already feel the length of him hardening against my ass. Then all the sensations hit me at once, and I came to his careful ministrations.

He released me, and I slipped off of his lap. I panted in the water, looking up at him with worship in my gaze. He grinned, standing out of the water and showing off his erection, long with need.

“Bend over the tub,” he instructed.

I arched an eyebrow at him. “Ready again?”

“Always for you.”

Then, he guided me to the side of the Jacuzzi tub. His hands grasped my hips, and suddenly, he was at my entrance. His fingers probed my opening, and I squirmed, wanting more of him already.

“So wet.”

The tip of him met my opening from behind. I wriggled backward until I got the entire head inside of me. He chuckled softly and then slapped my ass. I cried out in surprise and jerked around to look at him.

He winked at me. “Like that?”

I opened my mouth to deny it, but then he spanked me again, his dick pushing all the way into me. I moaned instead, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. His growl of approval was all I needed to hear before he drove into me again and again. His hand came down on my ass, and he took me until I thought I was going to explode.

“Derek,” I cried out. “Oh God.”

“Yes, baby,” he said, running a hand down my back. “I’m close too. Come with me.”

A few minutes later, he cried out as he emptied himself deep within me. His orgasm triggered mine. I could barely stand as we both finished. When he finally withdrew from within me, I collapsed into the water.

His hands came to help me up, cradling me against his chest. Sleep felt so close. I was in a euphoric state that I’d never even known existed. New heights that I’d never reached.

He kissed my hair. “That was perfect, Mars.”

“Perfect,” I agreed, lost to this man.

“Happy birthday.”

I snuggled in closer. “I love you.”

Derek froze with his arms around me for a whole second. The longest second of my entire life. Then, he relaxed, drawing me in closer. But he didn’t say anything. Not a word. Just kissed me.

I swallowed. The fear that had evaporated with our sex marathon came back full force. “You… you don’t have to say it back. I just, I don’t know. I wanted you to know.”

“It’s okay.”

And somehow, that made it so much worse.